. . . And You Will Know Us By the Trail of Dead - Source Tags and Codes (2002)
Cover Front Album
Artist/Composer . . . And You Will Know Us By the Trail of Dead
Length 45:52
Format mp3
Genre Indie Rock
Index 3
Track List
01 It Was There That I Saw You 0 04:02
02 Another Morning Stoner 0 04:33
03 Baudelaire 0 04:16
04 Homage 0 03:27
05 How Near, How Far 0 04:00
06 Heart Is In the Hand of the Matter 0 04:48
07 Monsoon 0 05:53
08 Days of Being Wild 0 03:27
09 Relative Ways 0 04:03
10 After the Laughter 0 01:15
11 Source Tags and Codes 0 06:08
Personal
Rating 70%
Location TRAX_081
Details
Spars DDD
Rare No
Sound Stereo
Notes
Intricate and reflective as well as gripping and raw, Source Codes & Tags marks And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead's leap from the venerable indie imprint Merge to Interscope's major-label territory. It's a seamless transition, mixing the sweeping, fearlessly anthemic qualities of their previous work with a newfound sheen that actually makes the music's earnest roughness stand out more. Sculpted, gorgeous-yet-gritty melodies drive quintessentially AYWKUBTTOD epics like "Another Morning Stoner," "How Near, How Far," "Relative Ways," and the title track. But Source Codes & Tags isn't so much a more accessible version of the band's sound as it is a more streamlined one; the surging guitars on songs like "It Was There That I Saw You" are even more powerful for their economy. Yet the album's more refined sound doesn't prevent the group from expanding and experimenting — driven by a stomping rhythm and a raunchy riff, the dangerously sexy "Baudelaire" is the most straightforwardly "rawk" thing And You Will Know Us By the Trail of Dead has done to date, while "Days of Being Wild" and "Homage" mix old-school hardcore with sullen, dreamlike passages. The band hasn't forsaken its artiness, either, linking nearly every song with interludes of found sounds and adding strings, accordions, and other unique flourishes to the arrangements. A driving, incredibly solid album, Source Tags & Codes proves just how much more the members of AYWKUBTTOD have to say — they're just as combustible as they were on their debut, but now express themselves with a clarity that makes their intensity all the more breathtaking. — Heather Phares

It was there (that i saw you)

It was there that i saw you
And it was there that i came
As evening sighs,
Rises up against the sky-line
Let me come and have my lies

You were fair and fey as a sun that evil day
We were bold and life was great
But as time went on
I wondered what went wrong
I wondered what became of you.

Let me hold you in my arms dear
And let me melt in the heat of your gaze
And let the clock strike one,
Time and mind go marching on
Let our sense of selves decay

It was there that i saw you
In the heat of a summer's embrace
But as time went on
I wondered what went wrong
I wondered what became of you.


Another morning stoner

Are you asleep, are you in a dream?
The copper shades of a morning
Distant lights beckon and fade
Unwritten songs of another day

I fear that you would never be
Every song in the world for me
I took your hand, led you astray
You cursed the worlds i longed to save

Is heaven to you a perfect place?
The look of sorrow on a sufferer's face
A field of lives to sow and to reap
That some of us will never see?

Why is it i don't feel the same?
Are my longings to be blamed
For not seeing heaven like you would see
Why is a song the world for me?


baudelaire

The only sin in this world of pain
In this world of shame
In this world of heartache
The only sin in this world unjust
In this world of lust
In this world distrusting
The only sin in this world corrupt
Where passions erupt
And end abrupt
It's a crime
With no great gestures cry
Its eyes, with no great evils shine
Here among all the vicious beasts
With their blood lust feast
Ordained by black priests
Here among the poison viper's bite
A police gunfight
In the unknown night
Is a man
With no great master plan
No deadly weapon clutching in his hand

You'll never see the light
In the darkest night
Never see the light
Never see the light

When the boredom comes
If you're one of the boring ones
The only crime in this violent place
With lies two faced
Where loves disgraceful
Crimes committed with sharpened knives
And wasted lives
Of those who are forced
To shove
And murder the peace dove
There is no higher calling from above

You'll never see the light
Quell this appetite
Never see the light
Never see the light

When the boredom comes
When you're one of the boring ones.


Homage

It is a round about that i can't leave
I circle for decades
Only to find obscurity
My life is haunted by young devilry

I heard your voice
On the radio
Lost in to the night

Brutal kidz of this promised future
Cut the highways
With shards of truth
I call out to my young and black hearted
Do you believe in what i have seen?

I heard your voice
On the radio
Lost in to the night

Do you believe in what i have seen?


How near how far

Looking back in time
Through verses set into nursery rhyme
At oil painted eyes
Of muses left behind
I swear i know not why
These eyes have always left me dry

She stands with arms stretched out
Towards the mountains and the clouds
Oil painted eyes
Blind yet hypnotized
I swear i know not why
These eyes have always left me dry

(how near, how far, how lost they are)

I've rendered every line
Every contour of a muse's eye
Painted in my eyes mind
On canvases of time
I swear i know not why
These eyes have always left me dry


Heart in the hand of the matter

Ride the apocalypse. Coming through the city side. Fallen angel no need to hide. All bodies collide and fate decides. Where vengeance hits. Where our love will fit. I can't find your face. I can't see a trace. In a world coming to a close. I'm so damned i can't win. With my heart in my hands again. Take your hurt. A muse of sin. With my heart in my hands again.

And this is where it began. Shot through a shattered lens. And there is virtue in loneliness. In vacant lots and florescent malls. In one room coffins and crowded halls. There is nothing to be done. We have lost all control. I walk in the shadows of your tortured realm.

I'm so damned. I can't win. With heart in my hands again. Take your hurt. A muse of sin. Passing glance forgotten. Reason to doubt. So pry your eyes. From a film that never ends. I'm so damned. I can't win. With my heart in my hands again.

Ride the apocalypse. Coming through the city side. There is nowhere to hide. Ride the apocalypse. Fallen angel no need to hide.


Monsoon

Rolling thunder
Like a voice that commands
Rain drops fall
Like the blood from your hands

Pray to god
But i doubt that he's listening
This world is a gutter
That he likes to piss in
Tonight

Millions of people
Quietly sleep
Dreaming of deserts
As the puddles grow deep
Dark clouds of rage
Black out the sun
The rivers will run
Red with their blood

No place left dry
No place of shelter for which to run
People muddle in mass
Waiting for the storm to pass
But it's just begun

Millions of people
All of you people
Dream of the sandman
But the sandman has turned to mud
Rain falling down
Is this another great flood?
The rivers are running
Red with our blood


Days of being wild

All sewn up
Pull out the seams
Take your call
Your voice is static
For from my reach
I burn the page
Imaged are blurred
Am i afraid?

Around my throat
You came so close
To stopping me
Alive in jail, alive and well
I cannot leave
Innocent, accident

Find my pulse
Trapped in a locked box
Teeth in a grind
All night amphetamine
Noise to the tape
Comes like a shattered beast
Cast a shade
Your mouths destroys me

Come down dawn in one piece
Come down dawn to find some peace
Driven to shambles on a tip
I never said that i would quit
And the next song takes over


Relative ways

It's hard to imagine, it's so hard to perceive; to find an expression for what it all means. All panic and struggle, all death and decay are coming together in relative ways. This electric guitar hanging to my knees; a couple verses i can barely breathe; but it's all right; it's ok, it's coming together in relative ways.

It's started to happen, it's started to change; with the movement upon us, hope we make it ok. If it takes a life or a couple of days, it's coming together in relative ways. This electric guitar hanging to my knees; a couple of verses i can barely breathe. But it's all right, it's ok. It's coming together in relative ways.

It's ok, i'm a saint; i forgave your mistakes.


Source tags & codes

This city has lost a certain holds inside
It feels so worm being chained here to this life
I've been around and seen one hundred scenes
Where those who dare to tread the wheel
One day find out what's behind that hill

Spend half a life deciding what went wrong
Trying to find out what took you so long
Until you feel it's all part of some crazy scheme
It conjures in your memories till
You discover what's behind that hill

You picked me up and we went for a drive
Into the stained glass cavern of the night
You turn to say, your eyes fixed on the rows
Take me from this place i know
The ruined landscapes that i once called home
I don't know what in this world is trying to save me
But i can feel its hand and it's guiding me in sign
From lives i've tried to lead
To the one that i received
Each painted sign along the road
Will melt away in source tags & in code