The Suburbs, covered by Mr Little Jeans

I have to listen to a song numerous times before I really appreciate and fall in love with the lyrics, but The Suburbs by Arcade Fire stood out pretty much straight away. There's something intensely nostalgic and even tactile about them that really appeals to me. It talks of the passage of time, and memories of growing up. As I prepare to have my daughter it feels more potent to me now than when I first heard it. 

Although the original is Arcade Fire, I adore the cover by Mr Little Jeans, with its slow pace and seductive bass it complements the nostalgia of the lyrics perfectly, giving it a wonderful melancholy that means I always have to just stop everything I'm doing to pause and listen to this song. 

My friend, who lives in LA, introduced me to it while we were on a road trip to Kathmandu, travelling from Tibet. It was oddly perfect to listen to while twisting down the winding and treacherous roads, where all the sound and bustle of the surrounding landscape and activity momentarily paused, drowned out by this music, like nectar trickling down the headphones. 

In the suburbs I
I learned to drive
And you told me we'd never survive
Grab your mother's keys we're leaving

You always seemed so sure
That one day we'd be fighting
In a suburban war
Your part of town against mine
I saw you standing on the opposite shore
But by the time the first bombs fell
We were already bored
We were already, already bored

Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling again

Kids wanna be so hard
But in my dreams we're still screamin' and runnin' through the yard
And all of the walls that they built in the seventies finally fall
And all of the houses they build in the seventies finally fall
Meant nothin' at all
Meant nothin' at all
It meant nothin

Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling and into the night

So can you understand
Why I want a daughter while I'm still young?
I wanna hold her hand
And show her some beauty
Before this damage is done

But if it's too much to ask, it's too much to ask
Then send me a son

Under the overpass
In the parking lot we're still waiting
It's already passed
So move your feet from hot pavement and into the grass
Cause it's already passed
It's already, already passed!

Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling again

I'm movin' past the feeling
I'm movin' past the feeling

In my dreams we're still screamin'
We're still screamin'
We're still screamin'