::Lasties Week:: Portugal. The Man - 1989/Our Way

Well since last week was Firsties, this week'll be Lasties. Seems logical, yeah? Anyway, these songs wrap up albums like a big fat punctuation mark. Be it a period, a comma, an exclamation point or some made up form of punctuation, they leave you with a satisfied sense of culmination and completion. It makes you feel like you accomplished something (but in actuality you just spent 30 minutes to an hour eating Cheezits and listening to music).





I'm going to start this week off with one of my favorite bands and the band that I just realized is the best band when it comes to closing albums. I had a hard time with picking a PTM song for this list because almost every album ends on the most perfect song. I ended up picking this one because I think its from their most artistic album, their magnum opus so to speak.

"1989/Our Way" is from Censored Colors and every time I listen to it I get the sense that I've just returned from some journey and am reliving it with a group of friends and family. Sort of retelling the tale and breathing a sigh of relief around a campfire. And for some reason there are a bunch of circus animals shooting off fireworks and giraffes blowing on those little party whistle things. Also there are bikini-clad women doing backflips. Hey its my fantasy, leave me alone.

I was born in nineteen eighty-nine
All we could do
No shakes or coughs or burst relief
Or lists of all our things
Just minutes making minds
I was born in nineteen eighty-nine
All we could do
But the making never made
The comers never came
But I still felt the awful news

It was patience that we had
And the miles we had left
That held us there
Until we could let go

I was born in nineteen eighty-nine
And it'll be over soon
No moon children or peoples sun
Or ringing in my ears
When I felt that awful news

But we found that we were always lost... in space
And we will never find our way
We felt that we would always find our way
If our minds ever come around

I was born in nineteen eighty-nine
All we could do
Not in birth or body
But only in our minds
I was shaking to through my eyes
And living through each breath
I still felt that awful news