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There's no ticker-tape, no pearly gates No carnival and no parade Just one, one for sorrow

[melodytomemory]

I've listened to my fair share of songs about death, and as such I've listened to my fair share of songs about suicide, but none have stuck with me the way this one has.

No Blues was one of my favorite albums of 2013, and on Tuesday night I finally saw Los Campesinos! live. And though they did not play this song, in the past few days I've started listening to this album on repeat again. There's a certain delight, one that I feel while listening to the arrangement of language in just about any Los Campesinos! song, that is still present in this song despite the subject matter. Gareth, the lead singer and primary lyricist, clearly has a way with words, and using this ability he is able to make this into something more than your typical, for lack of a better term, song dying on your own terms.

I like how it's not really about what led to the choice to take one's own life, but it's about the act itself. When it all comes down to it and our narrator finally goes through with throwing himself into the estuary, nobody noticed and nobody reacted: not the birds sitting by the water, not the people in cars driving by. It's not some huge attraction that everybody gathers to see. He doesn't go out with a big bang, just a small splash.

There's no ticker-tape, no pearly gate No carnival and no parade

Just one, one for sorrow 

So the reason that this song sticks with me is because even though early on the lyrics are crafted in a way that may seem like it could be melodramatically romanticizing the scene, by the end it's clearly showing how lonely and unglamorous the act really is.