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Postal Service lyrics

Album: Give Up [2003]

Tracks10
 01  The District Sleeps Alone Tonight
 02  Such Great Heights
 03  Sleeping In
 04  Nothing Better
 05  Recycled Air
 06  Clark Gable
 07  We Will Become Silhouettes
 08  This Place Is a Prison
 09  Brand New Colony
 10  Natural Anthem
all Postal Service lyrics



The District Sleeps Alone Tonight
The Postal Service - The District Sleeps Alone Tonight





Smeared black ink.
Your palms are sweaty,
And Iím barely listening to last demands.
I'm staring at the asphalt wondering:
"Whatís buried underneath (where I am)?"
(Where I am)

Wear my badge,
A vinyl sticker with big block letters adherent to my chest,
Tells your new friends:
"I am a visitor here,
I am not permanent."
And the only thing keeping me dry is (where I am).

You seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex.
(Where I am)
A stranger with your door key explaining that I'm just visiting.
(Where I am)
And I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving.
Why I was the one worth leaving.

D.C. sleeps alone tonight.

(Where I am)
You seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex.
(Where I am)
A stranger with your door key explaining that Iím just visiting.
(Where I am)
And I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving.
Why I was the one worth leaving.

(Where I am)
The district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights.
(Where I am)
And send the autos swerving into the loneliest evening.
(Where I am)
And I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving.
Why I was the one worth leaving.
Why I was the one worth leaving.
Why I was the one worth leaving.back to top
Such Great Heights
I am thinking it's a sign,
That the freckles in our eyes,
Are mirror images and,
When we kiss they're perfectly aligned,

I have to speculate,
That God himself to make us,
Into corresponding shapes,
Like puzzle pieces from the way,

And true, it may seem like a stretch,
But it's thoughts like this that catch,
My troubled head when you're away,
When I am missing you to death

When you are out there on the road,
For several weeks of shows,
And when you scan the radio,
I hope this song will guide you home,

They will see us waving from such great heights,
Come down now, they'll say,
But everything looks perfect from far away,
Come down now, but we'll stay,

I tried my best to leave,
This all on your machine,
But the persistent beat it,
Sounded thin upon this ending,

That frankly will not fly,
You will hear our shrillest highs and,
Lowest lows with the windows down,
When this is guiding you home,

They will see us waving from such great heights,
Come down now, they'll say,
But everything looks perfect from far away,
Come down now, but we'll stay,

They will see us waving from such great heights,
Come down now, they'll say,
But everything looks perfect from far away,
Come down now, but we'll stay,

They will see us waving from such great heights,
Come down now,

They will see us waving from such great heights,
Come down now.back to top
Sleeping In
Postal Service
"Sleeping In"

Last week i had the strangest dream
Where everything was exactly how it seemed
Where there never any mystery on who shot john f kennedy
It was just a man with something to prove
Slightly bored and severely confused
He steadied his rifle with his target in the center
And became famous on that day in november

Dont wake me i plan on sleeping
Dont wake me i plan on sleeping in
Dont wake me i plan on sleeping
Dont wake me i plan on sleeping in

And then last night i had that strange dream
Where everything was exactly how it seemed
Where concerns about the world getting warmer
The people thought they were just being rewarded
For treating others as they like to be treated
For obeying stop signs and curing diseases
For mailing letters with the address of the sender
Now we can swim any day in november

Dont wake me i plan on sleeping
(now we can swim any day in november)
Dont wake me i plan on sleeping in
Dont wake me i plan on sleeping
Dont wake me i plan on sleeping in

Dont wake me i plan on sleeping in
Dont wake me i plan on sleeping
OOo oOo oOoback to top
Nothing Better
(Boy) Will someone please call a surgeon
Who can crack my ribs and
Repair this broken heart
That you're deserting
For better company
I can't accept that its over,
And now I'll block the door
Like a goalie tending the net
In the 3rd quarter
Of the tied game rivalry.
So just say how to make it right
And I'll swear I'll do
My best to comply.

Tell me am I right
To think that there could
Be nothing better
Than making you my bride,
And slowly growing old together.


(Girl) I feel I must interject here.
You're getting carried away
Feeling sorry for yourself.
With these revisions,
And gaps in history.
So let me help you remember.
I've made charts and graphs
That should finally make it clear.
I've prepared a lecture,
On why I have to leave.

So please back away, and let me go.


(Boy)I can't my darling, I love you so.


(Both)Oh oh..


(Boy) Tell me am I right.
To think that there could
Be nothing better
Than making you my bride,
And slowly growing old together.


(Girl) Don't you feed me lies
About some idealistic future.
Your heart won't heal right
If you keep tearing out the sutures.


(Boy) I know that I have made mistakes
And, I swear I'll never wrong you again.


(Girl) You've got a lure I can't deny
But you've had your chance,
So say goodbye,
Say goodbye....back to top
Recycled Air
Postal Service
"Recycled Air"

I take a breath and pull the air in 'til there's nothing left
I'm feeling green like teenage lovers between the sheets

Ba ba ba ba ...

Knuckles clenched to white as the landing gear retract for flight
My head's a balloon inflating with the altitude

Ba ba ba ba...

I watch the patchwork farms' slow fade into the ocean's arms
And from here they can't see me stare
The stale taste of recycled air
I watch the patchwork farms' slow fade into the ocean's arms
Calm down, release your cares
The stale taste of recycled airback to top
Clark Gable
The Postal Service - Clark Gable



My favorite song of their cd...

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I was waiting for a cross-town train in the
London Underground when it struck me.
That I've been waiting since birth to find a
love that would look and sound like a movie.
So I changed my plans I rented a camera and
a van and then I called you.
"I need you to pretend that we are in love again."
and you agreed to.

I want so badly to believe that "There is truth,
that love is real!"
and I want life in every word to the extent
that it's absurd.

I greased the lens and framed the shot using
a friend as my stand-in.
The script it called for rain but it was clear
that day so we faked it.
The marker snapped and I yelled "Quiet on the set!"
and then called "Action!"
and I kissed you in a style Clark Gable would
have admired (I thought it was classic)

I want so badly to believe that "there is truth,
that love is real"
and I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd.
I know you're wise beyond your years, but
do you ever get the feat
that your perfect verse is just a lie you tell
yourself to help you get by?
-----------------------------------------------------------------------back to top
We Will Become Silhouettes
i've got a cupboard with cans of food
filtered water and pictures of you
and i'm not coming out until this is all over

and i'm looking through the glass
where the light bends at the cracks
and i'm screaming at the top of my lungs
pretending the echoes belong to someone
someone i used to know

and we become
silhouettes when our bodies finally go

i wanted to walk through the empty streets
and feel something constant under my feet
but all the news reports recommended that i stay indoors
because the air outside will make
our cells divide at an alarming rate
until our shelf simply cannot hold
all our insides in
and thats when we'll explode
and it wont be a pretty sight

then we'll become
silhouettes when our bodies finally go

we will become
(we will become)
silhouettes when our bodies finally go

(we will become)back to top
This Place Is a Prison
,
These people aren't your friends,
Inhaling thrills through $20 bills,
And the tumblers are drained and then flooded,
Again and again,

There's guards at the on ramps,
Armed to the teeth,
And you may case the grounds from the cascades to puget sound,
But you are not permitted to leave,
I know there's a big world out there like the one that I saw on the screen,
In my living room late last night, it was almost too bright to see,
And I know that it's not a party if it happens every night,
Pretending there's glamour and candelabra,
When you're drinking by candlelight,

What does it take to get a drink in this place?
What does it take, how long must I wait?
What does it take to get a drink in this place?
What does it take, how long must I wait?

How long must I wait?back to top
Brand New Colony
**the other guy who posted these lyrics was a little wrong on some parts..
so i thought id post the real lyrics** (no offense sqweeky)



I'll be the grapes fermented,
bottled, and served with the table set,
in my finest suit like a perfect gentleman.

I'll be the waterwings that save you
if you start drowning in an open *tap*
when your judgments on the brink.
I'll be the photograph that plays your favorite albums back
as your lying there drifting off to sleep. (drifting off to sleep)
I'll be the platform shoes and *do* what heredities done to you,
you wont have to strain to look into my eyes. (my eyes)X2
I'll be your winter coat, buttons zipped straight to the throat.
With the collar on so you wont catch cold.
I want to take you far from the cytics in this town,
and kiss you on the mouth.
We'll cut our bodies free, from the tethers of the seam.
Start a brand new colony where everything will change.
We'll give ourself new names, idenities erased.
The sun will heat the grounds under out bare feet.
In this brand new colony.....this brand new colony.
Everything will change...ooo ooo.back to top
Natural Anthem
The Postal Service - Natural Anthem
jeffwashere

I'll write you a song
And it won't be hard to sing
It will be a natural anthem
Familiar it may seem
It will rally all the workers
On strike for better pay
And It's chorus will resound
And boost morale throughout the day

I'll write you a song
And I hope that you won't mind
Because all the names and places
I have taken from real life
So please don't be upset
At this portrait that I paint
It may be a little biased,
But at least I spelt your name rightback to top
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