Smeared black ink... your palms are sweaty
And I'm barely listening to last demands
I'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried underneath
Where I am
Where I am
I'll wear my badge... a vinyl sticker with big block letters adherent to my chest
That tells your new friends I am a visitor here...
I am not permanent
And the only thing keeping me dry is
Where I am
Where I am
Where I am
You seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
A stranger with your door key explaining that I am just visiting
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
Where I am
Where I am
You seem so so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
A stranger with your door key explaining that I am just visiting
And I am finally seing
Why I was the one worth leaving
Why I was the one worth leaving
Where I am
Where I am
Where I am
The district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights
And send the autos swerving into the loneliest evening
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
The Postal Service - Give Up Album Lyrics
The Postal Service - Give Up Lyrics
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
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
And I have to speculate that God himself
Did make us into corresponding shapes like
Puzzle pieces from the clay
And true, it may seem like a stretch, but
Its 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 listening
That frankly will not fly. you will hear
The shrillest highs and lowest lows with
The windows down when this is guiding you home
In our eyes are mirror images and when
We kiss they're perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate that God himself
Did make us into corresponding shapes like
Puzzle pieces from the clay
And true, it may seem like a stretch, but
Its 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 listening
That frankly will not fly. you will hear
The shrillest highs and lowest lows with
The windows down when this is guiding you home
Writer: Ben Gibbard, Jimmy Tamborello
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC,
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC,
Sleeping In
Last week i had the strangest dream
Where everything was exactly how it seemed
Where there was 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 oOo
Where everything was exactly how it seemed
Where there was 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 oOo
Writer: CHRISTOPHER GENTRY, JOHN HUTCHINSON DEAN, MATTHEW EVERITT, SIMON IAN WHITE, STUART BLACK
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Nothing Better
(Boy) Will someone please call a surgon?
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.
In a tie 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 this 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.
(Girl)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.
You're heart won't heal right
If you keep tearing out the sutures.
(Boy) I know that I've 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.
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.
In a tie 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 this 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.
(Girl)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.
You're heart won't heal right
If you keep tearing out the sutures.
(Boy) I know that I've 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.
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
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 air
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 air
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Clark Gable
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 and 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 that clark gable would have admired
(I thought it 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 fear
That your perfect verse is just a lie you tell yourself to help you get by?
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 and 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 that clark gable would have admired
(I thought it 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 fear
That your perfect verse is just a lie you tell yourself to help you get by?
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
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 in doors
Because the air outside will make
Our cells divide at an alarming rate
Until our shelves simply cannot hold
All our insides in
And that's when we'll explode
And it won't be a pretty sight
And we'll become
Silhouettes when our bodies finally go
And we'll become
Silhoutettes when our bodies finally go
And we'll become
Silhouettes when our bodies finally go
And well become
Silhouettes when our bodies finally go
And we'll become
And we'll become
And we'll become
And we'll become
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 in doors
Because the air outside will make
Our cells divide at an alarming rate
Until our shelves simply cannot hold
All our insides in
And that's when we'll explode
And it won't be a pretty sight
And we'll become
Silhouettes when our bodies finally go
And we'll become
Silhoutettes when our bodies finally go
And we'll become
Silhouettes when our bodies finally go
And well become
Silhouettes when our bodies finally go
And we'll become
And we'll become
And we'll become
And we'll become
Writer: Benjamin D Gibbard, Jimmy Tamborello
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
This Place Is A Prison
This place is a prison
And these people aren't your friends
Inhaling thrills through $20 bills
And the tumblers are drained and then flooded again
And again
Ther're 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 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?
And these people aren't your friends
Inhaling thrills through $20 bills
And the tumblers are drained and then flooded again
And again
Ther're 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 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?
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Brand New Colony
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 fire escape that's bolted to the
ancient brick where you will sit and
contemplate your day.
i'll be the waterwings that save you if you
start drowning in an open tab when your
judgement's on the brink.
i'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite
albums back as your lying there drifting off
to sleep.
i'll be the platform shoes and undo what
heredity's done to you: you won't have to
strain to look into my eyes.
i'll be your winter coat buttoned and zipped
straight to the throat with the collar up so
you won't catch cold.
i want to take you far away from the cynics in this
town and kiss you on the mouth.
we'll cut our bodies free from the tethers of
this scene, start a brand new colony
where everything will change, we'll give
ourselves new names (identities erased.)
the sun will heat the ground under our bare
feet in this brand new colony.
everything will change...
served with the table set in my finest suit
like a perfect gentleman.
i'll be the fire escape that's bolted to the
ancient brick where you will sit and
contemplate your day.
i'll be the waterwings that save you if you
start drowning in an open tab when your
judgement's on the brink.
i'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite
albums back as your lying there drifting off
to sleep.
i'll be the platform shoes and undo what
heredity's done to you: you won't have to
strain to look into my eyes.
i'll be your winter coat buttoned and zipped
straight to the throat with the collar up so
you won't catch cold.
i want to take you far away from the cynics in this
town and kiss you on the mouth.
we'll cut our bodies free from the tethers of
this scene, start a brand new colony
where everything will change, we'll give
ourselves new names (identities erased.)
the sun will heat the ground under our bare
feet in this brand new colony.
everything will change...
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Natural Anthem
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 its chorus will resound and boost morale
thoughout 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 get upset at this portrait that
i paint
it may be a little biased, but at least i spelt
your name right...
sing
it will be a natural anthem, familiar it may
seem
it will rally all the workers on strike for
better pay
and its chorus will resound and boost morale
thoughout 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 get upset at this portrait that
i paint
it may be a little biased, but at least i spelt
your name right...
Writer: J.E. DAVIS
Copyright: Lyrics © WASHITA MUSIC CO.
Copyright: Lyrics © WASHITA MUSIC CO.
The Postal Service was a collaboration between singer-songwriter Ben Gibbard, best-known for his work with indie rock band Death Cab for Cutie, and musician Jimmy Tamborello, who also records under the name Dntel.
The two first collaborated with the song "(This Is) The Dream of Evan and Chan", for Dntel's debut LP, Life Is Full of Possibilities (2001).
Gibbard rose to prominence in the early 2000s as frontman of Death Cab, while Tamborello gained a cult following as a pioneer of contemporary glitch music and electronica.
The album is a long-distance collaboration between Gibbard, who lived in Seattle, Washington, and Tamborello, who resided in Los Angeles, California. The duo named the project for their working method: the pair would send demos on burned CD-R's through the mail, adding elements until songs were complete.
Give Up was released with little promotion—its creators embarked on a brief tour, but otherwise returned to their main projects. Despite this, the album grew in popularity steadily in the ensuing years, bolstered by the singles "Such Great Heights" and "We Will Become Silhouettes". By the end of its first decade, it had sold 1.2 million copies in the U.S., making it Sub Pop's second-biggest selling album in its history.
It also courted a trademark battle with the United States Postal Service and a dispute with Apple. Despite its popularity, Give Up stands as the duo's only studio album. In 2013, the group briefly reunited for an anniversary tour and reissue of the album. In 2023, the band embarked on a 20th anniversary tour.
Performed By:
The Postal ServiceThe two first collaborated with the song "(This Is) The Dream of Evan and Chan", for Dntel's debut LP, Life Is Full of Possibilities (2001).
Gibbard rose to prominence in the early 2000s as frontman of Death Cab, while Tamborello gained a cult following as a pioneer of contemporary glitch music and electronica.
The album is a long-distance collaboration between Gibbard, who lived in Seattle, Washington, and Tamborello, who resided in Los Angeles, California. The duo named the project for their working method: the pair would send demos on burned CD-R's through the mail, adding elements until songs were complete.
Give Up was released with little promotion—its creators embarked on a brief tour, but otherwise returned to their main projects. Despite this, the album grew in popularity steadily in the ensuing years, bolstered by the singles "Such Great Heights" and "We Will Become Silhouettes". By the end of its first decade, it had sold 1.2 million copies in the U.S., making it Sub Pop's second-biggest selling album in its history.
It also courted a trademark battle with the United States Postal Service and a dispute with Apple. Despite its popularity, Give Up stands as the duo's only studio album. In 2013, the group briefly reunited for an anniversary tour and reissue of the album. In 2023, the band embarked on a 20th anniversary tour.
Genre(s): Indietronica, indie pop, synth-pop
Producer(s): The Postal Service
Released: February 18th, 2003
Year: 2003