The Postal Service¶
413 words on Music
I have been listening to Give Up by The Postal Service a lot recently. Particularly when running around with my iPod.
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.
It's not 100% my style of music, quite electronic and a bit of the pop-y kind, but in a way it's wholesome, nice, and quite addictive. Which may be why Dan was kind enough to include Sleeping In on a recent compilation CD.
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.
Don't wake me, I plan on sleeping in…
It's my favourite song of the album. A cheerful sound and laid-back lyrics. As I have been mocked for trying to explain the sound of bands to people in terms of the sound of other bands (they didn't know), let me try again: I guess the base ingredient could be The Rapture, minus a bit of sophistication and most harshness, then I'd liberally add some The Notwist for gratuitous blips and ticks and a hint of Sigur Rós for those long soothing chords [yep, I have the beginning of The District sleeps alone in mind here – it's the first impression that counts after all]. Finally I'd put a big slab of Flaming Lips cheerfulness and goodness on top.
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...
Perhaps not the most sophisticated record I've ever listened to – but certainly something to make my way to, from and within my office brighter.
I feel 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.
They won't 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…
