2004-06-06
brand new colony
an impressive song by The Postal Service...
i'll be the grapes fermented, bottled andserved 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 water wings that save you if you
start drowning in an open tab when your
judgment'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
leesah-likes at 5:00 p.m.