brand new colony

i've been listening to The Postal Service just about everyday since i've discovered them. i usually have about a two-week relationship with most albums. not this one though. Give Up has come to define for me this period in my life. these songs remind me who i am and where i am going, what i want.

i'm sure that in 20 years i'll find this album, pop it into an ancient cd player, and flash back to the spring of my 26th year. a pivotal time of self-evaluation and discovery.

Brand New Colony

I'll be the grapes fermented,
Bottled and served with the table set in my finest suit
Like a perfect gentlemen

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 a cold

I want to take you far from the cynics in this town
And kiss you on the mouth
We'll cut out bodies free from the tethers of this scene,
Start a brand new colony
Where everything will change,
We'll give ourselves new names
The sun will heat the grounds
Under our bare feet in this brand new colony
Everything will change.