The Postal Service

The Postal Service is an American electronic indie pop band comprised of Ben Gibbard of Death Cab for Cutie and producer Jimmy Tamborello of Dntel, Headset and Figurine.

The members of The Postal Service

Songs

• 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
  • "Such Great Heights"

• Last week I had the strangest dream
  Where everything was exactly how it seemed
  Where there was never any mystery of 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
  • "Sleeping In"

• Again 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'd 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
  • "Sleeping In"

• 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.
  • "Nothing Better"

• 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.
  
  • "Clark Gable"

• 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
  • "We Will Become Silhouettes"

• I wanted to walk throught 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 shelves simply cannot hold
  all our insides in and that's when we'll explode;
  And it won't be a pretty sight.
  • "We Will Become Silhouettes"

• 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
  
  • "This Place is a Prison"

External links

• The Postal Service Official site