Monday, February 2, 2009
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 water wings 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 int his 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 (identities erased)
The sun will hear the grounds
Under our bare feet in this brand new colony
Everything will change, oOo oOo...
These are the lyrics to Brand New Colony by The Postal Service.
It was a song off of an album that I bought Stevie while we were living in Atherton. It was an album I would have never listened to on my own but Gibbard was one of Stevie's crushes. I found the album by accident and bought it on a whim hoping she would like it and she did. We played it in the car almost everyday.
Every song on this album squeezes my heart and the songs find me where ever I go.
Last week I had part of this song stuck in my head and could not remember who sang it or what it was called and I finally found it.
How can one person love another person so completely...even when they don't have cheeks to kiss, hands to hold or eyes to look into anymore?
This is the kind of love that makes you never want to love again because the loss of it is...there are no words, if there was a word it wouldn't be used often, it would be sacred.
A brand new colony, I guess she started without me.
If you want to listen: