MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
the postal service - against all odds
How can I just let you walk away
Just let you leave without a trace?
When I stand here taking every breath
With you... Ohhhh...
You're the only one
Who really knew me at all.
How can you just walk away from me
When all I can do is watch you leave?
Cause we shared the laughter and the pain
And even shared the tears
You're the only one
Who really knew me at all.
So take a look at me now
There's just an empty space
There's nothing left here to remind me
Just the memory of your face
Take a look at me now
There's just an empty space
You comming back to me is against the odds
And thats what I've got to face.
I wish I could just make you turn around
Turn around and see me cry
There's so much I need to say to you
So many reasons why
You're the only one
Who really knew me at all.
So take a look at me now
There's just an empty space
There's nothing left here to remind me
Just the memory of your face
Take a look at me now
There's just an empty space
But to wait for you is all I can do
And that's what I've got to face
Take a look at me now
I'll just be standing here
You comming back to me is against the odds
And thats a chance I've got to face.
Take a look at me now...
the postal service - recycled air
i take a breath and pull the air in 'til there's
nothing left
I'm feeling green like teenage lovers between
the sheets
ba ba ba ba...
knuckles clenched to white as the landing
gear retract for flight
my head's a balloon inflating with the
altitude
ba ba ba ba...
i watch the patchwork farms' slow fade into
the ocean's arms
and from here they can't see me stare
the stale taste of recycled air
i watch the patchwork farms' slow fade into
the ocean's arms
calm down, release your cares
the stale taste of recycled air
the postal service - angel pumping gas
I saw you standing there
The wind blowing your hair
It's fate my life has brought me here to you
You walked over my way
I didn't know what to say.
I think that I love you.
But maybe it's just the fumes
Angel pumping gas
Why won't this moment last?
It's fate my life has brought me here today
Soon I'll be on my way
though I'd really like to stay
But the road is out there calling me away.
But I really need you here with me today.
you asked what can I do
I say Unleaded Fuel
You open up my tank start the pump
Grab a wet squeedgie
and wipe my windshield clean.
When all the while my tank is filling up
Angel pumping gas
Why won't this moment last?
It's fate my life has brough me here today
Soon I'll be on my way
though I'd really like to stay.
But the road is out there calling me away.
But I really need you here with me today.
You asked will that be credit or cash
But my chevron card was lost in the trash
You say that you will have to pay inside
as my heart broke in two I felt like I could die
as I turn the key her eyes contact with me
we share our precious moment in a glance
and as I drive away her memories here to stay
her deep blue eyes have left me in a trance
Angel pumping gas
Why won't this moment last?
It's fate my life has brought me here today
Soon I'll be on my way
though I wish that I could stay
But the road is out there calling me away.
the postal service - be still my heart
I was running late for work
So I didn't change my shirt
The evening's drinks left a lingering taste in my mouth.
And when I left you were fast asleep,
tangled in the sheets.
And on the bus I could've sworn it was all a dream.
It didn't happen to me.
And then I felt the scrapes, from the slippery subway grate.
Oh how you laughed, at my complete, lack of grace.
But I could not recall, a more perfect fall, cause when I looked up into your eyes it didn't hurt at all.
And I thought, be still my heart, this could be a brand new start with you.
And it will be clear, if I wake up and you're still here with me in the morning.
And I thought, be still my heart, this could be a brand new start with you.
And it will be clear, if I wake up and you're still here with me in the morning.
the postal service - brand new colony
i'll be the grapes fermented, bottled and
served 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 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 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, ooo ooo...
the postal service - carried
We climbed a thousand steps
without a single imprint
This drowning regret will die,
forgotten like my past
Moving bodies lie in rest
Carried by each other
the postal service - clark gable
i was waiting for a cross-town in the
london underground when it struck me
that i've been waiting since birth to find a
love that would look and sound like a movie
so i changed my plans i rented a camera and
a van and then i called you
"i need you to pretend that we are in love
again." and you agreed to
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
i greased the lens and framed the shot using
a friend as my stand-in
the script it called for rain but it was clear
that day so we faked it
the marker snapped and i yelled "quiet on
the set" and then called "action!"
and i kissed you in a style clark gable would
have admired (i thought it classic)
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
i know you're wise beyond your years, but
do you ever get the fear
that your perfect verse is just a lie you tell
yourself to help you get by?
the postal service - collide
Can you understand my meaning
hidden in the roses around my eyes
I want you to know how much it
means to have you in my life
Your love brings me close again in
this instance when our worlds
Collide
The wire of eternity twists around us
I can feel this river rising, moving up my back
Some things never change
Some things never go away
I could never forget you
And i will never be the same
the postal service - from my knees
Emptiness running through me
Taking all that i am
Leaving me this blinding mask
Grasping for the wind
Everything I've done
Everything I've gained
It all means nothing
A mere breath has passed away
Sadness I embrace
Left with empty promises
I look at myself and see the scars
That are brought to me by this life
Then I ask myself
Is that all this world has to give
The chase is over I am finished
Stripped of every reason I cry out to You
From my knees I scream
the postal service - grow old with me
Grow old along with me
The best is yet to be
When our time has come
We will be as one
God bless our love
God bless our love
Grow old along with me
Two branches of one tree
Face the setting sun
When the day is done
God bless our love
God bless our love
Spending our lives together
Man and wife together
World without end
World without end
Grow old along with me
Whatever fate decrees
We will see it through
For our love is true
God bless our love
God bless our love
the postal service - i want to bring
I want to bring You all that is in my heart
I want to give You my everything
But I've failed You so many times
How can I stand here before You
When I begin to steal what only belongs to You
I am able to bring You nothing that isn't already Yours
I am so ashamed of what I ever called my own
Take what I have, take these broken remains
What can I give You that You don't already deserve
You laid down Your life when I refused to give mine
the postal service - in due time
(1 min. and 4 secs. of no lyrcis just music.)
In due time, you'll finally see.
There's barely time, for us to breath.
In due time, we'll finally see
There's barely time, for us to breath.
(No lyrics just music.)
In due time, we''l finally see.
There's barely time, for us to breath.
the postal service - iron and wine
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
And true, it may seem like a stretch
but its thoughts like this that catch
my troubled head when you're away
when I am missing you to death
when you are out there on the road
for several weeks of shows
and when you scan the radio
I hope this song will guide you home
they will 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...
I tried my best to leave
this all on your machine
but the persistent beat it sounded thin
upon listening
and that frankly will not fly
you will hear the shrillest highs
and lowest lows with the windows down
when this is guiding you home
they will 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...
the postal service - is this your salvation
How many years have we waited
for a ship that never set sail?
And how many days have we wasted
chasing a love that was not our own?
I sat ashore and watched
as one hopeless wave crashed upon another
while my thoughts ran to the highest hills
my heart never reached the sea
with only delusions of an endless journey
I am left with an ocean between you and me
Is this your salvation?
Is this all you can give?
I will not stand in reflection
of someone else's dream
The gate to my heart has been weld shut
with the splendor of my aspirations closed in
how many years have we waited
for a ship that never set sail?
And how many days have we wasted
chasing a love that was not our own?
Is this your salvation?
Is this all you can give?
I will not stand in reflection
of someone else's dream
the postal service - natural anthem
i'll write you a song and it won't be hard to
sing
it will be a natural anthem, familiar it may
seem
it will rally all the workers on strike for
better pay
and its chorus will resound and boost morale
thoughout the day
i'll write you a song and i hope that you
won't mind
because all the names and places i have
taken from real life
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...
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