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Band : Conor Oberst and The Mystic Valley Band
Song : Get-Well-Cards
Album : Conor Oberst
www.ConorOberst.com
A pea, people left the plumes in a pile
They look good to fold
And the Gulf water s warm like a bathtub
Full of lavender and epsom salt
See a bleach blond boy put his longboard down
Help his girl get her sunscreen on
I thought about you in your little house
Think you re lonely but I could be wrong and...
I wanna be a bootlegger
Wanna mix you up something strange
Braid your hair like a sister
Maim you like a hurricane
Right there, that s the postman sleeping in the sand
He s got a letter to deliver, but I can t stay mad
Right there, that s the postman sleeping in the sand
He s got a get-well-card to deliver
He s gonna do it by hand, he s gonna do it by hand
Now they drive the cars up and down the beach
It s ridiculous and everybody knows
Hear the Mustangs rev at the four way stop
You get ghosted when the light says go
But in a town like this, in the chequered flag dawn
It s so empty you could make somebody dream
So maybe it s you, in your four-post bed
Found asleep with still blood in your teeth and...
I wanna be your happiness
I wanna be your common sense pain
Wrap your head in a picket fence
Rebuild after the hurricane
Right there, that s the postman sleeping in the sand
He s got a letter to deliver, but i m still not mad
Right there, that s the postman sleeping in the sand
He s got a get-well-card to deliver
He s gonna do it by hand,
He s gonna do it, he s gonna do it
He s gonna do it, he s gonna do it,
He s gonna do it, he s gonna do it... by hand
Right there, that s the postman sleeping in the sand
He s got a letter to deliver, but I can t stay mad
Right there, that s the postman asleep in the sand
He s got a headstack now to deliver
He s gonna do it by hand,
He s gonna do it, he s gonna do it
He s gonna do it, he s gonna do it,
He s gonna do it, he s gonna do it... by hand
Song : Get-Well-Cards
Album : Conor Oberst
www.ConorOberst.com
A pea, people left the plumes in a pile
They look good to fold
And the Gulf water s warm like a bathtub
Full of lavender and epsom salt
See a bleach blond boy put his longboard down
Help his girl get her sunscreen on
I thought about you in your little house
Think you re lonely but I could be wrong and...
I wanna be a bootlegger
Wanna mix you up something strange
Braid your hair like a sister
Maim you like a hurricane
Right there, that s the postman sleeping in the sand
He s got a letter to deliver, but I can t stay mad
Right there, that s the postman sleeping in the sand
He s got a get-well-card to deliver
He s gonna do it by hand, he s gonna do it by hand
Now they drive the cars up and down the beach
It s ridiculous and everybody knows
Hear the Mustangs rev at the four way stop
You get ghosted when the light says go
But in a town like this, in the chequered flag dawn
It s so empty you could make somebody dream
So maybe it s you, in your four-post bed
Found asleep with still blood in your teeth and...
I wanna be your happiness
I wanna be your common sense pain
Wrap your head in a picket fence
Rebuild after the hurricane
Right there, that s the postman sleeping in the sand
He s got a letter to deliver, but i m still not mad
Right there, that s the postman sleeping in the sand
He s got a get-well-card to deliver
He s gonna do it by hand,
He s gonna do it, he s gonna do it
He s gonna do it, he s gonna do it,
He s gonna do it, he s gonna do it... by hand
Right there, that s the postman sleeping in the sand
He s got a letter to deliver, but I can t stay mad
Right there, that s the postman asleep in the sand
He s got a headstack now to deliver
He s gonna do it by hand,
He s gonna do it, he s gonna do it
He s gonna do it, he s gonna do it,
He s gonna do it, he s gonna do it... by hand