"postal blues" genre: Indie Pop/Lo Fi
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	the next face you see could be your own
	CD: event horizon
	Story Behind the Song everybody is somebody with a story. the guy who laid marble tile in the municipal court building had a father with one leg blown off in a border dispute war declared by a schizophrenic maniac who joined the military when he discovered that his twin contacted the black death because his gypsy mother had abandoned him on a train platform where he was bitten by a diseased rat as an infant when she ran off with an opium addict lion tamer who later accidently killed her when teaching her the blindfold stunt with the deaf midget who lost his hearing inventing the diamond blade used for cutting tile that was laid in the court building where alcoholic lawyers stood trying to console the delusional defendant after being sentenced to life without parole for the murder of the gypsy woman. we're all just one big family of connected strangers. Lyrics POSTAL BLUES I’M A POSTMAN BABY I’VE GOT A PACKAGE RIGHT HERE FOR YOU HOPE NOTHING’S BROKEN INSIDE- SOME KINDA WEIRD GLOWING JELLY IS SEEPING THROUGH MY JOB IS REALLY VERY SIMPLE: JUST SHOVE IT INTO YOUR BOX AND MAYBE TOMORROW I’LL COME WITH ANOTHER ONE TOO YOU KNOW WILD BILL HICOCK WAS THE FIRST VOLUNTEER TO EVER RIDE ON THE PONY EXPRESS HE MUST HAVE BEEN A LITTLE CRAZY BUT THAT’S THE THING THAT WAS REQUIRED TO PASS THE TEST NOW TO YOU I’M JUST ANOTHER FACE ON THE BACKDROP OF YOUR LIFE BUT MY MIND IS BLOWIN’ FREE LIKE THE TUMBLEWEED WAY OUT WEST I’VE BEEN DRIVIN’ ‘ROUND AND ‘ROUND IN CIRCLES ALL DAY LONG THROUGH THIS SLEEPY LITTLE TOWN NEITHER RAIN SLEET SNOW NOR GLOOM OF NIGHT HAS GOT THE POWER TO SLOW ME DOWN YOU SEE ME COMIN’ BABY, LOOKOUT, NOTHING GONNA STOP ME FROM THE SWIFT COMPLETION OF MY APPOINTED ROUNDS I BEEN SO LONG ON THIS ROUTE I SEE PEOPLE DYIN’ ONE BY ONE NAMES JUST KEEP GETTING’ SCRIBBLED OUT ALL THE TIME AND I’M ALWAYS WRITIN’ IN ANOTHER ONE BUT THE MAIL JUST KEEPS ON POURIN’ IN THOUGH THERE’S NO WAY TO GET DELIVERED TO WHERE THEY’VE ALL GONE LIKE OLD MAN SAM- 1600 NEWTOWN ROAD- BORN IN THE YEAR THE GREAT TITANIC WENT DOWN I USED TO GO KNOCK ON HIS DOOR AND BRING HIM HIS MAIL..HE HAD REAL BAD ARTHRITIS AND COULD BARELY GET AROUND Y’KNOW HE LIVED THIS WHOLE CENTURY… ONLY ONCE DID SEE THE RED SOX WEAR THE WORLD SERIES CROWN HE HAD A LITTLE DOG NAMED MUZZY ….ONE DAY HE JUST UP AND DIED NEVER DID TALK ABOUT IT MUCH AFTERWARDS BUT I’M PRETTY SURE, KNOWIN’ SAM, HE MUST HAVE CRIED WELL SOMEBODY GAVE HIM A NEW DOG ONCE, BUT HE DIDN’T GIVE HIM A NEW NAME I GUESS NOBODY WAS REALLY SURPRISED I SAID I’M A POSTMAN BABY… MY DADDY HE WAS A POSTMAN TOO OF ALL THE THINGS IN THIS GREAT WIDE WORLD TO CHOOSE I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT THIS IS WHAT I DO WELL IT COULD BE BETTER…COULD BE WORSE…GOD BLESS NOTHING…HALLELUJAH HALLELOOOYAHOOOO

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