Avui he descobert aquesta cançó.
Primer he somrigut 
amb la musiqueta tipus Mario que l’acompanya, després he volgut ser aquesta persona que estarà allí per tu:
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 you’re lying there, drifting off
to sleep… drifting off to sleep…
I’ll be the platform shoes; 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 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 grounds, under our bare
feet in this brand new colony.
This Brand new colony…Everything will change, Ooo ooo…
Everything will change, Ooo ooo…
Everything will change, Ooo ooo…
Eiiiiiiiii, gran cançó!!! La vaig escoltar per primera vegada farà uns tres anys i pico i em va semblar… agradable seria la paraula exacte
Tot un plaer tornarla a escoltar. Per cert, que no havia vist el videoclip. Molt curiós, no? jeje.
És molt maca
Tot aquest disc de The Postal Service és super dolç; jo tinc debilitat per aquesta i per “Sleeping in” http://es.youtube.com/results?search_query=sleeping+in&search_type=).
” (…)
And then 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 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
Dont wake me i plan on sleeping
Dont wake me i plan on sleeping in
(…)”