Brand New Colony (not the show… a song)

OK.. so nothing deep tonight.. just that I’ve been hearing this song in the corner of my mind for the last several weeks. I catch snippets of it on the  radio while driving.. or coming out of stores. I kept thinking I hear the word ‘Colony’ in it.. I finally had to look it up.. It’s called “Brand New Colony” by the band  “The Postal Service”  . TPS is a spin off of “Death Cab for Cutie” which wrote  “Lack of Color” one of the songs I’ll always associate with Sam because his freinds used it for one of the slideshows they made for his memorial..  (I can’t find that one right now.. but here’s another one )
 
Anyway..    Brand New Colony makes me happy and long for the old dirty colony.  I woke up this morning and realized I’d been dreaming about my time on the show. I was at my workbench making soemthing .. I don’t recall what.. I just remember it wasn’t working.. It was a common scene for me.. and I have to say.. my favorite type of frustration..  Any geek/hacker will know what i mean by that.. I’m leaving those memories behind a little more each day. I’m forgetting the gritty feeling of the floor.. or the taste of the food… or the sounds of the gates..

I guess that means I’m ready for a new adventure

Maybe a brand new colony ? (don’t worry  I meant that metaphorically… I’m not going back for season 2 🙂

I guess that’s all I have for today.. In a way that’s kinda nice.. I’ll leave you with the words and music to the song.. Enjoy folks.. you too, Sam
-me

“Brand New Colony”  by The Postal Service.

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 waterwings that save you if you start drowning

In an open tab when your judgment’s on the brink

I’ll be the phonograph that plays your favorite

Albums back as you’re 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 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

Everything will change, oOo oOo…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N4h7MqeZRU8