This came to mind for some reason this morning.
The Postal Service
From the album Give Up
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 tub 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
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…
Whenever I hear this song – or the word ‘colony’ for that matter – I always think of The Colony Hotel in Jerusalem. But that’s a story in itself.
I know the formatting looks weird, but that’s how it’s supposed to be. I even got out the liner notes to make sure.