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Open Waters
02:19
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And once again I find myself out on the waters
I am the sun I am the captain and the ship
And once again I find myself out in the waters
I am a thousand fish I feed on every shore
Once again I find I can’t break the line
Once again I find I am frozen
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Bright Lights
04:01
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White chalk melting into the ground where we stood, and felt the dust turn in our eyes
The sun strips this city bare, stars pale here, and there’s the tallest building in the world
We’re just passing through this place, all our punches go to waste
Watch the hours go down the drain
Twenty floors we’re up in space, the speeding cars keep me awake
but they don’t seem to trouble you
Bolt down the doors
Close the shutters hold me close
All the bright lights left me cold
As the night turns into day, everything falls into place, yet I dream of nothing new
Looking out it’s all the same, cities hung on swinging cranes, I watch them float away
Bolt down the doors,
Close the shutters hold me close
All the bright lights left me cold
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Before We Sleep
05:02
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Feel it slipping right from underneath
In dark hotel rooms when you fall asleep
Another moment gone
Tell me now, how does it feel, my darling?
Weren't you told we’re not just tourists here?
Could it be that we’re wasting away?
Another moment gone, you’re not the same
In this wicked world of in-betweens
Fevers triggering the strangest dreams
They happen all the time
So stay for one more night
I’ll sing you to sleep
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A Broken Record
02:37
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From the outside looking in
The engines breaking, your records on the floor
In the morning once again
Neighbors called, your brother stood tall, he never did understand
How the shadows hide
In plain sight, under their eyes, in the back of smiles
From the outside looking in
The engines breaking, your records on the floor
Oh honey how could I have ever known
Every moment is another battle lost
Most days it’s all you’ve got
Your thoughts in circles
Am I the only one?
When all the lights are gone
Am I the only one?
If I ask you will you tell
How many times you have hoped for death?
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Wrinkles
03:19
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I don’t know if I really do believe
that my love will remain through all the years
In my dreams you’re standing there, beside me, where the light’s always on
Gathered wood and dust, faces on the walls, looking back at us
After it all
Gone the days, no more nights
Warm and settled in your arms
We’re floating with the end of sight
And when it’s dark
I’ll sing you the song, that I can’t remember the words to.
All those years ago
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Waves
04:31
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A line on the water, thread of silvery beams
Below, watch it crumble, rippling through the open sea
I wait for the morning, golden glimmer of day
I wait for the falling of the waters once again
For the waters once again
The blue of the ocean could not ever fool me
Beyond the stillness there’s a darkness we can’t see
Summer has come and gone too quickly for my taste
How I wish that the sun could feel like more than just a blaze
The light from the tower has been fading through the years
A once shining beacon, then a flicker, now a dream
Even it will disappear
A line on the water, would you ever believe
They say nothing fits our bodies better than the sea
Nothing better than the sea/
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Flying Saucers
05:01
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Every Sunday night’s the same
The day we can’t shake off
And as we hoped for some exciting change
We heard the loudest bomb
I tried to call as soon as I found out
But all the lines were jammed
And so I thought it best to go back to
Making my dinner plans
Making my dinner plans
There could be, flying saucers in the sky
A thousand planes ahead
As long as they don’t feel too close we can
Pretend that they’re not there
We are good people
We could really care
With time, this feeling’s turned into a deep despair
Every Sunday night’s the same
So we say our prayers
There could be, flying saucers in the sky
A thousand planes ahead
A raging fire burning everything
Everyone in their bed
And for a minute we would stop and weep
Think of the world in shreds
But soon enough these thoughts dissolve back to
A simple itch instead
Every Sunday night’s the same
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Revolvers
04:03
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Lost between the signs
(Happens all the time)
Driving in the night
(Flickering lights)
I tore the curtains down
I sunk into the ground
I swam the ocean wide
I drank it up I spat it out
Hoping for the worst to happen (send it crashing down)
For clouds to burst, the sun to blacken, tear me up inside, wear me down and hang me out to dry
Lay down all your weapons love
there’s no battle raging
what good would revolvers do
when everybody’s changing
the city streets are getting small
and we’re just getting older
i’m tired of putting up a fight
i’d rather leave it all behind
(It’s all over now)
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Wide Awake
03:42
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One more from the top
Wake up to this sad dream
Watch as things slip through the world unsupervised
I don’t know anything at all
Wish I could disappear into this song
Once I thought I would change it all
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Postcards Beirut, Lebanon
Postcards is a dream pop / shoegaze trio, and Beirut's longest-lasting alternative group since its formation in
2012.
With 4 concept albums and 3 EPs, the trio has produced a diverse catalog ranging from dream pop and shoegaze to post-punk and noise.
Their songs deal with themes of alienation, melancholy, and resistance, through textured soundscapes helmed by Julia's poignant words.
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