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Flying Saucers

from I'll be here in the morning by Postcards

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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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from I'll be here in the morning, released January 26, 2018

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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. ... more

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