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by Conor Oberst And The Mystic Valley Band


Band : Conor Oberst and The Mystic Valley Band
Song : Get-Well-Cards
Album : Conor Oberst



                          
A peacock, people left the plumes in a pile
                 
They look good to fold
                         
And the Gulf water's warm like a bathtub
                          
Full of lavender and epsom salt

                              
See a bleach blond boy put his longboard down
                               
Help his girl get her sunscreen on
                           
I thought about you in your little house
                                   
Think you're lonely but I could be wrong and...

            
I wanna be a bootlegger
                          
Wanna mix you up something strange
                      
Braid your hair like a sister
                    
Maim you like a hurricane

                                             
Right there, that's the postman sleeping in the sand
                                            
He's got a letter to deliver, but I can't stay mad
                                             
Right there, that's the postman sleeping in the sand
                             
He's got a get-well-card to deliver
                                           
He's gonna do it by hand, he's gonna do it by hand

                              
Now they drive the cars up and down the beach
                             
It's ridiculous and everybody knows
                            
Hear the Mustangs rev at the four way stop
                                   
You get ghosted when the light says go
                               
But in a town like this, in the chequered flag dawn
                                     
It's so empty you could make somebody dream
                          
So maybe it's you, in your four-post bed
                                     
Found asleep with still blood in your teeth and...

                  
I wanna be your happiness
                  
I wanna be your common sense pain
                   
Wrap your head in a picket fence
                  
Rebuild after the hurricane


                                             
Right there, that's the postman sleeping in the sand
                                            
He's got a letter to deliver, but i'm still not mad
                                             
Right there, that's the postman sleeping in the sand
                             
He's got a get-well-card to deliver
                                  
He's gonna do it by hand,
                             
He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it
                            
He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it,
                                        
He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it... by hand


                                             
Right there, that's the postman sleeping in the sand
                                            
He's got a letter to deliver, but I can't stay mad
                                             
Right there, that's the postman asleep in the sand
                             
He's got a headstack now to deliver
                              
He's gonna do it by hand,  
                             
He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it
                            
He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it,
                                        
He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it... by hand