Biografia:
O The Postal Service teve início em 2001, quando Ben Gibbard (vocalista do Death Cab For Cutie) e Jimmy Tamborello (do Dntel) decidiram formar um projeto paralelo juntos. Como Gibbard morava em Seattle e Tamborello em Los Angeles, a parceria era feita à distância. Tamborello compunha e gravava as batidas eletrônicas. Gibbard recebia os CD's pelo correio e escrevia as melodias, enviando as novas gravações de volta para Tamborello. Quando chegavam a um consenso, Ben escrevia as letras das músicas.
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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Verse:
G Em G F
Am Em G
(repeated twice every verse)
Chorus:
F Am Em
Bridge:
G Em (repeats until bridge end)
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We drained every dime, in the lower east side
And you failed to catch the train back to Queens
So you came to my room
We did some things that we knew not to do
In the glow of the night’s golden cue
Chorus:
You’ve got the tattered line of string,
And you tied round everything
That you want to call your own
But it never seems to hold
When we walk, we agreed
That we will not ever sṗeak of this night to anyone that we both knew
Then you said:
‘Every time we kissed, I felt something that couldn’t exist’
And I confessed that I thought I felt it too
Chorus:
I’ve got a tattered line of string,
And I tied round everything
That I want to call your own
But it never seems to hold
Chorus:
I got a tattered line of string,
And I tied round everything
That I want to call your own
But it never seems to hold
E-verything
Every-thing
Never seems to hold
Never seems to hold
Chorus:
You’ve got the tattered line of string,
And you tied round everything
That you want to call your own
But it never seems to hold
Chorus:
I got a tattered line of string,
And I tied round everything
That I want to call my own
But it never seems to hold
Never seems to hold
G Em G F
Am Em G
(repeated twice every verse)
Chorus:
F Am Em
Bridge:
G Em (repeats until bridge end)
---
We drained every dime, in the lower east side
And you failed to catch the train back to Queens
So you came to my room
We did some things that we knew not to do
In the glow of the night’s golden cue
Chorus:
You’ve got the tattered line of string,
And you tied round everything
That you want to call your own
But it never seems to hold
When we walk, we agreed
That we will not ever sṗeak of this night to anyone that we both knew
Then you said:
‘Every time we kissed, I felt something that couldn’t exist’
And I confessed that I thought I felt it too
Chorus:
I’ve got a tattered line of string,
And I tied round everything
That I want to call your own
But it never seems to hold
Chorus:
I got a tattered line of string,
And I tied round everything
That I want to call your own
But it never seems to hold
E-verything
Every-thing
Never seems to hold
Never seems to hold
Chorus:
You’ve got the tattered line of string,
And you tied round everything
That you want to call your own
But it never seems to hold
Chorus:
I got a tattered line of string,
And I tied round everything
That I want to call my own
But it never seems to hold
Never seems to hold
The Pretty Reckl (...)
The Prodigy
The Providence
The Quarrymen
The Raconteurs
The Red Jumpsuit (...)
The Redwalls
The Regrettes
The Remembrants
The Remus Lupins