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A Hymn For The Postal Service
from Gerard Wood gez@oxphoto.co.uk
Intro: D Em F#m G x4
D Em F#m G
Sobriety breeds sincerity,
D Em F#m G
And Lydia Pond she is my gravity
D Em F#m G
I don't know how she felt when she took that E,
A
But in the morning she shaking, she was twitching, she was jerking.
On June the 5th she moved to Paris,
She could not stand the state of British politics,
And I just can't convince her that I'm socialist,
And every night I pray for mail in the morning.
Chorus:
D A D A
Sweet Lydia Pond is doing it for me,
D A Em (F#m G) A
And I want to sing a hymn for the postal service.
Sinful and proud since I stopped sleeping around,
I am so faithful now to Lydia's handwriting,
Mid 8:
G
That makes me guess the circumstances under which she wrote it,
D
Why she used the f-word when she never, ever spoke it,
Em
She pasted on a passport photo of herself in pigtails,
A
And underneath she'd written, "Did my touch make you less lonely?"
Oh she promised me that we'd be creasing sheets,
And that our bodies would be bruising, wrestling underneath,
And I wanted to ask her how she cut her teeth,
And why she let time slip through her skinny, skinny fingers.
Chorus x2, Mid 8, repeat last line.
