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Chubb Rock Featuring Hitman Howie Tee (Chubb Rock) · Alles Howie (Howard Carpendale) · Howie D Shaped Interview (Backstreet Boys) · Postcard from Summerisle (Patrick & Eugene) · Another Postcard/Next Time (Barenaked Ladies) · The Dore Story: Postcard from East Los Angeles 1958-1964 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Postcard (Justin) · Another Postcard (Barenaked Ladies) · Postcard From Philly (Hutchinson, Hutch) · A Christmas Postcard (Emerson, Brown & O'Donoghue) – and 90 other albums »

Since I lost you
I can't get through the day
Without at least one big boo-hoo
The pain won't go away
What am I gonna do?
Man from Mars
Just to feel your feet on the ground
Cross the bridge over from silence
Singing just to hear the sound
La la la
And all the postcards that you
one comes near
Rebel teenager from mars
Rebel teenager from mars
One day I'll ride away up there - into the stars
Rebel teenager from mars
Don't even ask about a Queensbridge Jam kid

The music was loud and secluded the blastin'
I'm from 40-15 like Horse and Douler
Alley Joe Mar
free Sunday night
Come hear the songs by seaside
Lawn chairs and popcorn and ice
Postcards from East oceanside
you map it out he did
accomplish and astonish, grabbin the hearts of every kid
Yes I've created a realistic mirage in my garage
that one day Chubb'll be
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)

Bill Fries says that this is based on a true story from the late '60s, when a band of hippies rolled into
talking to you by telephone from the Oval Room in the White House.
And this certainly must be the most exciting telephone
Call ever made here on Earth. I
To think with no goodbye
He could have gone
A postcard from Sun City
Was found layin' by your side
A kind of desert place
Where old folks dry away
Boys keep her high as the months go by,
She's getting postcards from the road.

Can't you feel 'em closin' in, honey? 
Can't you feel 'em schoolin'
never shut! 
As he strides from door to door to door
Watch his face as he puts his foot in my door

Presenting Lily Mars
She's sensing moons
Feels something like summertime
Top down ain't nothing but time
Radio's on and you're by my side
Feels something like summertime

These days
But you were gone

These days roll sleepily by
I can hear the old trains cry
There will always be a moon
pulling me away from you
You're gone
She's getting postcards from the road.

Can't you feel 'em closin' in, honey?
Can't you feel 'em schoolin' around
You got fins to the left, fins
could meet you down river on a lonely day

Don't pass me by
You're looking at me like I'm from mars
Just can't let you pass me by
And if all the love
a message send me evidence from death
A postcard from paradise
They'll find me one day surrounded by porcelain flies
With a smile on my face
her load. 
Boys keep her high as the months go by,
She's getting postcards from the road.

Can't you feel 'em closin' in, honey? 
Can't you feel
Born in England's pleasant green
Like a picture postcard scene
To childhood spread with fond maternal care
From the day that he was born
to live"
Jana's mind, positive or negative
Jana died

I watch her shiver by the fireside
From time to time she just breaks down and cries
Her cat
Call outside will take trips to Mary
AJ, Brian, Kevin, Nick and Howie
Company by clips, put a T in ??[Nick]
Let me tell you the story
About the call
a home down by the shore
A place to hang your hat and more
You sent me postcards to tell me of
Slowing down and finding love
The thrill has gone from
The beautiful high and the sobering fall begin
It's a kick ass day, wish you were here
Send a postcard telling me when you're here again
'Cause I can't get
something I dreamt 

Harboured by everything I have been witnessing 
Postcards and daydreaming 
Get less embarrassing.
After the day is done
I will be
getting pass-ons, be by-gones
Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on
We feel this way every single day all day
So make way

Climb aboard a butterfly
An' take off on the breeze
Let your worries flutter by
An' do the things you please
In a land where dollar bills