Get-Well-Cards
Conor Oberst Lyrics


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All the peacock people left the plumes in a pile
They look good to a fault
And the Gulf water's warm like a bathtub
Full of lavender and Epsom salt

See a bleach blond boy put his long board 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 your 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, oh
Right there, that's the postman asleep 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 checkered flag dawn
It's so empty you could make somebody dream
So maybe it's you, in your four-post bed
Fell asleep with still the 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 my letters to deliver, but I'm still not mad
Right there, that's the postman asleep 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

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

Overall Meaning

The song "Get-Well-Cards" by Conor Oberst paints a vivid picture of a coastal town, its inhabitants, and its visitors. The lyrics are full of imagery and metaphor, conveying a sense of longing, loneliness, and yearning. The peacock people mentioned in the first line are likely beachgoers with their colorful and flashy attire. The Gulf water's warmth and therapeutic properties are likened to a bathtub with Epsom salt and lavender, creating a soothing oasis amidst the vastness of the sea. The bleach blond boy and his girlfriend are enjoying the sun and the beach, and the singer thinks about someone else who might be feeling lonely in their little house. The singer then expresses their desire to be someone's bootlegger, to mix them up something strange, braid their hair like a sister, and maim them like a hurricane. This suggests a mix of fondness and violence, a desire to be close to someone but also to exert control over them.


Later in the song, the singer observes the absurdity of cars driving up and down the beach and Mustangs revving at a four-way stop, disrupting the tranquility of the town. They also note the emptiness of the place and the potential for dreaming, perhaps hinting at the solitude and introspection that can come with being in a peaceful place. The singer then shifts their focus back to the person they were thinking about earlier, expressing their desire to be that person's happiness, their common sense pain, and to rebuild their life after a hurricane. This speaks to the need for companionship, support, and resilience in the face of adversity.


Overall, "Get-Well-Cards" captures the mood and atmosphere of a coastal town with its contradictions and complexities. The singer longs for connection and intimacy but also acknowledges the potential for violence and destruction. The postman sleeping in the sand is a symbol of both the impermanence and the endurance of human connections, as he dutifully delivers letters and cards by hand, perhaps bridging the gap between people who are physically far apart.


Line by Line Meaning

All the peacock people left the plumes in a pile
The flashy and showy individuals abandoned their ostentatious displays


They look good to a fault
Their appearances are impressive, but excessive and flawed


And the Gulf water's warm like a bathtub
The water of the Gulf is comfortably warm


Full of lavender and Epsom salt
It is imbued with the calming aromas of lavender and the healing powers of Epsom salt


See a bleach blond boy put his long board down
Observing a blond surfer boy lay down his surfboard


Help his girl get her sunscreen on
Assisting his companion in applying sunscreen


I thought about you in your little house
I pondered on your humble abode


Think you're lonely but I could be wrong and...
Speculating that you may be alone, but acknowledging that I could be mistaken


I wanna be your bootlegger
Expressing desire to be the provider of illicit pleasures


Wanna mix you up something strange
Willingness to create a unique and curious concoction for you


Braid your hair like a sister
Suggesting to style your hair like a sibling would


Maim you like a hurricane
Metaphorically causing chaos and destruction in your life


Right there, that's the postman sleeping in the sand
Identifying the postal worker who is napping on the beach


He's got a letter to deliver, but I can't stay mad, oh
Acknowledging that the postman has an important delivery to make, but not bearing any resentment


He's got the get-well-card to deliver
Highlighting the postman's specific task of delivering a card to someone who is ill


He's gonna do it by hand, he's gonna do it by hand
Affirming the postman's dedication to carry out his delivery manually


Now they drive the cars up and down the beach
Cars are being driven back and forth along the shoreline


It's ridiculous and everybody knows
The act is absurd and generally understood as such


Hear the Mustangs rev at the four way stop
Auditory observation of the revving engines of Mustang cars at the four-way intersection


You get ghosted when the light says go
Being left behind when the traffic light turns green


But in a town like this, in the checkered flag dawn
However, in a town characterized by car culture, at the start of a new day


It's so empty you could make somebody dream
Its emptiness creates an environment for dreaming and imagination to thrive


So maybe it's you, in your four-post bed
Hypothesizing that the person being thought of could be asleep in their poster bed


Fell asleep with still the blood in your teeth and,
Sleeping while still dealing with recent emotional or physical trauma


I wanna be your happiness
Expressing desire to bring joy to the person being referred to


I wanna be your common sense pain
Willingness to be practical and honest, possibly through constructive criticism or unpleasant truths


Wrap your head in a picket fence
Covering one's mind with a seemingly pleasant, but ultimately restrictive barrier


Rebuild after the hurricane
Engaging in the lengthy process of recovery and restoration after enduring life-changing events


He's got my letters to deliver, but I'm still not mad
Reinforcing that the postman is carrying out his duty to deliver letters, while reasserting lack of anger


He's got a head stack now to deliver
The postman has another parcel to deliver, though the identity of the recipient is unclear


He's wants to do it by hand
The postman is committed to manually delivering the parcel


He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it
Affirmation of the postman's consistently reliable service


He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it
Further emphasis on the postman's dependability


He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it, by hand
Final confirmation of the postman's effort to manually deliver the package




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: CONOR OBERST

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Emma

I forgot how much I loved this song

pyronite59

He's gonna do it! He's gonna do it! He's gonna do it by hand!

waakkeuppp

Lyrical genius

stepjen Doyle

Nice little van morrison 'and it stoned me ' steal for the melody ✌

weaverjane43

Killer song

maddie burrows

why

Tommy Coyle

maim ya like a hurricane!!!!!!!!!!

chelsea stone

yup

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ya!

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