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We Will Become Silhouettes
The Postal Service Lyrics


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I've got a cupboard with cans of food
Filtered water and pictures of you
And I'm not coming out until this is all over

And I'm looking through the glass
Where the light bends at the cracks
And I'm screaming at the top of my lungs
Pretending the echoes belong to someone
Someone I used to know

And we become
Silhouettes when our bodies finally go

I wanted to walk through the empty streets
And feel something constant under my feet
But all the news reports
Recommended that I stay in doors

Because the air outside will make
Our cells divide at an alarming rate
Until our shelves simply cannot hold
All our insides in
And that's when we'll explode
And it won't be a pretty sight

And we'll become
Silhouettes when our bodies finally go
And we'll become
Silhoutettes when our bodies finally go
And we'll become
Silhouettes when our bodies finally go
And well become
Silhouettes when our bodies finally go

And we'll become
And we'll become
And we'll become
And we'll become

Overall Meaning

We Will Become Silhouettes by The Postal Service is a poignant song that speaks on the theme of isolation amidst a catastrophic event. The lyrics revolve around a person who has barricaded themselves indoors to protect themselves from the outside world, which is plagued by the threat of an unknown epidemic. The singer details the things they have stored for survival- a cupboard filled with canned food, filtered water, and pictures of a loved one. They vow not to come out until it's "all over".


The chorus of the song, "And we become silhouettes when our bodies finally go" is a haunting reminder of the ephemeral nature of human life. The singer longs to feel something constant under their feet as they walk through the empty streets. However, the news reports insist that people stay inside for their own safety. The outside air is contaminated and will lead to their bodies breaking down and eventually exploding. The singer's reflection on life and their desire to reconnect with who they used to be creates powerful imagery.


The song is an emotionally charged commentary on the fear of an unknown crisis and the subsequent resulting alienation. The intense imagery and thought-provoking lyrics leave a lasting impression on the listener.


Line by Line Meaning

I've got a cupboard with cans of food
I have a stockpile of food in my cupboard


Filtered water and pictures of you
I have access to clean water and I cherish memories of you


And I'm not coming out until this is all over
I am staying indoors until the crisis is resolved


And I'm looking through the glass
I am observing the world from a safe distance


Where the light bends at the cracks
Where I can see the light shimmering through the gaps


And I'm screaming at the top of my lungs
I am expressing my fear and frustration vocally


Pretending the echoes belong to someone
Imagining that someone is hearing my cries and answering back


Someone I used to know
Thinking of someone I have lost touch with


And we become
We transform


Silhouettes when our bodies finally go
When we die, we will become black outlines against the light


I wanted to walk through the empty streets
I desired to explore and experience the world outside


And feel something constant under my feet
I yearned for a sense of stability and security


But all the news reports
But according to all the information I've received


Recommended that I stay in doors
I was advised to remain inside


Because the air outside will make
Breathing the air outdoors will cause


Our cells divide at an alarming rate
Our cells will divide and multiply rapidly


Until our shelves simply cannot hold
Until our bodies can no longer contain


All our insides in
All of our internal organs and fluids


And that's when we'll explode
And that is when we will die in a violent manner


And it won't be a pretty sight
Our death will be gruesome and unpleasant


And we'll become
We will transform


Silhouettes when our bodies finally go
When we die, we will become black outlines against the light


And we'll become
We will transform


Silhoutettes when our bodies finally go
When we die, we will become black outlines against the light


And we'll become
We will transform


Silhouettes when our bodies finally go
When we die, we will become black outlines against the light


And well become
We will transform


Silhouettes when our bodies finally go
When we die, we will become black outlines against the light


And we'll become
We will transform


And we'll become
We will transform


And we'll become
We will transform


And we'll become
We will transform




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Benjamin D Gibbard, Jimmy Tamborello

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@jamesspannthecardreader

I've got a cupboard with cans of food, filtered water,
And pictures of you and I'm not coming out
Until this is all over
And I'm looking through the glass where the light bends
At the cracks
And I'm screaming at the top of my lungs pretending
The echoes belong to someone
Someone I used to know

And we become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
Ba ba ba...

I wanted to walk through the empty streets
And feel something constant under my feet,
But all the news reports recommended that
I stay indoors
Because the air outside will make our cells
Divide at an alarming rate until our shells
Simply cannot hold all our insides in,
And that's when we'll explode
(and it won't be a pretty sight)

And we'll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
Ba ba ba...
And we'll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
Ba ba ba...
And we'll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
Ba ba ba...
And we'll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
Ba ba ba...

And we'll become
And we'll become



@josephstrider85

My opinion on the story\idea that this music video tells...

The father, shown by the pillow at the beginning, holds a very special place in this family. Thru out the video he is shown as a teacher, leader, and perhaps a visionary. The kids canning gravy (?), the father teaching his son how to dry fruits, and the mother having the make their own clothes give weight to that idea, assuming they were his ideas. Also the wife and keyboardist both seem to look up to him, while the kids perhaps have been raised to believe what he says is true. I believe the family's and friends' body language hints towards that admiration. His message, the song, is one that seems to look forward to an atomic destruction of the world. One that he seems to believe he will survive. One that hasn't come yet as evident of their house and the houses they pass while bycycling.

All that in mind...

The father has placed himself as a survivalist\prophet teaching his wife and friend as well as his kids that the end is coming, and with his help, they will not only survive, but also thrive.

They almost have a cult feel to them.



@funobot7344

I've got a cupboard with cans of food
Toilet paper and pictures of you
And I'm not coming out until this is all over
And I'm looking through the glass
Where the light bends at the cracks
And I'm screaming at the top of my lungs
Pretending the echoes belong to someone
Someone I used to know

And we become
Silhouettes when our bodies finally go


I wanted to walk through the empty streets
And feel something constant under my feet
But all the news reports recommended that I stay indoors
'Cause there's a virus in the air
On the walls and on the chairs
That makes you run a nasty fever and then makes you cough
And lets water fill your lungs
And sometimes that's where it ends

And we'll become
Silhouettes when our bodies finally go



All comments from YouTube:

@johnwrath3612

I love poppy happy sounding songs that are actually about horrific things. This song makes me want to dance to the nuclear apocalypse.

@jacvic0790

Ever heard twenty one pilots? 😂

@artiemilano378

You need to check out Darwin Deez then. Don't listen to mr. 21 vomit above me

@micmac274

neun-und neunzing Jahre Krieg (99 year war) German version of 99 red balloons (99 luftballons)

@jasoncope75

Get your dancing shoes on!

@ethanburns8209

17 years and this song is really relevant

@CeticWales

Even more so mow with what happening between Ukraine and Russia

@arishhhhh92

19

@jaymeparadox7230

Absolutely so.

@ericfoster8411

The little look he gives when he says “and that’s when we’ll explode… and it won’t be a pretty sight” is perfection.

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