Postcard Boy - “Polka-dot (ft. carwash)”
playing fifty-two card pick up with 500 envelopes.
listen: https://ffm.to/polkadot
other links:
instagram: / from.garrett
substack (junk mail club letters): https://junkmailclub.substack.com/
direct, edit, color - garrett seamans
cinematography - justin tang, matthew cheung
gaffer, G&E - magdalena pink-sanchez
production assistance - claire richards, taylor dwyer, bobby sutton
mailbox carpenter - bobby sutton
additional production help - tom bolles
behind the scenes photography - gabriella hughes
car operation - donovan yoshida
Lyrics:
I never can focus on anything but you
once you enter the room, once you enter the room
It’s a polka-dot process
My thoughts run exhausted
all about you, it’s all about you
I couldn’t tell you why I am
Feeling like I am dying again,
Again and again
Looking around the room I’m in
Looking for some distraction from it
Fourteen-forty times in a minute
I call you over and out
I don’t want you anyhow
I just wanna go home
I don’t know if I’m gonna make it out
Check, check
1, 1, 1, 1, 4, 4, 0, 0, 0, 0
Check, check
1, 1, 1, 1, 4, 4, 0, 0, 0, 0
Check, check
1, 1, 1, 1, 4, 4, 0, 0, 0, 0
Check, check
1, 1, 1, 1, 4, 4, 0, 0, 0, 0
There’s a lot on your mind boy I know, boy I know
There’s a lot on your mind boy I know, I know
Polka-dot
Polka-dot
Polka-dot
Polka-dot