| Song | Postcards - Rewritten Mix |
| Artist | Faithless |
| Album | Original Album Classics |
| Dido： | |
| My love has gone | |
| His boots no longer by my door | |
| He left at dawn and as I slept, I felt him go | |
| [Loop of Erik Satie, as in Pet Shop Boys' Jack The Lad] | |
| Maxi Jazz: | |
| New York, New York, temperature's droppin' | |
| The band's out shoppin', not stoppin' 'til ears pop | |
| Cops protect shops, lots of yellow cabs and bellhops | |
| And it never stops | |
| I'm waitin' to do an interview, so much to tell you | |
| Today I feel close enough to smell you | |
| Additional dates they were plannin' just fell through | |
| Florida's out | |
| We fly September 22 to Heathrow, | |
| but there's not really long to go | |
| Tonight will be a brilliant show | |
| Lettin' you know I miss you | |
| More than four hits the floor at a party | |
| Send my love to everybody | |
| Please, send my love to everybody | |
| (everybody everybody everybody...) | |
| Send my love to everybody | |
| (everybody everybody everybody...) | |
| Honey, I'm writin' from D.C., feelin' queasy | |
| Stayin' healthy on the road isn't easy | |
| The TM recommends an antigen | |
| One of them could resist again | |
| I miss you like a lock in the door | |
| What's more, I go to sleep with my Walkman | |
| 'cause half the crew snored | |
| Don't mean to be a bore, everybody's been great, | |
| But there's fifteen of us in a bus state-to-state | |
| So I stay up late with a tape, or meditate | |
| My bed is travellin' at fifty-five m.p.h. | |
| When we make it to LA, I'll still be miles away | |
| It's not my best day | |
| I'm a get some rest, God bless | |
| Dido: | |
| My love has gone | |
| (wo wo) | |
| My love has gone | |
| (has has has ...) | |
| (wo wo) | |
| Maxi Jazz: | |
| We just stopped a diner so I'm takin' time to write a few lines | |
| I'm fine, sunshine, the bus driver's | |
| reclinin' by the grass as the trucks pass | |
| Gleamin' with the flash of sunlight from the glass on the windscreen | |
| As for us, there's too much to relate | |
| We've done five gigs, yet we're only in our third state | |
| America's big, you'd love how they pile up your plate | |
| Only place in the world even I can gain weight | |
| Our next date is Wilmington, Delaware | |
| Open air, there's a rumor Melle Mel'll be there | |
| Anyway, all my love, God bless, I'm yawning | |
| I really miss watching you get dressed in the morning | |
| Dido: | |
| My love has gone | |
| (wo wo) | |
| My love has gone | |
| (wo wo) | |
| My love has gone | |
| No earthly ships will ever | |
| Bring him home |
| Dido: | |
| My love has gone | |
| His boots no longer by my door | |
| He left at dawn and as I slept, I felt him go | |
| Loop of Erik Satie, as in Pet Shop Boys' Jack The Lad | |
| Maxi Jazz: | |
| New York, New York, temperature' s droppin' | |
| The band' s out shoppin', not stoppin' ' til ears pop | |
| Cops protect shops, lots of yellow cabs and bellhops | |
| And it never stops | |
| I' m waitin' to do an interview, so much to tell you | |
| Today I feel close enough to smell you | |
| Additional dates they were plannin' just fell through | |
| Florida' s out | |
| We fly September 22 to Heathrow, | |
| but there' s not really long to go | |
| Tonight will be a brilliant show | |
| Lettin' you know I miss you | |
| More than four hits the floor at a party | |
| Send my love to everybody | |
| Please, send my love to everybody | |
| everybody everybody everybody... | |
| Send my love to everybody | |
| everybody everybody everybody... | |
| Honey, I' m writin' from D. C., feelin' queasy | |
| Stayin' healthy on the road isn' t easy | |
| The TM recommends an antigen | |
| One of them could resist again | |
| I miss you like a lock in the door | |
| What' s more, I go to sleep with my Walkman | |
| ' cause half the crew snored | |
| Don' t mean to be a bore, everybody' s been great, | |
| But there' s fifteen of us in a bus statetostate | |
| So I stay up late with a tape, or meditate | |
| My bed is travellin' at fiftyfive m. p. h. | |
| When we make it to LA, I' ll still be miles away | |
| It' s not my best day | |
| I' m a get some rest, God bless | |
| Dido: | |
| My love has gone | |
| wo wo | |
| My love has gone | |
| has has has ... | |
| wo wo | |
| Maxi Jazz: | |
| We just stopped a diner so I' m takin' time to write a few lines | |
| I' m fine, sunshine, the bus driver' s | |
| reclinin' by the grass as the trucks pass | |
| Gleamin' with the flash of sunlight from the glass on the windscreen | |
| As for us, there' s too much to relate | |
| We' ve done five gigs, yet we' re only in our third state | |
| America' s big, you' d love how they pile up your plate | |
| Only place in the world even I can gain weight | |
| Our next date is Wilmington, Delaware | |
| Open air, there' s a rumor Melle Mel' ll be there | |
| Anyway, all my love, God bless, I' m yawning | |
| I really miss watching you get dressed in the morning | |
| Dido: | |
| My love has gone | |
| wo wo | |
| My love has gone | |
| wo wo | |
| My love has gone | |
| No earthly ships will ever | |
| Bring him home |