by M.J. Fine
rock/pop
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Tim Yehezkely is great at saying sayonara. The Postmarks' self-titled album is filled with dreamy, string-kissed goodbyes. "I'm skipping town like a stone thrown across the water," she sings on "Goodbye," the opening track. "I cannot stay in the audience," she sighs on "Know Which Way the Wind Blows." She's got a million scenarios for parting, from too-short summer love ("The sand is slipping through the spaces in our hands") to the last dance ("I no longer recognize you / I want to leave this masquerade ball"). She even turns math into a Dear John letter: "Reciprocals became mixed fractions and we divided." Trouble is, it's all so gorgeous effortless marriages of flute and harp and guitar and pedal steel you just want Yehezkely and her bandmates to stick around forever.
Sat., April. 14, 4 p.m., $13-$15, with Smoosh, World Café Live, 3025 Walnut St., 215-222-1400, www.worldcafelive.com.



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