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"Everyone I know is staring down the barrel of an empty cup. They're killing themselves trying to fill it back up because someone somewhere convinced someone else that anything less than full is empty. All my friends are falling apart. Everyone I know is full of shit. Everyone I know is contagious (medicated). All my friends should be quarantined. Everyone I know is an expert on everybody's problems. They go around polluting each other's heads. It's Christmas time for bad advice in well-intended packages but no one's on duty to handle returns. I've been lucky enough to stay out of the mess. Everyone is holding their breath waiting for me to fall down too. But I'm in love with all my friends. I'm failing in and out of love all the time. I'm equally embarrassed and impressed hoping to trim 'everyone I know' down to 'everyone I love.' All my friends are full of shit. Everyone I know is gonna make it somehow. Everyone I know is just like me wishing all my friends were everyone I know."

oh wait oops

Is it a kind of dream,
Floating out on the tide,
Following the river of death downstream?
Oh, is it a dream?

There's a fog along the horizon,
A strange glow in the sky.
And nobody seems to know where you go.
And what does it mean?
Oh, is it a dream?

Bright eyes,
Burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
How can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.

Is it a kind of shadow,
Reaching into the night,
Wandering over the hills unseen?
Or is it a dream?

There's a high wind in the trees,
A cold sound in the air.
And nobody ever knows when you go.
And where do you start,
Oh, into the dark?

Bright eyes,
Burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
How can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.

Bright eyes,
Burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
How can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.

Part of me knows you're absolutely right.

That's why "I drink to stay warm, and to kill selected memories"...

"& from the sidelines
you see me run
until i’m out of breath
living the good life
i left for dead
the sorrowful midwest
well i did my best
to keep my head"

not the best lyrics ever, but really nice imagery in that

all that empty space.

but once you knew a girl and you named her lover
danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summer
autumn came, she disappeared
you can't remember where she said she was going to
but you know that she is gone 'cause she left you a song
that you don't want to sing
singing I believe that lovers should be chained together
thrown into a fire with their songs and letters
left there to burn
left there to burn
in their arrogance
but as for me i'm coming to my final failure
killed myself with changes trying to make things better
ended up becoming something other than what I had planned to be

i pass a graveyard on my way to work
today i saw two dozen white roses
on a fresh new mound of dirt
and i wondered about the occupant
when the darkness finally swallowed him
was he calm and content
or was he sweating in a struggle to keep breathing
ripping apart the sheets that dressed his bed
crying out loud for someone to help him
and collapsing on his back all pale and dead
maybe it's me who's this unstable
always obsessed about the end
why can't i let what happens happen?
and just enjoy the time i spend
oh how i wish it was that easy
but there’s no point to anything
you know it gets a bit confusing
why is it i keep going?
why is it that we keep going?

i believe that lovers should be tied together
& thrown into the ocean in the worst of weather
& left there to drown
left there to drown in their innocence
but as for me, i'm coming to the final chapter
i read all of the pages and there's still no answer
only all that was before I know must soon come after
that's the only way it can be

There is a cat in the window of the house of my lover
Well, she sleeps there alone now or perhaps with another
But I try not to think about that, I try not to think at all
I get cocaine from this girl I met and my brother buys me alcohol
And I stay up all night walking through these houses I have grown to hate
And my parents ask if I'm all right, I say, "I've just been staying up too late"
I need to sleep
I need to do something to get this awful weight up off my chest
And keep her pretty ghost from chasing me
You say there are spaces open and wide
You say there are days longer than nights
And I could be happy if only I'd try, but I don't try
I don't try
And you speak of a fever that burns you inside
As you explain to your mother how you have wanted to die
So she kisses your fingers and says, "My darling, but why?
When there is so much more, there is so much more
Do you know there are spaces open and wide?
Believe me, there are days longer than nights
And you will be happy the minute you try
So won't you try?
Won't you try?"

to Bright Eyes. This thread is tempting me, but I'll leave it a bit longer.

Touch, lying on the floor
Wishing this could last
But knowing that it can’t
And soon you will leave
And I will be on the floor
Watching the TV, trying hard to find a reason to move
I’m frozen in one place, staring at the screen
Listening to the rain falling on the street
Some days go on too long
And no one can hang out tonight
Here, where the carpet is cool and soft
Underneath the clock I feel my weary heart is put to rest
You gather around your friends
The connection that you feel when the night has not yet died
You are new with a promise of a love
You will probably never find
And touch that you can really feel
The brokenness inside as hope and less collide
Now nothing is real
(You are new and near now
To someone you used to love when you were young
When all was gold and you two touched
And felt the flutter underneath your skin
You stood in glowing rooms
The light dripping from both of you
And nothing since has felt as radiant or real)
And there is nothing more I want than just one night
That’s free of doubt and sadness
One night that I can really feel

Interviewer: Hi, we’re back. This is Radio ---x. We’re here with Conor Oberst of the band Bright Eyes. How are you doing, Conor?

Conor: Fine, thanks. Just a little wet.

Interviewer: Oh, it’s still coming down out there.

Conor: Yeah, I sorta had to run from the car.

Interviewer: Well, we are glad you made it. Now, your new album, Fevers and Mirrors, tell us a little bit about the title. I noticed there is a good deal of repeated imagery in the lyrics—fevers, mirrors, scales, clocks. Could you discuss some of this?

Conor: Sure, let’s see. The fever is—

Interviewer: First, first, let me say that this is a brilliant record, man. We’re really into it here at the station. We get a lot of calls it’s really good stuff.

Conor: Thanks. Thanks a lot.

Interviewer: So, talk a little bit about some of the symbolism.

Conor: The fever?

Interviewer: Sure.

Conor: Well, the fever is basically whatever ails you or oppresses you. It can be anything. In my case it’s my neurosis, my depression...but I don’t want to be limited to that. It’s certainly different for different people. It’s whatever keeps you up at night.

Interviewer: I see.

Conor: And the—and the mirror is like, as you might have guessed, self examination or reflection in whatever form. This could be vanity or self-loathing. I-I know I’m guilty of both.

Interviewer: That’s interesting. Uh, how ‘bout the scale?

Conor: The scale is essentially our attempt to solve our problems quantitatively, through logic or rationalization. In my opinion it’s often fruitless but, always—ah, not always. And the clocks and calendars, it’s just time, our little measurements. It’s always chasing after us.

Interviewer: It is, it is. Uh, how ‘bout this Arienette? How does she fit into all of this?

Conor: I prefer not to talk about it, in case she’s listening.

Interviewer: Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize she’s a real person.

Conor: She’s not. I made her up.

Interviewer: Oh, so she’s not real.

Conor: Just as real as you or I.

Interviewer: I don’t think I understand.

Conor: Neither do I, but after I grow up, I will, I mean—a lot—a lot of things are really unclear for me right now.

Interviewer: That’s interesting. Now, you mentioned your depression.

Conor: No I didn’t.

Interviewer: You’re from Nebraska right?

Conor: Yeah so.

Interviewer: Now let me know if I’m getting too personal, but it seems to me that there’s a pretty dark past back there somewhere. What was it like for you growing up?

Conor: Dark. Not really. Uh-actually, I had a great childhood. My parents were wonderful, I went to Catholic school. They had money so it was all…easy. But basically, I had everything I wanted handed to me.

Interviewer: Really. So some of the references like babies in bathtubs are not biographical?

Conor: Well, I did have a brother that died in a bathtub. Drowned. Actually, I had five brothers that died that way.

Interviewer: Tahuh.

Conor: No, I’m serious. My mother drowned one every year for five consecutive years. They were all named Padraic, so thats-they all got one song.

Interviewer: Hm.

Conor: It’s kind of like walking out a door and discovering it’s a window.

Interviewer: But your music is certainly very personal.

Conor: Of course. I put a lot of myself into what I do. But it’s like, being an author, you have to free yourself to use symbolism and allegory to reach your goal. And a-and a part of that is compassion, empathy for other people, and understanding their situations. So much of what I sing about comes from other people’s experiences as well as my own. It shouldn’t matter. The message is intended to be universal.

Interviewer: I see what you mean.

Conor: Can you make that sound stop please?

Interviewer: Yes. And your goal?

Conor: I don’t know. Uh, create feelings, I guess. A song it never ends up the way you plan it.

Interviewer: That’s funny you would say that. Do you think that—

Conor: Do you ever hear things that aren’t really there?

Interviewer: I’m sorry, what?

Conor: Nevermind. How long have you worked at this station?

Interviewer: Oh, just a few minutes. Now, you mentioned empathy for others. Would you say that that is what motivates you to make the music you make?

Conor: No, not really. It’s really just a need for sympathy. I want people to feel sorry for me. I like to feel the burn of the audience’s eyes on me when I’m whispering all my darkest secrets into the microphone.

(From the side, two teenage thugs start swearing about the music, talking over the conversation.)

Conor: When I was a kid I used to carry around this safety pin everywhere I went in my pocket and when people weren’t paying enough attention to me I’d dig it into my arm until I started crying. Everyone would stop what they were doing and ask me what was the matter. I guess I kind of liked that.

Interviewer: Really, you’re telling me you’re doing all this for attention?

Conor: No, I hate it when people look at me. I get nauseous. In fact, I could care less what people think about me. Do you feel alright? Do you wanna dance?

Interviewer: No, I’m feeling sick.

Conor: I really just want to be warm yellow light that pours all over everyone I love.

Interviewer: So, uh, you’re going to play something for us now. Is this a new song?

Conor: Yeah, but I haven’t written it yet. It’s one I’ve been meaning to write, called, “A Song to Pass the Time.”

Interviewer: Oh, that’s a nice title.

Conor: You should write your own scripts.

Interviewer: Yeah, I know.

well the future's got me worried
such awful thoughts
my head's a carousel of pictures
the spinning never stops
i just want someone to walk in front
and i'll follow the leader

like when i fell under the weight
of a schoolboy crush
started carrying her books
and doing lots of drugs
i almost forgot who i was
but i came to my senses

now i'm trying to be assertive
i'm making plans
going to rise to the occasion
meet all their demands
but all i do is just lay in bed
and hide under the covers

i know i should be brave
but i'm just too afraid of all this change

and it's too hard to focus
through all this doubt
i keep making these to-do lists
but nothing gets crossed out
working on the record seems pointless now
when the world ends, who's gonna hear it?

but i'm trying to take some comfort in written words
tim, i heard your album:
it's better than good
when we get off tour i think we should
hang and black out together

because i've been feeling sentimental
for days gone by
all the summers singing, drinking,
my friend wasting our time
remember all the songs and the way we smiled
in those basements made of music

but now i've got to crawl
to get anywhere at all
i'm not as strong as i thought

so when i'm lost in a crowd
i hope that you'll pick me out
how i long to be found
the grass grew high, i laid down
now i'm waiting for a hand
to lift me up
help me stand
i've been laying so low
don't want to lay here no more...

everything that happens is supposed to be
and it's all predetermined
can't change your destiny
guess i'll just keep moving
someday maybe i'll get to where i'm going

The city has sex with itself I suppose
as the concrete collides, while the scenery grows,
and the lonely once bandaged lay fully exposed
having undressed their wounds for each other.

And there's a boy in a basement with a four-track machine,
he's been strumming and screaming all night, down there.
The tape hiss will cover the words that he sings,
they say it's better to bury your sadness
in a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring to
awake from it's sleep and burst into green.

Well I've cried, and you'd think I'd be better for it
but the sadness just sleeps and it stays in my spine
for the rest of my life.

And I've learned and you'd think I'd be something more now
but it just goes to show it is not what you know
it is what you were thinking at the time.

This feeling's familiar, I've been here before.
In a kitchen this quiet I waited for a sign or
just something that might reassure me of
anything close to meaning or motion (with a reason to move).

I need something I want to be close to.
And I scream, but I still don't know why I do it,
because the sound never stays it just swells and decays,
so what is the point?
Why try to fight what is now so certain?
The truth is all that I am is a passing event that will be forgotten.

If you walk away, I'll walk away
First tell me which road you will take
I don't want to risk our paths crossing someday
So you walk that way, I'll walk this way

And the future hangs over heads
And it moves with each current event
Until it falls all around like a cold, steady rain
Just stay in when it's looking this way

And the moon's laying low in the sky
Forcing everything metal to shine
And the sidewalk holds diamonds like a jewelry store case
They argue, walk this way, no, walk this way

And Laura's asleep in my bed
As I'm leaving, she wakes up and says
"I dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a wave
Baby, don't go away, come here"

And there's kids playing guns in the street
And one's pointing his tree branch at me
And so I put my hands up, I say, "Enough is enough
If you walk away, I'll walk away"

And he shot me dead

I found a liquid cure from my landlocked blues
It would pass the way like a slow parade
It's leaving, but I don't know how soon

And the world's got me dizzy again
You think after twenty-two years I'd be used to the spin
And it only feels worse when I stay in one place
So I'm always pacing around or walking away

I keep drinking the ink from my pen
And I'm balancing history books up on my head
But it all boils down to one quotable phrase
"If you love something, give it away"

A good woman will pick you apart
A box full of suggestions for your possible heart
But you may be offended, and you may be afraid
But don't walk away, don't walk away

We made love on the living room floor
With the noise in the background from a televised war
And in that deafening pleasure, I thought I heard someone say
"If we walk away, they walk away"

But greed is a bottomless pit
And our freedom's a joke, we're just taking a piss
And the whole world must watch the sad comic display
If you're still free, start running away

Because we're coming for you!

I've grown tired of holding this pose
I feel more like a stranger each time I come home
So I'm making a deal with the devils of fame
Saying, "Let me walk away, please"

You'll be free, child, once you have died
From the shackles of language and measurable time
And then we can trade places, play musical graves
Until then walk away, walk away, walk away

So I'm up at dawn
Putting on my shoes
I just want to make a clean escape
I'm leaving, but I dont know where to
I know I'm leaving, but I dont know where to

You can save FACE, but you can never, save your soul, AND THAT'S A FACT!"

Fucking incredible.

liqour for blood in an attempt to tip the scales etc.

*insert text from faked radio show*

go conor!

Today I walked through the snow and found a field of headstones
They were in rows like the weeks on calendars
Where each box is a day that you can ever escape
Without pills for your poisonous sleep

These memories leak from these faucets that weep
Hot tears splash against the shower floor
And I stand in the steam as if inside a dream
I can see her again by the sink

all of The Calendar Hung Itself.

Pretty good actually, from the live bootlegs...
Going back to "I'm Wide Awake..." imagery and music...

i REALLY like Cassadaga.
not as much as I'm Wide Awake or Lifted.
but still.
it's really good.
better than most other people could make.
thanks.
'cleanse song' is wonderful.

"Many lifetimes have passed in a instant reminded
Of a millstone house in a seaside town
When your heart gave out in a mission bed"

You said you could be my dream I could have you every night
And if by morning, I'd forgotten you, well no big deal, that'd be alright
'Cause you're the reoccurring kind
You are the reoccurring kind

the one i always go for is

because the truth is that gossip
is as good as gospel in this town
and so on

That just won't go away, it's been stuck there since it came a few nights ago.
And I'm standing on a bridge, in the town where I lived as a kid, with my mom and my brothers.
And then the bridge disappears and I'm standing on air, with NOTHING, holding me.
And I hang like a star, FUCKING GLOW-IN-THE-DARK, for all the starving eyes to see - like the ones we've wished on.

Oh shit I'd forgotten how amazing that song is.

I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health
I said "there's nothing that I can do for you, that you can't do for yourself"
He said "oh yes you can, just hold my hand, i think that that would help"
So I sat with him a while, and asked him how he felt,
He said "I think i'm cured, no in fact i'm sure of it,
thank you stranger, with your therapeutic smile"

I adore that bit of Bowl Of Oranges.

6 a.m.
The clock is ringing
I need to spend an hour snoozing
'Cause I don't think I'm gonna make it

I punch in
I'm still sleeping
Watch the clock,
But it's not moving
'Cause every day is never ending
I need to work I'm always spending

[Chorus:]
And I feel like
I'm living the worst day
Over and over again
And I feel like the summer is leaving again
I feel like
I'm living the worst day
I feel like you're gone
And every day is the worst day ever

Yesterday was the worst day ever
And tomorrow won't be better
It's history repeating (on and on)
Summer plans are gone forever
I traded them in for dishpan water
And every day is never ending
I need to work I'm always spending

[Chorus]

it's so long
I can't go on
it's so long
I can't go on

[Chorus]

like a painting on a wall, I think we'd see the beauty then, and stand staring in awe. Like a Bowl of Oranges..

has convinced me to re-evaluate my opinion of Bright Eyes and give him a proper listen. Good work DiS!

So I am reminded of things I've forgotten
The way doors can open and people just walk in

Left by the lamp, right next to the bed,
on a cartoon cat pad she scratched with a pen,
"Everything is as it's always been.
This never happened.
Don't take it too bad it is nothing you did.
It's just once something dies you can't make it live.
You're a beautiful boy.
You're a sweet little kid but I am a woman."
So I laid back down and wrapped myself up in the sheet
And I must have looked like a ghost 'cause something frightened me
and since then I've been so good at vanishing

seems pretty reasonable to me

but now your more of a basketball
boys just pass you around
they bouce you hard on the ground
and dribble
and then we all get high fives

Lovers turn into monsters at the loss of all affection
Almost like it was the affection that kept them from being monsters
And I could have used some warning
I was on that porch all morning
Smoking cigarettes and sinking deeper into doubt

Could it be I am mistaken, have I stolen somebody’s baby?
Is it possible for two people to need the same thing?

It's just the lines, they get so blurry
Between what is wanted, and required
And I don't know on which side his heart falls
But I know where mine is buried
And it's so far from any wanting
Yeah, it needs this to keep beating
It won't go on without it

If I'm still weighed down with subtleties
Then I'll just come right out and say
That I think that I deserve her
More than anyone deserves anything
Maybe I am selfish, but there is no way to share this
There’s not enough to go around, I don’t care who else gets hurt

But I’m still sick with empathy because I was stood in his place
I spent a year quietly dying while he let go and ignored her
And I’m sure that there are reasons for everything that happens
And absence leads to adoration, yeah it’s nobody’s fault

But now there is no way to change this
So I just photographed and framed it
And it’s hanging in a hallway
That we have no right to walk back down

But I hope that he feels better but I’m sick of all the drama
I can’t stand to see her crying, I just want this shit to end
And I want a place to hang out where record players play out
And there’s a thousand movies rented for a thousand nights with her

This is the sound of the hopeless kids
As they scream from the basements of the houses of their parents
And this is the sound of the hopeless ones
As they stare down at their books
And realize they have been lied to

All eyes on the calendar
Another year I claim of total indifference
To here, the days pile up
With decisions to be made
I'm sure all of them were wrong

Into this song I send myself
And with these drinks I plan to collapse
And forget this wasted year, these wasted years
Devoted friends, they disappear

Anchormen spike their blood
wear masks of mud
cucumbers cut to fit their eyes
and so no one would know how tired they've grown
of talking and telling their lies
while your TVs change stations
scroll messages
victims and christians both drinking blood
and they pray for the destruction of all hatred
more often, just those with hate for us
'cause it hurts when you discover one's worse and one's better
to suffer or cause others to
and you can live by your conscience
now guilt is a concept
you're no longer subscribing to

There's a virgin in my bed
and she's taking off her dress
And I'm not sure what I am gonna do
There's a song stuck in my head
and I can't help singing it
O' how I hope my singing pleases you
'cause this is not who I've become
but what you made me into

Oh, we got no health insurance
no cellular service
no disease they can't cure
but we need more money to burn
so each person must learn the dollar amount they are worth
and your pills make me dizzy
forgetting my body
I watch as it walks away
I just keep drinking the poison
and smoking the cartons
a pack and a half a day
so when time comes to claim me
my friends and my family will gather around my grave
and they'll believe that they knew me
and love me and miss me
and all call me by my name

So imagine what you want
and then hold on to that thought
'cause that's as close as it will ever come
and believe you're where you are
and keep acting out the part
but at the end of the day, the trees all get wheeled away
and you'll be standing alone in a blank, blank space
So believe who you are
and stay in character.
but at the end of the play,
the audience walks away.
And I'll be shivering cold on a well lit stage.

thanks DiS!

Yep

I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk
Where is the kid with the chemicals?
I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full
I need some meaning I can memorize
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind

But you write such pretty words
But life's no storybook
Love's an excuse to get hurt and to hurt
Do you like to hurt? I do, I do

Then hurt me

So I'm only going to contribute one line: "I've found a liquid cure for my land-locked blues"

It's context and placement within the song and the way that he sings it makes that line great.

What's album should I get? I only have "I'm wide awake it's morning"

This is the first day of my life
I swear I was born right in the doorway
I went out in the rain suddenly everything changed
Their spreading blankets on the beach

Yours is the first face that I saw
I think I was blind before I met you
Now I don’t know where I am
I don’t know where I’ve been
But I know where I want to go

And so I thought I’d let you know
That these things take forever
I’m especially slow
But I realize that I need you
And I wondered if I could come home

Remember the time you drove all night
Just to meet me in the morning
And I thought it was strange you said evertything changed
You felt as if you had just woke up
And you said “this is the first day of my life
I’m glad I didn’t die before I met you
But now I don’t care I could go anywhere with you
And I’d probably be happy”

So if you want to be with me
With these things there’s no telling
We just have to wait and see
But I’d rather be working for a paycheck
Then waiting to win the lottery
Besides maybe this time is different
I mean I really think you like me

oh my, i haven't listened to bright eyes for a long, long time..
but i'm going to do that right now :)

'so I made peace
with the falling leaves
I see their same fate
in my own body
I won't be frightened
when I'm awoken from this dream
and returned to that
which gave.. birth.. to.. ME'

etc.

"While The Animals Laugh From The Dark Of The Wilderness
a Baby Cries Hard In An Apartment Complex
as I Pass In A Car Buried Under The Influence
the City’s Driving Me Out…of My Mind

i’ve Seen A Child He’s Caught
in The Sad Trap Of Gravity
he Falls From The Lowest
branch Of The Apple Tree

and Lands In The Grass
and Weeps For His Dignity
next Time He Will Not Aim So High
yeah, Next Time Neither Will I

now, A Mother Takes Loans Out
sends Her Kids Off To Colleges
her Family’s Reduced
to Names On A Shopping List

while A Coroner Kneels
beneath The Great Wooden Crucifix
he Knows There’s Worse Things Than Being
alone.

and So I’ve Learned To Retreat
at The First Sign Of Danger
i Mean, Why Wait Around If
it’s Just To Surrender

and Ambition I’ve Found
can Lead Only To Failure
i Do Not Read The Reviews
no I Am Not Singing For You
[Woo]

well I Stood Droppin’ A Coin
into The Pit Of A Well
and I Would Throw My Whole Billfold
if I Thought It Would Help

with All These Wishes I Make
i Should Buy Something Real
Bright Eyes - Let's Not Shit Ourselves (To Love And Be Loved)
lyrics from http://www.6lyrics.com
at Least A Telephone
call Home

well My Teachers They Built
this Retaining Wall Of Memory
all Those Multiple Choices
i Answered So Quickly

and Got My Grades Back
and Forgot Just As Easily
but At Least I Got An ‘a’
and So I Don’t Have Them To Blame

well I Should Stop Pointing Fingers
reserve My Judgment
of All Those Public Action Figures
and Cowboy Presidents
so Loud Behind The Bull-Horns
so Proud They Can’t Admit
when They’ve Made A Mistake

while Poison Ink Spews
from A Speech Writers Pen
he Knows He Don’t Have To Say It
so It Don’t Bother Him

honesty Accuracy
it’s Just Popular Opinion
and The Approval Ratings High
and So Someone’s Gonna Die

well Abc Nbc Cbs Bullshit
they Give Us Fact Or Fiction
i Guess An Even Split
and Each New Act Of War’s Tonight’s Entertainment
we’re Still The Pawns In Their Game

as They Take Eye For An Eye
until No One Can See
we Must Stumble Blindly Forward
repeating History

well I Guess We All Fit Into That Slogan
on Your Fast Food Marquee
red Blooded White Skinned And Oh The Blues
oh And The Blues I Got The Blues That’s Me

well I Awoke In Relief
my Sheets And Tubes Were All Tangled
weak From Whiskey And Pills
in A Chicago Hospital

and My Father Was There
in A Chair By The Window
starin’ So Far Away
i Tried Talking Just Whispered
“so Sorry So Selfish”
he Stopped Me And Said
“child, I Love You Regardless
there Nothing You Could Do
that Would Ever Change This
i’m Not Angry, It Happens
but You Just Can’t Do It Again”

and So Now I Try To Keep Up
i Been Exchanging My Currency
while A Million Objects
pass Though My Periphery
now I’m Rubbin’ My Eyes
‘cause They’re Starting To Bother Me
i Been Staring Too Long At The Screen

but Where Was It When I First Heard
that Sweet Sound Of Humility
it Came To My Ears In The
goddamned Loveliest Melody

how Grateful I Was Then
to Be Part Of The Mystery
to Love And To Be Loved
lets Just Hope That Is Enough"

wow, i missed this thread the first time around... guess what i'm gonna listen to tonight!

and I sing and sing of awful things
the pleasure that my sadness brings
As my fingers press onto the strings
in yet another clumsy chord

I had a lengthy discussion about The Power of Myth
With a post-modern author who didn't exist
In this fictitious world all reality twists
I was a hopeless romantic now I'm just turning tricks

The story's in the soil
Loose leaves cover the ground
There are volumes in the forest no one reads out loud
If I could take them down, off of that mountain shelf
We used to climb but no one tries to go up that far now

Yeah, we're all too busy working
Entertaining ourselves
40 hours, television, and prescription pills
Well, I take two a day to make my brain behave
It never does, but who's to say?
At least my doctor gets paid

So that is fine, yeah, come by
We'll take the afternoon off
We can kiss and undress
Or if you want, just talk
Because I have got nothing real
Just empty space to fill
And you're my girl, I like your style
Just imagine all the time we could kill

And time's not poison
But once you drink it all, you'll die
So let's just sip it real slow
Yeah, we can nurse it all night
Try to believe that once it's gone
They'll pour another round, we'll come back to life
Yeah, we'll come right back...

It's all moving fast now, yeah
And that's what they say
And though some days still take forever
I can't disagree
Because it seems to me
That I wake up and sleep
Look in the mirror and have no idea
What happened in-between

But I remember counting days down
Until the year could be done
So I could scatter all my notebooks on the prep school lawn
And disappear into a summer's bliss
Of staying out and sleeping in
And getting drunk with my friends

And that's gone and I know
That it won't ever come back
I accept, I won't cling to what I had in the past
But life is a slippery slope
Regret the steepest hill
Hope for the best, plan for the worst
And maybe wind up somewhere in the middle

And I'm not saying that I know what I want
But I know what I don't
Don't want to rot in my room
And never know what could have been
Believe what everyone else tells me is true...

Yeah, what they'll say; "True!"
That is what they'll say
That's it
Believe what everyone else tells me is true
They will say: "True!"
That is what they'll say
That's it...

well the kitchen is cold
but the coffee is warm
and the sun's coming up
the day has just begun
and you're already bored.

you're bored of cheering me up
bored of calming me down
bored of drying my eyes
but there once was a time when you were the one.
you were the blue of the sky
you came after the storm
you were the switch on the wall
in the dark of the hall
I'm still fumbling for

'cause i'm lost in the black
I don't know where I am.
arms stretched out in front
I'm calling your name
just as loud as I can

I know there's words that we will never speak
and the questions can't be answered easily
but I wanted it to be easy so
nod your head if the plans have change
shake it, love, if they stayed the same
smile at me and I will stay
start to cry and I'll go away
just please don't leave me guessing.

so you made me come
then you sent me away
like a messenger bird
so I circled the earth
blown away in the wind
but I always returned
with some new little song
some sad story to tell
of a brief love affair
with a girl I compared to you and she failed
you said you don't want me to beg
then you said get down on your knees
'cause you knew that I would
if I do any good satisfying your needs.

and I know all about those things we cannot speak
and just so you know well they don't bother me
so you don't have to be worried
just nod your head if the plans have changed
shake it, love, if they stayed the same
smile at me and I will stay
start to cry and I'll go away
just please don't keep me waiting

just nod your head if your mind's been changed
shake it, love, if some hope remains
just say the word and of course I'll stay
roll your eyes and I'll go away
just please don't leave me guessing.
just please don't keep me waiting.

I only really like Lua, Reinvent the Wheel and You Will. You? Will You? Will [or however it is] but I keep reminding myself to check out Desaparecidos some time

is pretty much just full of two boys posting bright eyes and ryan adams lyrics at each other. and then going 'this is a good time for us'. LUCKY ME, RIGHT?

AND YOU UNDERSTOOD
AND YOU'D BE THERE FOR ME

YOU'D ALWAYS BE THERE
BUT WHERE ARE YOU NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW...

The picture's far too big to look at kid
Your eyes won't open wide enough
And you're constantly surrounded
By the swirling stream of what is and what was
Well we've all made our predictions
But the truth still isn't out
So if you want to see the future
Go stare into a cloud

This was the first line I ever heard from bright eyes, and it's beautiful still.

Lua, as a whole, is perfection.

yeah, your kind of truth, darling, is just the ghost of your lies
I see through them all the time
So I'm pouring some whiskey, I'm gonna get drunk
Yeah, I'm pouring myself some whiskey, I'm going to get really fucking drunk
I'm pouring some whiskey right now, I'm going to get so, so drunk
That I pass out, forget your face, by the time I wake up

like the surface of the moon,
or the land between here and the mountains,
well it is not these hiding places that have kept us innocent,
but the way you taught me to just let it all go by...

fuck yes.
almost makes sunday night feel good.

someone call the wah-mbulance

It finally happened, I broke.

Spent four and a half hours with bright eyes on non-stop during a megabus trip.

Now I'm having an amazing emo friday night :D

IN THE GOD-DAMN LOVELIEST MELODY.

were you made ashamed, why'd you lock them in a drawer?
well,
i don't think that i ever loved you more
than when you turned away, when you slammed the door,
when you stole the car and drove towards mexico
and you wrote bad checks just to fill your arms,
i was young enough, i still believed in war...
well let the poets cry themselves to sleep
and all their tearful words will turn back into steam
but me, i'm a single cell on a serpent's tongue,
there's a muddy field where the garden was
and i'm glad you got away, but i'm still stuck out here
my clothes are soaking wet from your brother's tears...
:'(

(also, all of No One Would Riot For Less gives me shivers)

yeah I've been fucked

SO WHAT

oh, conor.