Conor Oberst
American singer-songwriter best known for his work in Bright Eyes.
"Honesty" "Accuracy" is just "Popular Opinion."
You took off your clothes and left on the light,
You stood there so brave, you used to be shy,
Each feature improved, each movement refined,
And eyes like a showroom.
It was a small mistake
Sometimes that is all it takes.
The squatters made a mural of a Mexican girl
With fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl
She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world
Four winds blowing through her hair.
Don't listen, just leave.
I think your Mom is out front to pick you up.
In a coma, you don't dream,
you just hope that someone sits with you.
You could be happy, the minute you try.
Why won't you try? Oh won't you try?
I know you have a heavy heart, I can feel it when we kiss
So many men stronger than me
Have thrown their backs out trying to lift it
But me I'm not a gamble
You can count on me to split
The love I sell you in the evening by the morning won't exist.
And I sing and sing of awful things
The pleasure that my sadness brings.
There's a cat in the window, of the house of my lover.
Well she sleeps there alone now, or perhaps with another.
Oh I try no to think about that, I try not to think at all!
The Bible's blind.
The Torah's deaf.
The Qu'ran is mute.
If you burned them all together you’d get close to the truth
But where was it when I first heard that sweet sound of humility?
It came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest melody!
How grateful I was, then, to be part of the mystery,
To love, and to be loved!
Let’s just hope that is enough.
Ambition, I’ve found, can lead only to failure. I do not read the reviews. No, I am not singing for you.
For a sunrise or a sunset, you're manic or you’re depressed.
Will you ever feel ok?
So you say there are spaces, opening wide?
Oh believe me, there's day longer than nights.
And you could be happy, if only you'd try.
But you don't try. No you don't try.
I swear that I'm dying
slowly but it's happening,
and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere...
just take me there.
We're all a little broken. We're all a little twisted. We're all less than we could be or want to be.
We're all too busy working, entertaining ourselves
With forty hours, television and prescription pills
Well, I take two a day to help my brain behave
It never does, but who's to say? At least my doctor gets paid.
Screaming is bad for the voice, but it's good for the heart.