Conor Oberst
American singer-songwriter best known for his work in Bright Eyes.
My Brother went to college
To become a doctor
And if he studies hard enough
He'll end up just like papa, who hates his life.
I'd rather be working for a paycheck, than waiting to win the lottery.
Besides, maybe this time it's different, I mean,
I really think you like me.
Little soldier, little insect
You know war it has no heart
It will kill you in the sunshine
Or happily in the the dark
Where kindness is a card game
Or a bent up cigarette
In the trenches, in the hard rain
With a bullet and a bet.
The animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness.
I never fuck with Facebook. I absolutely despise social networking. I think it's truly going to result in the destruction of mankind. Sometimes I just wish I didn't live in this time. Before, there was so much more freedom and privacy, and you could truly escape places.
Because the truth is that gossip
is as good as gospel in this town.
You can save face but
you won't ever save your soul.
And that's a fact.
If I die tonight, then I guess I die tonight
Let me go on.
I drug your ghost across the country, and we plotted out my death.
Every city and memory we whispered "Here is where you rest."
Well I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees
And I settled for a telephone, sang into your machine:
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine."
So you think I need some discipline, well, I had my share. I have been sent to my room. I've been sat in a chair. I held my tongue. I didn't plug my ears. No, I got a good talking to. And now I don't know why, but I still try to smile when they talk at me like I'm just a child. Well, I'm not a child. No, I am much younger than that. And now I have read some books and have grown quite brave. If only I could just speak up I think I would say that there is no truth. There is only you and what you make the truth.
Alright this is a love song; I don't know if you guys are into love around here or what but.. I don't know, it's pretty rad.
In polaroids you were dressed in women's clothes
Were you made ashamed,
why'd you lock them in a drawer?
Well, I don't think that I ever loved you more
I can almost listen to a whole Justin Timberlake song without cringing. I do get a bit bummed out when it comes to Ashlee Simpson though.
Well, ABC, NBC, CBS: Bullshit.
They give us fact or fiction?
I guess an even split.
Love's an excuse to get hurt and to hurt.
Do you like to hurt?
I do, I do
then hurt me.
I don't know where those hippies went.
It's exploding bags, aerosol cans
Southbound buses, Peter Pan
They left it up to us again
I thought you knew the drill
It's kill or be killed.
So you can try and live in darkness
but you will never shake the light.
It will greet you every morning and make you more aware with its absence at night
This one goes out to Dick Cheney and his army of satan.
On a detox loft through a Glendale Park over sidewalk chalk
Someone wrote in red, "start over."