Conor Oberst
American singer-songwriter best known for his work in Bright Eyes.
And you speak of a fever, that burns you inside,
as you explain to your mother, how you've 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."
Is that the library...where they do the Geneology? I just wanna know where to get baptized after I'm dead.
The whole ideology of indie rock doesn't hold any water anymore; it's not that clear-cut. Every time we sell a record, Time Warner gets a dime from our distributor. I already give a ridiculous amount of my income to the United States government, which is probably the most evil organization on the planet as far as killing people; I don't know how many bombs I've purchased with my tax dollars. Unless you're gonna live on a mountain somewhere, you're not gonna be free of the modern world and all the evils that go with it. What you can do is operate with intelligence and be compassionate, help people when you can. Do things not just for money, but for the craft of it.
I wanna be your happiness.
I wanna be your common sense pain.
You’ve been a father to me.
Your 1960’s speak.
Gives me comatose joy like re-run TV.
While the mountainside was shining.
Wild colors of my destiny
I feel like we've got a lot of good karma stored up here in Columbus. A few years ago we played here and got kicked out of this club because we started a riot while we were playing, a cop threw Mike over a bike, and like, I pushed a cop, so we drove off in our van, playing our song, and wecome back the next day to load all our stuff, we realized left this unmarked, black bag. It's got all our contracts from the shows we played, $12,000 cash, half a bottle of wine, a bottle of vodka, and a joint. And we realize we left it on the sidewalk. We go back to get it, and of course its gone, so I feel like we've got all this good karma here because we probably made someones day. I'd like to think that a single mom picked it up..and.. sent her kids to.. the doctor or something. But uh..probably not. Probably someone just had a big fuckin' party.
And it's too hard to focus through all this doubt
I keep making this to-do list but nothing gets crossed out
Working on the record seems pointless now
When the world ends who's gonna hear it?
I'm sorry about the phone call; and waking you.
I know that it is late,
But thank you for talking, because I needed to.
Some things just can't wait.
Well, I mean...there are certainly worse things to be called
Well, I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well.
And I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help.
My parents ask if I'm alright; 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,
keep her pretty ghost from chasing me!
My head's a carousel of pictures and
The spinning never stops.