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from Bright Eyes - Lifted Or The Story Is In The Soil, Keep Your Ear To The Ground (2007)
Your picture is far too big to look at kid.
Your eyes won't open wide enough and you are constantly surrounded by the swirling stream of what is and what was. Well, we've all made out predictions but the truth still isn't out. So if you want to see the future, go stare into a cloud. And keep trying to find your way out of that maze of memories. It all sort of looks familiar until you get up close and it's different, clearly. But each time you turn a corner, you're right back where you were and your only hope is that forgetting might make a door appear. Is it your fear of being buried that makes you so afraid to speak? An avalanche of opinions like the one that fell that I am now underneath. It was my voice that moved the first rock and I would do it all again. So I mean, it's cool if you keep quiet but I like singing. So I'll be holding my note and stomping and strumming and feeling so very lucky. There is nothing I know except that this lifetime is one moment and wishing will just leave me empty. So you can try and live in darkness but you will never shake the light. It will greet you every morning and it will make you more aware with its absence at night, when you're wrapped up in your blanket, babe, that comfortable cocoon. But I have seen the day of your awakening boy and it's coming soon. So you can lose yourself in liquor and you can praise the clouded mind but it isn't what you're thinking no, it's the course of history your position in line. You're just a piece of the puzzle so I think you'd better find your place. And don't go blaming you knowledge on some fruit you ate. Because there's been a great deal of discussion, yes, about the properties of man. Animal or Angel? You were carved from bone but your heart, is just sand. And the wind is gonna scatter it and cover everything with love. So if it makes you happy, then keep kneeling, Mom, but I'm standing up. Because this veil is has been lifted. Yes, My eyes are wet with clarity. I have been a witness to such wonders. Oh I've searched for them across the country but I think I'll be returning now to the town where I was born. And I understand you must keep moving, friend, but I'm headed home. I'm gonna follow the road and let the scenery weeping by easily enter my body. I'll send you all this message in code, under ground, over mountains, through forests and deserts and cities. All across electric wire, it's a baited line. The hook is in deep, boys, there is no more time. So you can struggle in the water and be too stubborn to die or you could just let go and be lifted to the sky. |
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from Bright Eyes - Lifted Or The Story Is In The Soil, Keep Your Ear To The Ground (2007)
The animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness.
A baby cried hard in an apartment complex, as I pass a car buried under the influence. The city is 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 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 |
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from Bright Eyes - Cassadaga (2007)
Your class, your caste, your country, sect,
your name or your tribe There's people always dying trying to keep them alive There's bodies decomposing in containers tonight In an abandoned building where 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 But when great Satan's gone... the Whore of Babylon... She just can't sustain the pressure where it's placed She caves The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Qur'an's mute If you burned them all together you'd get close to the truth still They're pouring over Sanskrit on the Ivy League moons While shadows lengthen in the sun Cast all the school and meditation built to soften the times And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds It's knocking over fences crossing property lines Four Winds, cry until it comes And it's the Sum of Man slouching towards Bethlehem A heart just can't contain all of that empty space It breaks. It breaks. It breaks. * Well I went back by rented Cadillac and company jet Like a newly orphaned refugee retracing my steps All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead They said, ""You'd better look alive"" And I was off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps In the Black Hills, the Badlands, the calloused East I buried my ballast. I made my peace. Heard Four Winds, leveling the pines But when great Satan's gone... the Whore of Babylon... She just can't remain with all that outer space She breaks. She breaks. She caves. She caves.* *반복 |
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from Bright Eyes - Cassadaga (2007)
When panic grips your body and your heart is a hummingbird
Raven thoughts blacken your mind until you're breathing in reverse All your friends and sedatives mean well but make it worse Every reassurance just magnifies the doubt Better find yourself a place to level out Got a cricket for a conscience always looks the other way A cocaine soul starts seeming like an empty cabaret Hey, where have all the dancers gone? Now the music doesn't play Tried to listen to the river but you couldn't shut your mouth Better take a little time to level out I never thought of running My feet just led the way Mixed up Signals Bullet Train Cars are switched out in the crazy rain I could meet you any place If the Brakeman turns my way All this automatic writing I have tried to understand From a psychedelic angel who was tugging on my hand It's an infinite coincidence but it doesn't form a plan So I'm headed for New England or the Paris of the South Gonna find myself somewhere to level out Are your brothels full, Oh Babylon, with merry Middlemen? Never peer out of their periscopes from those deep opium dens All this death must need a counterweight always someone born again First a mother bathes her child then the other way around The Scales always find a way to level out I tried to pass for nothing But my dreams gave me away Mixed up Signals Bullet Train People snuffed out in the brutal rain I could live to any age If the Brakeman turns my way It is an old world it's hard to remember Like a dime store mystery I'm a repeat first time offender Who has rewritten history Mixed up tea leaves Phantom Pain Fuzzy logic in the crazy rain Getting better every day If the Brakeman turns my way Mixed up Signals Bullet Train Cars are switched out in the blinding rain He'll be smiling as he seals my fate When the Brakeman turns my way |
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from Bright Eyes - Cassadaga (2007)
I heard you're scheming new pyramids
Another big idea to get you rich Make a plan to love me sometime soon You said you got a foot in the door You buy and you sell, you buy some more Make a plan to love me sometime soon Life's too short Death doesn't ask It don't owe you that Some things you lose You don't get back So just know what you have And make a plan to love me sometime soon First you want to ride off into the Sun Then you want to shoot straight to the Moon Make a plan to love me sometime soon When you are young the world is a Ferris Wheel I know we will grow old it is lovely, still Make a plan to love me sometime soon Life is too short To be a fool I don't owe you that Do what you feel Whatever is cool But I just have to ask Will you make a plan to love me? Will you make a plan to love me? Will you make a plan to love me sometime soon? |
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from Bright Eyes - Cassadaga (2007)
See the Soul Singer in the session band
Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan For the Soul Singer in the session band Now a red carpet bagger makes a Blackberry call To the plastic piranhas in the city of salt Wasted wheat paste campaign post no bills on the wall You mean nothing to no one but that's nobody's fault See the Soul Singer in the session band Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan For the Soul Singer in the session band 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 Just like that Soul Singer in the session band Shredded confetti beneath a microphone stand Saw the Conflict of Interest slipping cash in the hand Of the Soul Singer in the session band His room is on fire since he painted it red There are a stranger's silk sequins at the foot of the bed He has been to weddings and funerals but he still never wept Now sorrow is pleasure when you want it instead Just like the Soul Singer in the session band Wailed like an infant atop a white baby grand We'll need every sand bag and every man To save the Soul Singer in the session band Headlights or Taillights it's a flip of a coin I have been coming and going since the day I was born And I followed the breadcrumbs but I never got home I grew old in an instant now I am all on my own Just like that Soul Singer in the session band Shredded to nothing beneath the microphone stand Saw the wave of the future through the crack of the dam Drowned the Soul Singer in the session band Bless the Soul singer in the session band |
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from Bright Eyes - Cassadaga (2007)
She was a real royal lady, true patron of the arts
She said the best country singers die in the back of classic cars So if I ever got too hungry for a suitcase or guitar To think of them all alone in the dark So I laid some nights beside her in a bed made for a queen She said I kissed her different, that all the men her age were mean Gave me anything I wanted, Oh the generosity I took all that I could, it was free Now the sky is a torn up denim and the clouds are just splattered paint It's a room I'm renovating; it's a name I got to change If I get out of California I'm going back to my home state To tell them all that I made a mistake And I keep looking for that blindfold faith Lighting candles to a cynical saint Who wants the last laugh at the fly trapped in the windowsill tape You can go right out of your mind trying to escape From the panicked paradox of day to day If you can't understand something then it's best to be afraid The whole world it loves you if you are a chic chameleon Intersecting circles she could hang with anyone But when conducting business she would lie about where she's from Saying, "Life is how it is not how it was" I learned to listen felt like I was back at school She'd talk forever about the phases of the moon Saying, "Everything is a cycle, you've got to let it come to you And when it does, you will know what to do" Without even knowing I guess I took her advice Painted her front door it seemed a suitable goodbye It's not that often but I think of her sometimes Just something quaint, a couple ships in the night And they keep moving at a glacial pace Turning circles in a memory maze I made a new cast of the death mask that is gonna cover my face I had to change the combination to the safe Hide it all behind a wall let people wait And never trust a heart that is so bent it can't break |
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from Bright Eyes - Cassadaga (2007)
I traveled through the atmosphere as a wall of feedback climbed
The pegs were gold, the band was old, they played in half time Now every dream gets whittled down just like every fool gets wise ‘Cause you'll never reap of any seed deprived of sunlight So I've become the Middleman The gray areas are mine The in-between, the absentee Is a beautiful disguise So I keep my footlights shining bright just like I keep my exits wide 'Cause I never know when it's time to go, it's too crowded now inside The dead can hide beneath the ground and the birds can always fly But the rest of us do what we must in constant compromise So I've become the Middleman The gray areas are fine The "I don't know," the "maybe so" Is the only real Is the only true Is the only real reply |
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from Bright Eyes - Cassadaga (2007)
Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind when it blows
It is older than Rome and all of this sorrow See the new pyramids down in old Manhattan From the roof of a friend's I watched an empire ending Heard it loud and long the river's Om Time marching on to a madman's drum Don't forget what you've learned all you give is returned And if life seems absurd what you need is some laughter And a season to sleep and a place to get clean Maybe Los Angeles, somewhere no one is expecting On a de-tox walk through the Glendale Park over sidewalk chalk Someone wrote in red, "start over" So I muffled my scream on an Oxnard beach Full of fever dreams that scare you sober Into saltless dinners Take the fruit from the tree, break the skin with your teeth Is it bitter or sweet? All depends on your timing Like a meeting of chance with the train station glance Many lifetimes had past in a instant reminded Of a millstone house in a seaside town When your heart gave out in a mission bed So your wife gave birth to a funeral dirge You woke up purged as a wailing infant In Krung Thep, Thailand Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind when it blows It is older than Rome and our joy and our sorrow |
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from Bright Eyes - Cassadaga (2007)
Well death may come invisible
or in a holy wall of fire in the breath between the markers on a black I-80 mile from the madness of the governments to the vengeance of the sea well everything is eclipsed by the shape of destiny So love me now, hell is coming yeah kiss my mouth, hell is here 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 he says help me out, hell is coming could you do it now? hell is here See the sterile soil, poison sky yellow water, final scraps of light bringin' new tears Well wake, baby, wake but leave that blanket around you there's nowhere else safe I'm leaving this place but there's nothing I'm planning to take just you, just you |
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from Bright Eyes - Cassadaga (2007)
Shrill as a choir of children
Urgent like the first day of May False and inflatable feeling Tugs at my senses, big as the Macy's Parade One brick on top of another Such is the measure of man Planets are inset like diamonds On a gravity halo, eternity's wedding band I slept with that dealer all summer The ecstasy is still in my spine Coat Check I couldn't remember Walked into the winter, came out on the other side In the South the sun is shining Back in the East the lights went out Stuck on a ladder to heaven On trial way back in The Hague Lullaby sounds from the engine In my Styrofoam coffin, asleep on the interstate Black globes, old symbols of freedom A murderer still on the lam Cities encircled in iron On a great silver beltway, democracy's shackled hands Seance that brought us together Objects we move with our minds Coat Check and I lost the number Short sleeves in the winter, fell back through the other side Out in the West the cars are crashing Up in the North the ice gave out Saada Tekmel B'Lhouria... Houria... |
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from Bright Eyes - Cassadaga (2007)
Leave the bright blue door on the white-washed wall.
Leave the death ledger under city hall. Leave the joyful air in that rubber ball today. Just leave the lilac print on the linen sheet. Leave the bird you killed at your father's feet. Let the sideways rain in the crooked street remain. Leave whimpering dog in his cold kennel. Leave the dead starlet on her pedestal. Leave the acid kids in their green fishbowls today. Leave the sad guitar in its hard-shell case. Leave the worried look on your lover's face. Let the orange embers in the fireplace remain. Cause everything must belong somewhere. The train off in the distance, bicycle chained to the stairs. Everything must belong somewhere. I know that now, that's why I'm staying here. Leave the ocean's roar in the turquoise shell. Leave the widower in his private hell. Leave the liberty in that broken bell today. Leave the epic poem on its yellowed page. Leave the grey macaw in his covered cage. Let the traveling band on the interstate remain. Cause everything must belong somewhere. Sound-stage in California, televisions in Times Square. Everything must belong somewhere. I know that now, that's why I'm staying here. Yeah I know that now that's why I'm staying here. Leave the secret talk on the trundle bed. Leave the garden tools in the rusted shed. Leave those bad ideas in your troubled head today. Just leave the restless ghost in his old hotel. Leave the homeless man out in that cardboard cell. Let the painted horse on the carousel remain. Cause everything must belong somewhere. Just like the gold around your finger and the silver in his hair. Yeah, everything must belong somewhere. I know that now, that's why I'm staying here. I know that now, that's why I'm staying here. In truth, the forest hears each sound, Each blade of grass as it lies down. The world requires no audience. no witnesses, no witnesses. Leave the old town drunk on his wooden stool. Leave the autumn leaves in the swimming pool. Leave the poor black child in his crumbling school today. Leave novelist in his daydream tune. Leave the scientist in her Rubik's Cube. Let true genius in the padded room remain. Leave horses hair on the slanted bow. Leave the slot machines on the riverboat. Leave the cauliflower in the casserole today. Leave the hot white-trash in their shopping malls. Leave the hawks of war in their capitals. Let the organs moan in the cathedral remain. Cause everything must belong somewhere. They lock the devil in the basement, God up into the air. Yeah, everything must belong somewhere. I know it's true, I wish you'd leave me here. I know it's true, why don't you leave me here? |
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from Bright Eyes - Cassadaga (2007)
I keep floating down the river but the ocean never comes
Since the operation I heard you're breathing just for one Now everything is imaginary, especially what you love You left another message said it's done, It's done When I hear beautiful music it's always from another time Old friends I never visit, I remember what they're like Standing on a doorstep full of nervous butterflies Waiting to be asked to come inside Just come inside But I keep going out I can't sleep next to a stranger when I'm coming down It's 8 a.m. my heart is beating too loud Too loud Don't be so amazing or I'll miss you too much I felt something that I had never touched Everything gets smaller now the further that I go Towards the mouth and the reunion of the Known and the Unknown Consider yourself lucky if you think of it as home You can move mountains with your misery if you don't If you don't It comes to me in fragments, even those still split in two Under the leaves of that old Lime Tree I stood examining the fruit Some were ripe and some were rotten, I felt nauseous with the truth There will never be a time more opportune So I just won't be late The window closes, shock rolls over in a tidal wave And all the color drains out of the frame So pleased with a daydream that now living is no good I took off my shoes and walked into the woods I felt lost and found with every step I took |
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from The Hottest State (이토록 뜨거운 순간) by Jesse Harris [ost] (2007)
Big old house on the hill I sat on the windowsill Leaning out on the breeze Do I dwell in memories Or let them be? I can still hear you sing I see you in everything, in everything It's cold today Headed down the highway Please don't say you're still the same I'll love you if you've changed Big old car rolling down Through the dark and empty town See the sky everywhere Feel it in the open air It's still so clear It's cold today Headed down the highway Please don't say you're still the same I'll love you if you've changed I'll love you if you've changed |
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from Bright Eyes - Noise Floor [Rarities 98 - 05] (2006)
I was cold in a dream
somewhere close to the surface Between the ice and the stream there is three inches of air So I swam towards the light I let my breath get there first When I opened my eyes I saw myself in the mirror And I knew I would do like my father has done Yes, we will never break from these chains Your life is gonna course like a history book Don't be frightened of turning the page Cause it's is all the same It will always be the same |
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from Bright Eyes - Noise Floor [Rarities 98 - 05] (2006)
I had girl I knew she grew became a woman
now I think that she teaches at one of the schools downtown, we used to roll the windows down and play the music loud smoking out in her car Lost in west Omaha, and we?d get drunk and kiss our bodies twist like shoe laces. And we never came untied; I guess you were just my type. You know that summer never stopped. I still pretend I?m there. Bands in the living room, neighbors ain?t never cared. So when I sat behind the drum set. Your heartbeat?s what I tried to play. With kick and snares so careless not in time. So you got ahead of me. And I guess I?m still dragging behind. I had a friend who changed his name but couldn?t change himself. Never quite figured out how to do with what life had dealt. He put a needle in his arm to calm his handsome hell. who would have imagined it? Could?ve worked out so well. Now he's a shape that moves like echoes through my empty room. And there?s a voice that speaks like someone?s right behind me. I turned around and found exactly what you would expect. Clothes I left on my floor. The papers piled on my desk. But where the ink is where the cause effect what?s meant by it the story is incomplete. The pictures? left unfinished. So I am writing my own ending. I?ll let my pen bleed black or blue. And I will color in the meaning. It will be gold and green and true. And I?ll learn to love my new discovered proof. I?ll be grateful for this day. I will be grateful for each day to come. |
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from Bright Eyes - Noise Floor [Rarities 98 - 05] (2006)
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 TV's change stations, scroll messages Victims and Christians both drinking blood And they'll 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 Oh, how I hope my singing pleases you 'Cause this is not who I've become but what you make 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 those pills make me dizzy forgetting my body I watch as it walks away And 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 loved me and missed 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 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 you're 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 |
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from Bright Eyes - Noise Floor [Rarities 98 - 05] (2006)
The drunk kids, the catholics
They're all about the same They're waiting for something Hoping to be saved Well I have been happy the past couple days Just thinking of the women who've taken your place And every night I think I certaintly won't ever sleep sober or alone And then suddenly it occurs to me I've slept alone before you And so I pour myself the stiffest drink my stomach can stand And convince myself to lay back down again I'm gonna lay back down, I'm gonna lay back down again The drunk kids, the catholics They're all about the same They're waiting for something Hoping to be saved The drunk kids, the catholics They're all about the same They're waiting for something Hoping to be saved The drunk kids, the catholics They're all about the same They're waiting for something Hoping to be saved They crawl from the oceans To paint in the caves But I'm working all weekend I need to get paid They crawl from the oceans To paint in the caves But I'm working all weekend I need to get paid They crawl from the oceans To paint in the caves But I'm working all weekend I need to get paid They crawl from the oceans To paint in the caves But I'm working all weekend I need to get paid |
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from Bright Eyes - Noise Floor [Rarities 98 - 05] (2006)
I wish I saved it for rainy days,
'Cause they're the hardest to stay dry. Got no self control, I'm always beggin' into telephones. And then I, I bought a little from my brother's friend, Yeah, well just to get me by. I don't trust his cup, The effect's never as high as the markup. I think I'll print it in the personals, That I'm looking for a match. Someone to light me up, Someone to burn the proof of the things that I've done. Each day there's hours, skip like a stone. I just crawl in a bag, I'm gonna live my life like somebody's shadow. I know I'm lazy with the little things, I mean I never held a door. But I still loved you more, Then anyone; Since or before You're always saying that I owe you one, Well lets consolidate this debt. Get on a payment plan, I'll pay compliments, you can still treat me bad. But, now this isn't getting easier, to leave you and this town behind. I'll do some travelin', Once I'm gone tell all our friend you've got even I felt like an object, been set aside You know, I'm back on the shelve. Not locked in the drawer. I'm mint in the box, But you'd still sell me for cost. Pull out a parachute. A blanket on top of you. The window you're looking through. Pull out a parachute. Pull out a parachute. |
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from Bright Eyes - Noise Floor [Rarities 98 - 05] (2006)
Were you surprised that we never spoke?
That in the still of the night when nothing stirs I woke and I gathered up some clothes. I never planned on this, but it's the way it goes. And now it all seems too familiar, like pages turned on calendars that give the same twelve months to fuck things up year after year. and I can't believe how down I am like a well being lowered in the water stops the bucket drops it's farther and farther down, farther and farther down. Well I guess you never knew me, or at least not well enough. And so I fill my gut with that dark red wine till my brain shuts off and my eyes go blind. You won't see me there in that thick black air. Yeah, I'll finally make something dissapear. 'Cuz I've been practicing dissapearing and I think that I got it down. Now there's no sun, it's just a cellar. Nowhere a sky, just that black, black dirt, yeah now there's no sun it's just a cellar nowhere a sky, just that black, black, black, black dirt. Expanding outwards just echoes for answers. Not that it matters, it's backward, it's forwards. Unhappy lovers with baskets of flowers. Use them as markers, the place where your bed once stood at the time when it still felt good. But you'll get that feeling back. Yeah, you just need some time to think and to add up the Hell get it straight in your mind, but to calculate costs that may take some time. But I'm sure you'll get to feeling better. Yeah I just need some time to drink. So I fill my gut with that blood red wine 'till my insides swim and my veins unwind. I'll be riding there in that hot white air. Once that something's gone, it might never reappear it might never reappear it might never reappear it might never reappear |
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from Bright Eyes - Noise Floor [Rarities 98 - 05] (2006)
He always gets so mad things you laugh at.
"Don't get so worked up." you'd say. but on the back deck you admit that you haven't felt much like laughing lately anyway. And so I say, "that could change." I noticed how you waste no time making your way across the room. You leave a wake of tongues still waving after you. And it isn't no coincidence where you finally choose to stand. I guess soon you will be leaving your man. It's a sweet smile and then a denial. Hey, you are just trying to be nice. But there is a meaning to every fleeting action you unconsciously decide. The clocks they chime. Now it's time. I know you try and play it cool but there are some thoughts you just can't hide. Only in your closest friends do you confide. The way you say you'll be seeing me. Oh like it's so offhand. I guess soon you will be leaving your man. You stare at me so boldly now. You have no lack of confidence. It's just those lessons on sublety you missed. I know you dream of saving me. Like I'm some plane that you could land. But when you fly you'll be leaving your man. |
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from Bright Eyes - Noise Floor [Rarities 98 - 05] (2006)
claire's turning blonde for the summer i guess
the sunlight just soaks into her hair and she sits next to me on the motorboat and shyly replies as to which boy she likes at her school. so i am reminded of things ive forgotten. the way doors can open and people just walk in. its not unexpected, no its just how you planned it. im beginning to think that it might never happen. but now it is happening. theres a show we can see at the base outside of town where the planes they turn circles in the air. i watch you stand next to me with your hand over your mouth and join the crowds heavy gasp. one for each time they pass overhead. so we've been selected in this beautiful lottery. we struggled so long but it ended so easy. its starting to surface, all golden and godlike this feeling we had every day and every night. it bursts in an energy.a door it is opening. |
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from Bright Eyes - Noise Floor [Rarities 98 - 05] (2006)
Well i left my baby for a dream as lovely
For a love that's only in books i read. And then i hit the cities, spent all my money I just left my whole life in a taxi cab. Cause it's just a memory, I can't love completely When you're really with me, I'm indifferent. But i try to get my head clear It's too full of ideas That i haven't thought of yet. And time, clocks keep waving their hands, Doing all that they can to get our attention, but The days fly away Down a clean interstate And i'm staring drunk at a map. So i let my hair down for the second time now, For the final time, now i had my fun. But there's no returning from the places we've been, Just repeat our slogan, never again. So we split, said you had to get out, Headed back to the south, Where everything is gentle. And i stayed for a couple weeks more, All the weather reports Said it would be snow for sure But the storm moved away To a neighboring state I started the car. |
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from Bright Eyes - Noise Floor [Rarities 98 - 05] (2006)
Let's go place some money on the order of the horses
Break the ribbon of that famous finish line And we'll gather up our stash babe Find a little ranch babe And buy a lonely little pony to ride Well I know I was lucky when the needle came and stuck me This porcupine came and poked my cactus hide So let me finish what I start babe Open up your heart babe I saw a land of milk and honey in your mind Our flesh and blood has found me in your arms again See the whisper of the wind has found your hair again And though my heart said give me refuge in you dignity my dear All I could do was put a seashell to your ear Our flesh and blood has found me in your arms again I see the whisper of the wind has found your hair again And though my heart said give me refuge in your dignity my dear All I could do was put a seashell to your ear |
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from Bright Eyes - Noise Floor [Rarities 98 - 05] (2006)
no news
that's good news someone's gonna break see things change i've been changing everything it's peaceful the pitch black when the last light on goes out i'm stranded in my bed so i think about the bad luck the bad blood that may have come between two good souls that's one heck of an offering so take these gifts that have been given and ended up with an alphabet but some words are too wrong to define now the whole world is waking up a ribbon cut for the opening we all knew that day would arrive up all night all upset the outside's growing light no breakfast just not much of an appetite so be cool and believe in the things you haven't learned 'cause you lost and it's gone but it will return now it's all laid out in front of you and that's half murdered the mystery are you still to shy to describe? now the whole world is waking up a ribbon cut for the opening yes, finally the day has arrived so seek and rejoice fill your hands with something tangible and fly your love like a flag and destroy the desire for that which is impossible and accept what you get with a smile |
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from Bright Eyes - Noise Floor [Rarities 98 - 05] (2006)
I was living in a devil town
I didn't know it was a devil town Oh lord it really brings me down about the devil town All my friends were vampires I didn't know they were vampires It turns out I was a vampire myself in the devil town I was living in a devil town I didn't know it was a devil town Oh lord it really brings me down about the devil town All my friends were vampires I didn't know they were vampires It turns out I was a vampire myself in the devil town I was living in a devil town I didn't know it was a devil town Oh lord it really brings me down about the devil town About the devil town I was living in a devil town I didn't know it was a devil town Oh lord it really brings me down about the devil town |
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from Bright Eyes - Noise Floor [Rarities 98 - 05] (2006)
There is nothing for
Which I'm responsible Just this baggage I keep carrying on As if I had someone Ok, maybe there is a woman somewhere Who's still thinking of me Or a girl with coal black hair Who's haunted in her dreams But what they've seen Well, it wasn't me It was just some lie They slept beside Yeah, I kept this from them But I can't keep this from you So will you look for me In that strange bright place Where the statues bloom in the park They don't need no rain Cause how I ever got to you I have no idea It's like some secret door Well, it just appeared So, no matter what I do From now on with my time You will always stay here In my mind I am certain of this And I am not certain of anything So I want to get myself attached To something bolted down So these winds of circumstance Won't keep blowing me around From when I land To when I leave There is enough time To sleep and sing I keep running around When all I want is to lay motionless |
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from Bright Eyes - I'M Wide Awake It's Morning (2007)
(spoken) (takes a sip of liquid and swallows) So there’s this woman, and she was um… (clears his throat) …on an airplane, and she’s flying to meet her fiance, sailing high above the ? (swallows) ? the largest ocean on planet earth, and she was seated next to this man who, er, you know, she had tried to start a conversation…and, only ? really the only thing she’d heard him say was ? just to order ? his…his Bloody Mary, and…and she’s sittin’ there, and she’s readin’ this…really arduous magazine article about…a third world country that…she couldn’t…even pronounce the - the name of, and…she’s feeling…very bored, and…very…despondent, ‘n…(takes another sip of liquid and swallows) And then, uh… (turns away from the microphone and presumably places the glass of liquid down on a surface behind him) …suddenly… (turns back to the microphone) …there was this huge mechanical failure and ? one of the ? the engines gave out… (swallows) …and they started just ffffalling ? an’…thirty thousand feet, the, uh…pilot’s on the… (inhales) …on the microphone and he’s ? (swallows) he’s saying um, ?I’m sorry, I’m sorry, oh my god, I’m…I’m sorry,? and apologizing and… (inhales) …and she looks at that man, and she - and she says… (begins playing the guitar) …she says wh - she says, "Where are we going??…and uh…an’ he looks at her…and he says, "We’re going to a party…it - it’s a birthday party…it’s your birthday party, happy birthday, darling. We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much.? And then um, he starts hummin’ this little tune, and… (inhales) …and, uh, it kinda goes like this, it’s kinda…one, two, one, two, three, four: (end of spoken portion)
We must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the web We must rip out all the epilogues from the books that we have read And in the face of every criminal strapped firmly to a chair We must stare, we must stare, we must stare We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell And in the ear of every anarchist that sleeps but doesn't dream We must sing, we must sing, we must sing And it'll go like this, all right: While my mother waters plants my father loads his gun He says, "Death will give us back to God, Just like the setting sun Is returned to the lonesome ocean" And then they splashed into the deep blue sea Oh, it was a wonderful splash We must blend into the choir, sing a static with the whole We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul And in this endless race for property and privilege to be won We must run, we must run, we must run We must hang up in the belfry where the bats and moonlight laugh We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past And in the caverns of tomorrow with just our flashlights and our love We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge And then we'll get down there, Way down to the very bottom of everything And then we'll see it, oh, we'll see it!, we'll see it!, we’ll see it! Oh, my morning's coming back, The whole world’s waking up All the city buses swimming past, I'm happy just because I found out I am really no one |
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from Bright Eyes - I'M Wide Awake It's Morning (2007)
If you hate the taste of wine
why do you drink it till you're blind? And if you swear that there's no truth and who cares how come you say it like you're right? Why are you scared to dream of god when it's salvation that you want? You see stars that clear have been dead for years but the idea just lives on In our wheels that roll around as we move over the ground And all day it seems we've been in between the past and future town We are nowhere and it's now We are nowhere and it's now and like a ten minute dream in the passenger's seat while the world was flying by I haven't been gone very long but it feels like a life time I've been sleeping so strange at night Side effects they don't advertise I've been sleeping so strange with a head full of pesticide I've got no plans in all this time I feel too restless to unwind I'm always lost in thought as I walk a block to my favorite neon sign where the waitress looks concerned but she never says a word just turns the juke box on and we hum along and I smile back at her And my friend comes after work When the features start to blur She says these bars are filled with things that kill by now you probably should have learned Did you forget that yellow bird? How could you forget your yellow bird? She took a small silver wreath and pinned it on to me she said this one will bring you love and I don't know if it's true but I keep it for good luck |
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from Bright Eyes - I'M Wide Awake It's Morning (2007)
Gray light new day, leaks through the window
an old soul song comes on the alarm clock radio we walked the 40 blocks to the middle of the place we heard that everything would be and there were barricades to keep us off the street but the crowd kept pushing forward till they swallowed the police yea they went wild they went wild yea they went wild yea they went wild We left before the dust had time to settle and all the broken glass swept off the avenue all the way home held your camera like a bible wishing so bad that it held some kind of truth and i stood nervous next to you, in the dark room you dropped the paper in the water, and it all begins to bloom yea they go wild they go wild yea they go wild yea they go wild just when i get so lonesome, i cant speak i see some flowers on a hillside like a wall of new tv's yea they go wild yea they go wild yea they go wild yea they go wild yea they go wild yea they go wild yea they go wild |
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from Bright Eyes - I'M Wide Awake It's Morning (2007)
I know that it is freezing but I think we have to walk
I keep waving at the taxis, they keep turning their lights off But Julie knows a party at some actor's westside loft Supplies are endless in the evening, by the morning they'll be gone When everything is lonely, I can be my own best friend I get a coffee and the paper, have my own conversations With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection The mask I polish in the evening, by the morning looks like shit And 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 You're looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black Just keep going to the bathroom, always say you'll be right back Well it takes one to know one, kid I think you got it bad What's so easy in the evening, by the morning's such a drag I've got a flask inside my pocket, we can share it on the train And if you promise to stay conscious, I will try and do the same Well, we might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain But what was normal in the evening by the morning seems insane And I'm not sure what the trouble was that started all of this The reasons all have run away But the feeling never did It's not something I would recommend But it is one way to live Cause what is simple in the moonlight, by the morning never is It was so simple in the moonlight, now it's so complicated It was so simple in the moonlight So simple in the moonlight So simple in the moonlight |
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from Bright Eyes - I'M Wide Awake It's Morning (2007)
You were born inside of a raindrop,
and I watched you falling to your death And the sun, well, she could not save you She's falling down too Now the streets are wet Body of water, toxic and timeless, Atlantic ocean, New York skyline I always get lost when I leave the village, so I couldn't come meet you in Brooklyn last night But I sing glory from my lowest, and I will say peace to the people I meet while the world waits for an explosion, that instant of light that wipes the slate clean So don't be fooled. No, don't get lied to Love was always cruel And don't act strange, don't be a stranger It happened to me; now, it's happening to you But if you take that train under water, then we could talk it through Well, if I could tame all of my desires Wait out the weather that howls in my brain Because it seems that it's always changing The wind's indecision, the sorrowful rain Yeah, I was a postcard I was a record I was a camera, until I went blind and now I'm riding all over this island looking for something to open my eyes But I still sing glory from a high-rise And I will say thanks if you're pouring my drinks while the world waits for an explosion: that moment in time when we'll be set free Well, don't stay mad Just let some time pass And in the morning you'll wake feeling new And if I don't come back, I mean, if I get sidetracked, It's only 'cause I wanted to I'm keeping up with the moon on an all-night avenue Goddamn You make me cry |
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from Bright Eyes - I'M Wide Awake It's Morning (2007)
This is the first day of my life
Swear I was born right in the doorway I went out in the rain, suddenly everything changed They're spreading blankets on the beach Yours was the first face that I saw I think I was blind before I met you I don't know where I am, I don't know where I've been But I know where I want to go So I thought I'd let you know That these things take forever, I especially am slow But I realized how I need you And I wondered if I could come home I remember the time you drove all night Just to meet me in the morning And I thought it was strange, you said everything changed You felt as if you just woke up And you said, this is the first day of my life Glad I didn't die before I met you Now I don't care, I could go anywhere with you And I'd probably be happy So if you wanna be with me With these things there's no telling, we'll just have to wait and see But 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 |
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from Bright Eyes - I'M Wide Awake It's Morning (2007)
Well I'm changing all my strings
I'm gonna write another traveling song About all the billion highways and the cities at the break of dawn Well I guess the best that I can do now is pretend that I've done nothing wrong And dream about a train that's going to take me back where I belong Well now, the ocean speaks and spits and I can hear it from the interstate I'm screaming at my brother on my cell phone he's far away I'm saying nothing in the past or future ever will feel like today Until we're parking in an alley Just hoping that our shit is safe So I go back and forth forever All my thoughts they come in pairs Oh I will, I won't, I doubt, I don't I'm not surprised but I never feel quite prepared Now I'm hunched over a typewriter I guess you call that painting in a cave And there's a word I can't remember And a feeling I cannot escape And now my ashtrays overflowing I'm still staring at a clean white page Oh and morning's at my window She is sending me to bed again Well I dream of dark on the horizon I dream a desert where the dead lay down I dream a prostituted child touching an old man in a fast food crown I dreamt a ship was sinking There was people screaming all around And I awoke to my alarm clock It was a pop song it was playing loud So I must find my fears and face them Or I'll cower like a dog I'll kick and scream or kneel and bleed I'll fight like hell to hide that I'm giving up |
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from Bright Eyes - I'M Wide Awake It's Morning (2007)
If you walk away I 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 our heads and it moves with each current event until it falls all around like a cold steady rain just stay in when it's lookin' 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 So I put my hands up I say: "Enough is enough, If you walk away I walk away." (and he shot me dead) I found a liquid cure for my landlocked blues it will pass away like a slow parade it's leaving but I don't know how soon and the world's got me dizzy again you'd think after 22 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 quoteable 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 the deafening pleasure I thought I heard someone say "If we walk away,they'll 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 runnin' away 'cause we're comin' for ya! 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 Sayin' 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 till then walk away 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 don't know where to I know I'm leaving but I don't know where to |
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from Bright Eyes - I'M Wide Awake It's Morning (2007)
Poison oak some boyhood bravery
when a telephone was a tin can on a string and I fell asleep with you still talking to me you said you weren't afraid to die in Polaroids you were dressed in woman's clothes were you made ashamed? Why'd you lock them in the 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 arm 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 a 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 and I never thought this life was possible you're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for the end of paralysis, I was a statuette now I'm drunk as hell on a piano bench and when I press the keys it all gets reversed the sound of loneliness makes me happier |
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from Bright Eyes - I'M Wide Awake It's Morning (2007)
The sun came up with no conclusions
Flowers sleeping in their beds. The city's cemetery's humming I'm wide awake it's morning. I have my drugs, I have my woman They keep away my loneliness My parents they have their religion but sleep in separate houses. I read the body count out of the paper and now it's written all over my face. No one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter, sometimes that's just the most comfortable place. So, I'm drinking breathing, writing singing every day I'm on the clock. My mind races with all my longings But can't keep up with what I've got. So I hope I don't sound too ungrateful, what history gave modern men a telephone to talk to strangers machine guns and a camera lens. So, when you're asked to fight a war that's over nothing It's best to join the side that's gonna win. And no one's sure how all of this got started, but we're gonna make 'em god damn certain how it's gonna end. Oh yeah we will, oh yeah we will! Well I could have been a famous singer, if I had someone else's voice. But failure's always sounded better let's fuck it up boys, make some noise! The sun came up with no conclusions Flowers sleeping in their beds. The city's cemetery's humming I'm wide awake it's morning. |
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from Bright Eyes - Digital Ash In A Digital Urn (2007)
death
data entry ant hill law encoded arc our common cause drink liquid clocks 'til I see God crystal display can't turn it off shh...shh...shhhh don't talk don't talk |
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from Bright Eyes - Digital Ash In A Digital Urn (2007)
It was Don DeLillo, whiskey neat
And a blinking midnight clock Speakers on a TV stand Just a turntable to watch And the smoke came out our mouths On all those hooded sweatshirt walks We were a stroke of luck We were a gold mine, they gutted us And 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 It was grass stain jeans and incompletes And a girl from class to touch But you think about yourself too much And you ruin who you love Well all these claims at consciousness My stray dog freedom Let's have a nice clean cut Like a bag we buy and divy up And from the sidelines, I see you run Until you're out of breath And all those white lines that sped us up We hurried to our death Well I lagged behind... So you got ahead |
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from Bright Eyes - Digital Ash In A Digital Urn (2007)
You can make a plan
Carve it into stone Like a feather falling That is still unknown Until the clock speaks up Says it's time to go You can choose the high Or the lower road You might clench your fist You might fork your tongue As you curse or praise All the things you've done And the faders move And the music dies As we pass over On the arc of time So you'll nurse your love like a wounded dove in the covered cage of night Every star is crossed by phrenetic thoughts They separate and then collide And they twist like sheets ‘til you fall asleep and they finally unwind It's a black balloon It's a dream you'll soon deny I hear if you make friends With Jesus Christ You'll get right up From that chalk outline And then you'll get dolled up And you'll dress in white All to take your place In his chorus line And then in you'll come With those marching drums In a saintly compromise No more whiskey slurs No more blonde hair girls For your whole eternal life And you'll do the dance That was choreographed At the very dawn of time Singing "I told you son, The day would come, You would die, you die, you die, you die… You would die, you die, you die, you die… You would die, you die, you die, you die… You would die, you die, you die To the deepest part Of the human heart The fear of death expands ‘til we crack the code we've always known But could never understand On a circuit board We'll soon be born Again, again, again, again… And again, again, again, again… And again, again, again, again… And again, again, again |
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from Bright Eyes - Digital Ash In A Digital Urn (2007)
I heard you fell into a rabbit hole
Covered yourself up in snow Baby, tell me where'd you go For days and days Did they make you stay up all night? Did they paint your face that pasty white? You're thirsty but your appetite Is chased away The sun turns us to stone It's a cloudy day But we still can't go home Open our back cellar door Till we see the moon We're invisible No one ever takes the garbage out A new kid gets dare to touch the house He runs back only to announce There's no one home Does he paint the foil with a flame Smear the soda, taste butane For every fear that can't be named To calm you down Your heart starts skipping steps So your farther gone Then you might expect If your thoughts should turn to death Got to stomp them out Like a cigarette |
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from Bright Eyes - Digital Ash In A Digital Urn (2007)
First with your hands and then with your mouth.
A downpour of sweat, damp cotton clouds. I was a fool, you were my friend. We made it happen. You took off your clothes, 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. Now they are spreading out the blankets on the beach. That weatherman is a liar. He said it would be raining but it is clear and blue as far as I can see. Left by the lamp, right next to the bed, on a cartoon cat pat you scratched with a pen, "Everything is as it has always been. This never happened. Don't take it so bad it is nothing you did. It's just once something dies you can't make it live. You are 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 because something frightened me and since then I've been so good at vanishing. Now I do as I please and lie through my teeth. Someone might get hurt but it won't be me. I should probably feel cheap but I just feel free and a little bit empty. No it isn't so hard to get close to me. There will be no arguments. We will always agree. And I will try and be kind when I ask you to leave. We will both take it easy. But if you stay too long inside my memory, I will trap you in a song tied to a melody and I will keep you there so you can't bother me |
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from Bright Eyes - Digital Ash In A Digital Urn (2007)
I'm staring out into that vacuum again
From the back porch of my mind The only thing that's alive I'm all there is And I start attacking my vodka, stab the ice with my straw My eyes have turned red as stoplights, you seem ready to walk You know I'll call you eventually, when I wanna talk 'Til then you're invisible 'Cause there's a switch that gets hit and it all stops making sense And in the middle of drinks, maybe the fifth or the sixth I'm completely alone at a table of friends I feel nothing for them. I feel nothing, nothing Well, I need a break from the city again I think I'll ship myself back west I got a friend there, she says, "hey, any time." Unless that offers expired, I have been less than frequent She's under no obligation to indulge every whim And I'm so ungrateful, I take, she gives and forgives And I keep forgetting it And each morning she wakes with a dream to describe Something lovely that bloomed in her beautiful mind I said "I'll trade you one for two nightmares of mine I have some where I die, I have some where we all die." I'm thinking of quitting drinking again I know I said that a couple times And I'm always changing my mind, well, I guess I am But there's this burn in my stomach and there's this pain in my side And when I kneel at the toilet And the mornings clean light pours in through the window Sometimes I pray I don't die I'm a goddamn hypocrite But the night rolls around and it all starts making sense There is no right way or wrong way, you just have to live And so I do what I do and at least I exist What could mean more than this? What would mean more? Mean more? |
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from Bright Eyes - Digital Ash In A Digital Urn (2007)
Some plans were made and rice was thrown
A house was built, a baby born How time can move both fast and slow Amazes me And so I raise my glass to symmetry To the second hand and its accuracy To the actual size of everything The desert is the sand You can't hold it in your hand It won't bow to your demands There's no difference you can make There's no difference you can make And if it seems like an accident A collage of senselessness You aren't looking hard enough I wasn't looking hard enough An argument for consciousness The instinct of the blind insect Who makes love to the flower bed And dies in the first freeze Oh I want to learn such simple things No politics, no history Till what I want and what I need Can finally be the same I just got myself to blame Leave everything up to fate When there's choices I could make When there's choices I could make Yeah, my heart needs a polygraph Always so eager to pack my bags When I really wanna stay When I really wanna stay When I wanna stay (x4) The arc of time, the stench of sex The innocence you can't protect Each quarter note, each marble step Walk up and down that lonely treble clef Each wanting the next one Each wanting the next one to arrive Each wanting the next one Each wanting the next one to arrive An argument for consciousness The instinct of the blind insect Who never thinks not to accept its fate That's faith, there's happiness in death You give to the next one You give to the next on down the line You give to the next one You get to the next on down the line The levity of longing that Distills each dream inside my head By morning watered down again On silver stars I wish and wish and wish Move on to the next one Move on to the next one down the line Move on to the next one Move on to the next one down the line You get to the next one You get to the next on down the line You get to the next one You get to the next on down the line |
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from Bright Eyes - Digital Ash In A Digital Urn (2007)
A house of cards
A supple heart Is not a place to dwell Now you have your cake Don’t hesitate Come on just do it, Come on just do it Put it in your mouth There is only now Tomorrow has to wait But know there’s no backing out This is gonna be reality You can never dream it down I have No way Of telling The two apart Well I made amends In the general sense But the devil’s in the details And I know the cause And I want to stop But I can’t do it, I just can’t do it There was love I meant There were accidents So tell me which is which ‘Cus I just can’t work it out But for memory and clarity We had better write it down I have no way Of knowing the truth With time dissolves I put the past into the ground I saw the future as a cloud If theres still time to turn around Im going to Its just one day I fell asleep And all day all night I dreamed I am the first one I deceive If I can make myself believe The rest is easy... |
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from Bright Eyes - Digital Ash In A Digital Urn (2007)
I wanna be the surgeon that cuts you open
That fixes all of life's mistakes I wanna be the house that you were raised in The only place that you feel safe I wanna be a shower in the morning That wakes you up and makes you clean I know I'm just the weather againt your window As you sleep through a winter's dream Someones churning the earth Someone's stirring the sky Every color at once in a column of lights Bacteria breeds on a microscope slide The worm in my heart's the apple of your eye Don't adore what is impossible We have built this ship in a wine bottle But if you knew how it worked We'd have to grow old Someone's eating at you, wakes you up in the night If you're digging the past, who knows what you'll find Read the newspaper print off the microfiche slide And you're holding your breath for the rest of your life Don't you love what is intangible I have built this ship in a wine bottle But if you knew who I was... You would never grow old |
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from Bright Eyes - Digital Ash In A Digital Urn (2007)
John A. Hobson was a good man
He used to loan me books and mic stands He even got me a subscription To the Socialist Review Listening to records in his basement Old folk songs about the government "It's love of money, not the market" He said, "these fuckers push on you" And freedom yells, it don't cry Whatever sells will decide But there's no hell when you die So don't look so worried He got a night life, lost his day job Pushing papers, swinging pendulums Anything to serve a function Or to occupy some time You gotta earn this living somehow You're good as dead without a bank account But it's funny how alive he felt down In that unemployment line With all that trash at his feet The pools of piss in the street All of that filthy empathy For the way we're feeling The billboards shade The flags they wave The anthem was playing loud The baseball game was letting out And all at once he saw the dust And heard every tiny sound Got in his truck and turned around Drove out through the crowd and the cops Drove out past that center mall Drove out past that sickening sprawl Out past that fenced in crawl And maybe he lost control Fucking with the radio But I bet the stars seemed so close At the end At the end At the end |
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from Bright Eyes - Digital Ash In A Digital Urn (2007)
Did it all get real, I guess it's real enough
They got refrigerators full of blood Another century spent pointing guns At anything that moves Sometimes I worry that I've lost the plot My twitching muscles tease my flippent thoughts I never really dreamed of heaven much Until we put him in the ground But it's all I'm doing now Listening for patterns in the sound Of an endless static sea But once the satellite's deceased It blows like garbage through the streets Of the night sky to infinity But don't you weep (don't you weep for them) Don't you weep (don't you weep) There is nothing as lucky Honey, don't you weep (don't you weep for them) Don't you weep (don't you weep) There is nothing as lucky, as easy, or free Don't be a criminal in this police state You better shop and eat and procreate You got vacation days then you might escape To a condo on the coast I set my watch to the atomic clock I hear the crowd count down til the bomb gets dropped I always figured there'd be time enough I never let it get me down But I can't help it now Looking for faces in the clouds I got some friends I barely see But we're all planning to meet We'll lay in bags as dead as leaves All together for eternity But don't you weep (don't you weep for them) Don't you weep (don't you weep) There is no one as lucky Honey, don't you weep (don't you weep for them) Don't you weep (don't you weep) There is nothing as lucky, as easy, or free Or free, or free, or free There's nothing, there's nothing, there's nothing... |
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from Bright Eyes - Every Day And Every Night (2007)
Sitting around, no work today.
Try pacing to keep awake. Laying around, no school today. Just drink until the clock has circled all the way. It's late afternoon, as you walk through the rooms of a house that is quiet except for unanswered telephones. You stand near the sink, you mix up a drink. You think you don't want to pass out where your roommates could find you again. Stumble 'round the neighboorhod, nothing to do. You're always looking for something to sniff smoke or swallow. Calling over next door, see what they've got. But you would settle for anything that would make your brain slow down or stop this circle of thoughts you chase before they catch back up with you. And your parents notice your thinning face, All the weight you've lost, All the weight youre losing. You said "I'm done feeling like a skeleton, no more sleep walking dead." You're going to wake from this coma. You're going to crawl from this bed you've made. Stop counting on the camera that hangs around your neck, cause it will never remember what you choose to forget. And you try to find one source of light, try to name one thing you like. You used to have such a longer list, And light, you never had to look for it. But now it's so easy, it's so easy to-- it's so easy, it's so easy to second guess everything you do until all you want, all you want is to finish this half empty glass before the ice all melts away. This feeling always used to pass, seems like it's every day seems like it's every night now. |
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from Bright Eyes - Every Day And Every Night (2007)
lately i've been wishing i had one desire
something that would make me never want another something that would make it so that nothing matters all would be clear thenbut i guess i'll have to settle for a few brief moments and watch it all dissolve into a single second and try to write it down into a perfect sonnet or one foolish linebecause that's all that you'll get so you'll have to accept you are here then you're gonei believe that lovers should be tied togehter and thrown into the ocean in the worst of weather left there to drown left there to drown in their innocencebut 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 is the only way it can beso i stand in the sun and i breath with my lungs trying to spare me the weight of the truthsaying everything you've ever seen was just a mirror you've spent your whole life sweating in an endless fever now you're laying in a bathtub full of freezing water wishing you were a ghostbut once you knew a girl and you named her lover and danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summers but autumn came, she disappeared, you can't remember where she said she was going tobut you know that she's gone because she left you a song that you don't wanna singsinging i believe that lovers should be chained together and thrown into a fire with their songs and letters and left there to burn left there to burn in their arrogancebut as for me i'm coming to my final failure i've killed myself with changes trying to make things better but i still ended up becoming something other that what i had planned to beallright!now i believe that lovers should be draped in flowers and laid entwined together on a bed of clover and left there to sleep left there to dream of their happiness |
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from Bright Eyes - Every Day And Every Night (2007)
There's a car parked where the block begins
And these people singing praises Say it's all because of him And there's a bird perched on a frayed wet wire And his voice sings out for a lover But it's covered by the choir Of voices reaching way beyond the rafters With devotion they perform these sacred tasks They cross themselves and offer up their checkbooks Slight suffering is not too much to ask Besides, we all are making money And we're all fucking alone And we don't know what we're doing Maybe just buying us some hope Because we know that we are lonely Well, yeah, lonely that's for sure And the older ones are coughing Yeah, the older ones they're dying Maybe we're all dying 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 Then 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 when there is no point to anything You know it gets a bit confusing Why it is that I keep going Why is it that we keep going? |
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from Bright Eyes - Every Day And Every Night (2007)
If you could change your days, arranging them in some sweet new sequence
Like any new arrangement's gonna make a difference Cause it's the moment that you're living in and not the one that follows That makes this mess you're cleaning in your head Time still drags you forward, though you keep resisting You know it's what you leave behind, you'll soon start missing And the people you once counted on now say it's all depending On how you act and how you treat yourself And that's not very well So baby, when I call for you I want you to come Explain yourself to everyone You nod in an acknowledgement of your frequent mood swings Yeah, what good's an acknowledgement, it still don't change things We've tried all forms of encouragement, but it's still no better You just can't seem to fake or force a smile Not even a little one But baby, when I call to you I want you to come And lay it out for everyone Exactly how it was before any of this happened And why you can't leave it behind Now don't just, don't just sit there when I call to you I told you to come and lay it out for Don't feel awkward Lay it out for everyone |
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from Bright Eyes - Every Day And Every Night (2007)
In the morning when you throw up water
And your skin, it turns a pale, pale yellow Well, every day you lose more color Do you think that someone paints your mirror? Do you think that someone paints your mirror? And you think that things sound different At the time when you speak There are visions much clearer Than these blurs that you see And like Neely O'Hara You swallow your sleep And you wake up in the morning to find out You are not, you are not who, you are not who You used to be You don't recognize behavior Or the spelling of your name And the shape that's in the mirror You swear it's not (you swear its not the same) the same And like Neely O'Hara You swallow your sleep And you really can't remember But you know you are not Think you are not No, you are not who you used to be Who you used to be, who you used to be Did you used to be, did you used to be (No you are not, no you are not) Who you used to be, who you used to be |
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from Bright Eyes - Lua (2007)
I know that it is freezing but I think we have to walk
I keep waving at the taxis, they keep turning their lights off But Julie knows a party at some actor's westside loft Supplies are endless in the evening, by the morning they'll be gone When everything is lonely, I can be my own best friend I get a coffee and the paper, have my own conversations With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection The mask I polish in the evening, by the morning looks like shit And 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 You're looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black Just keep going to the bathroom, always say you'll be right back Well it takes one to know one, kid I think you got it bad What's so easy in the evening, by the morning's such a drag I've got a flask inside my pocket, we can share it on the train And if you promise to stay conscious, I will try and do the same Well, we might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain But what was normal in the evening by the morning seems insane And I'm not sure what the trouble was that started all of this The reasons all have run away But the feeling never did It's not something I would recommend But it is one way to live Cause what is simple in the moonlight, by the morning never is It was so simple in the moonlight, now it's so complicated It was so simple in the moonlight So simple in the moonlight So simple in the moonlight |
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from Bright Eyes - Lua (2007)
I get my whiskey from a well, except on holidays then it's on the top shelf. But tonite I don't mind if I spend a little more because you are a tolerant woman and the world is at war. I know you witnessed my decline. You used to push back the darkness like a floodlight, but tonight that is a secret like the soul of a whore that if you want to have fun you will just have to ignore. Now let my troubles solve themselves. I used to get involved but I'm just no help, but tonight let's pretend that we are just like we were. Let me stay until the morning I will sleep on the floor. And we can talk in circles, no dollar figures, just what is owed or paid. And you can make predictions I know you see the future and I agree. We agree tonight is not happening.
When I got dry as a desert I got mean. I was as lonely and empty as a canteen. With no anesthetic you are bound to be sore but tonight I and drinking all peaceful and warm. And just when I got fed up with the gray sky. The sun came out of nowhere like a bar fight. And it knocke out the wind and it bruised me with light. And I felt grateful for living just like I feel tonight. I know that you feel safer in a group where you could be anyone or they could be you. But tonight we'll take risks that you can afford. You still have bars on your window and a hole in your door. So we can talk in circles around a dirty mirror. Night trickles down our throats. And we could make a timeline to last our whole lives but we don't know. No one knows what is further up the road. Just wait and see. Just wait and see. All in time. All in time. |
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from Bright Eyes - First Day Of My Life (2007)
This is the first day of my life
Swear I was born right in the doorway I went out in the rain, suddenly everything changed They're spreading blankets on the beach Yours was the first face that I saw I think I was blind before I met you I don't know where I am, I don't know where I've been But I know where I want to go So I thought I'd let you know That these things take forever, I especially am slow But I realized how I need you And I wondered if I could come home I remember the time you drove all night Just to meet me in the morning And I thought it was strange, you said everything changed You felt as if you just woke up And you said, this is the first day of my life Glad I didn't die before I met you Now I don't care, I could go anywhere with you And I'd probably be happy So if you wanna be with me With these things there's no telling, we'll just have to wait and see But 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 |
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from Bright Eyes - First Day Of My Life (2007)
When the President talks to God
Are the conversations brief or long? Does he ask to rape our women's rights And send poor farm kids off to die? Does God suggest an oil hike When the President talks to God? When the President talks to God Are the consonants all hard or soft? Is he resolute on down the line? Is every issue black or white? Does what God says ever change his mind When the President talks to God? When the President talks to God Does he fake that drawl or merely nod? Agree which convicts should be killed? Where prisons should be built and filled? Which voter fraud must be concealed When the President talks to God? When the President talks to God I wonder which one plays the better cop? "We should find some jobs, the ghetto's broke" "No they're lazy, George, I say we don't Just give 'em more liquor stores and dirty coke" That's what God recommends When the President talks to God Do they drink near beer and go play golf While they pick which countries to invade Which Muslim souls still can be saved? I guess God just calls a spade a spade When the President talks to God When the President talks to God Does he ever think that maybe He's not That that voice is just inside his head? When he kneels next to the Presidential bed Does he ever smell his own bullshit When the President talks to God? I doubt it |
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from Bright Eyes - First Day Of My Life (2007)
I am a blue blood
I will admit that I dance in blue shoes and wear a blue hat Live in a blue house On a blue street In a blue town By a blue creek I write my blue songs With my blue pen I sing the blue notes To my blue friends Now I don't that much about you But I like you Because you're true blue I had a blue dream About a blue star In it I drove there In my blue car and when I got there I met a blue dog With a blue tongue We had some real fun We bounced a blue ball It broke a blue glass We banged on blue drums and call it blue grass I guess the thing I'm trying to tell you Is that it's best, kid If you're true blue Once I had gangrene I got it real bad So the doc came with his black bag I said 'You know, Doc, I dont feel swell, if you had a blue bag, I think I'd get well..' So he came right back With a blue sack He said 'Will this do?' I said 'Why not, Yeah" That's why im here today To tell you That it's best, man To be true blue Out on the blue sea I sailed a blue ship I had a first mate Always had blue lips His name was Bluebeard He had a weird twitch He flew a blue flag On a big stick And we ate blue gill and we ate blue chips Oh I felt real blue, eating that blue fish Because there ain't much that I won't do Unless it keeps me from being true blue Once in a blue moon There's a blue sky I wear my blue jeans and fly my blue kite Thing's like a bluebird, until the wind dies And then the tears pour Out of my blue eyes If it's your birthday We'll bake a blue cake And then we'll eat it off these blue plates 'Cause kid I don't know much about about you But I like you Because you're true blue Yeah I don't know much about you But I like you 'cause you're True! Blue! |
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from Bright Eyes - Gold Mine Gutted (2007)
It was Don DeLillo, whiskey neat
And a blinking midnight clock Speakers on a TV stand Just a turntable to watch And the smoke came out our mouths On all those hooded sweatshirt walks We were a stroke of luck We were a gold mine, they gutted us And 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 It was grass stain jeans and incompletes And a girl from class to touch But you think about yourself too much And you ruin who you love Well all these claims at consciousness My stray dog freedom Let's have a nice clean cut Like a bag we buy and divy up And from the sidelines, I see you run Until you're out of breath And all those white lines that sped us up We hurried to our death Well I lagged behind... So you got ahead |
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from Bright Eyes - Letting Off The Happiness (2007)
I dreamt of a fever,
one that would cure me of this cold, winter-set heart With heat to melt these frozen tears burned with reasons as to carry on Into these twisted months I plunge without a light to follow But I swear that I would follow anything just get me out of here But you get six months to adapt and you get two more to leave town And in the event that you do adapt we still might not want you around But I fell for the promise of a life with a purpose but I know that that's impossible now And so I drink to stay warm and to kill selected memories cause I just can't think anymore about that or about her tonight And I give myself three days to feel better or else I swear I'll drive right off a fucking cliff because if I can't learn to make myself feel better how can I expect anyone else to give a shit? and I scream for the sunlight or a car to take me anywhere. just get me passed this dead and eternal snow cause I swear that I'm dying Slowly, but it's happening and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere just take me there just take me there just take me there and say and lie to me and say and lie to me and say it's gonna be alright it's gonna be alright it's gonna be alright it's gonna be alright it's gonna be alright it's gonna be alright it's gonna be alright it's gonna be alright it's gonna be alright.. |
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from Bright Eyes - Letting Off The Happiness (2007)
I had a brother once
He drowned in a bathtub before he'd ever learned how to talk And I don't know what his name was but my mother does I heard her say it once Padraic my prince, I have all but died From the sheer weight of my shame You cried but no one came And the water filled your tiny lungs Appear, my dear, and cry for me Six years ago today That I laid you in your grave Your sweet young skin was shining then too So tonight to celebrate i will... I will poison myself Another coughing, shaking fit in a bathroom That is spinning And I close the door And I rest my head on the tile floor Sickness and sleep turning me cold I'm still not sure Is there some better place I could be heading towards? Where the selfishly sick and self-absorbed... Are welcome I saw the future once I was drunk in a phone booth My eyes were wet and red But I could not tell what was said And through the screams of the traffic Voices carried Saying I'm sorry On a day so gray it's black inside Watching churches on TV In a coma you don't dream You just hope that someone sits with you Babies turn blue when they're ignored Like the sky on summer days Before you turn and walk away It has changed you So tonight to compensate I will... I will poison myself Another coughing, shaking fit in a bathroom That is spinning |
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from Bright Eyes - Letting Off The Happiness (2007)
You contrast and compare Between the busy ones and the ones who don’t care Until there is no one That you really know So I drift through these days Of appointments and promises made They will all end up broken And quickly replaced Weeks are slow, days drag on Even practice and parties seem long but I find myself going I guess there's nothing to do, oh well Group of kids, line of cars more will show up after the bars close There’s this boredom that drowns everything Bottles break, music plays conversations competing for space I look for a corner or a quieter room There’s no heat in this house I can’t breathe with these words in my mouth But I’m not going to say them Yeah, I've made that mistake before On the stairs, she grabs my arm Says whats up, where you been, is something wrong? I try to just smile And say everything’s fine |
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from Bright Eyes - Letting Off The Happiness (2007)
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 But they say it's better to bury your sadness In a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring To awake from its sleep and burst into green Well, I've cried And you would think I'd feel 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's 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 needed 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 |
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from Bright Eyes - Letting Off The Happiness (2007)
Now that it's June
We'll sleep out in the garden And if it rains We'll just sink into the mud Where it is quiet And much cooler than the house is And there's no clocks Or phones to wake us up Because I have learned That nothing is as pressing As the one who is pressing Would like you to believe And I'm content To walk a little slower Because there's nowhere that... I really need to be And I find that life is easier When it is just a blur With no details to confuse Who or what or where I was So when the ending comes The full regret will seem obscure But these are days we dream about When the sunlight paints us gold And this apartment could not be prettier As we danced up there alone And this TV's old The color's fucked Do you see the difference in the shades? But the green's still close to green, my love And I believe we are the same And we'll stay like this, all gold and green Light collects and projects your heart on a movie screen And if you close your eyes we will always be The way we were that night you crawled inside of me And you slept in my blood The way you sleep now The quietest hush Has consumed this house And when the doctors have gone And you sweat through the bed With all these pictures and pills They piled around your head Just rest now And in a moment you'll know everything Was it all a dream? It's too vague now to recount An outline of the one you loved In a life that was That no longer will be Stands above you As you sleep |
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from Bright Eyes - Letting Off The Happiness (2007)
Touch, lying on the floor
Wishing this could last Knowing that it can't Soon you will leave And I'll 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 To know, no one can hang out tonight Here, where the carpet's 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 (And near now to someone) With a promise of a love (You used to love) you will probably never find (When you were young) (When all was gold and you two touched) A touch that you can really feel (And felt the flutter underneath your skin) The brokenness inside (You stood in glowing rooms) (The light dripping from both of you) As hope and less collide (And nothing since has felt as radiant or real) And nothing is real Love, there's nothing more I want Than just one night That's free of doubt and sadness One night, one night, one night One night that I can really feel |
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from Bright Eyes - Letting Off The Happiness (2007)
I spent a week drinking the sunlight of Winnetka, California
Where they understand the weight of human hearts You see, sorrow gets too heavy and joy it tends to hold you With the fear that it eventually departs And the truth is I’ve been dreaming of some tired tranquil place Where the weather won’t get trapped inside my bones And if all the years of searching find one sympathetic face Then it's there I'll plant these seeds and make my home I spent a day dreaming of dying in Mesa, Arizona Where all the green of life had turned to ash And I felt I was on fire, with the things I could have told you I just assumed that you eventually would ask And I wouldn’t have to bring up my so badly broken heart And all those months I just wanted to sleep And though spring, it did come slowly, I guess it did its part My heart has thawed and continues to beat And I visited my brother on the outskirts of Olympia Where the forest and the water become one And we talked about our childhood like a dream we were convinced of That perfect, peaceful street that we came from And I know he heard me strumming all those sad and simple chords As I sat inside my room so long ago And it hurts that he’s still shaking from those secrets that were told By a car closed up too tight and a heart turned cold And I went to San Diego, and the birthplace of the summer And watched the ocean dance under the moon There was a girl I knew there, one more potential lover I guess that something’s gotta happen soon Cause I know I can’t keep living in this dead or dying dream As I walked along the beach and drank with her I thought about my true love, the one I really need With eyes that burn so bright, they make me pure They make me pure, they make me pure I long to be with you They make me pure, they make me pure I long to be with you |
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from Bright Eyes - Letting Off The Happiness (2007)
Is the passion all gone?
Or is it still newly-wed? If all this heat's doing Is making us stick to the bed Then there's no life to revive But if the hunger's still there Burried somewhere inside Covered up by the boredom We've been trying to hide Then dig it up And devour And it'll seem more like a song And less like it's math When you pull on my hair And bite me like that It'll seem more like a song And less like it's math When you pull on my hair And bite me like that It'll seem more like a song Yeah more like song And the truth is that I can hardly wait I don't care if we stay up too late Don't answer the phone Don't answer the phone And it'll seems more like a song And less like it's math When you pull on my hair and bite me like that It'll seems more like a song And less like it's math When you pull on my hair And bite me like that And bite me like that And bite me and scratch me like that And the truth is that I can hardly wait And It's so bad I can't concentrate Don't answer the phone Don't answer the phone And it'll seem more like a song And less like it's math When you pull on my hair And bite me like that It'll seems more like a song And less like it's math When you pull on my hair And bite me like that And bite me like that And scratch me and bite me like that |
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from Bright Eyes - Letting Off The Happiness (2007)
The language in the dimmer rooms
Seems to represent the light source well How soft they speak and seem to be at peace With the movement of the music and the madness That is pulling me into this And the shades of the lamps are woven red The light, it stains and consecrates Anointing all forgotten forms That swirl and smoke and haunt this place The girls in gowns all nurse the dark Pulling it near to their swelling breasts And watch as it seeps to their hearts And beats within their virgin chests And here I know seduction breeds From wanton hearts that would seduce And grows and spreads its vine and leaves Embracing those who might have moved But now remain to drink the night From vials black and thick with steam Such intoxicating delights That leave you drunk inside this dream And you watch them take the light from you And you find yourself On a velvet couch Tasting the skin of a foreign girl Her eyes are black And wet like oil And she ties your hands with a string of pearls And you tremble like a frightened bird As she closes in and captures you To place you in the silver cage Deep within her poisoned womb And once you're safe inside She might let you out to fly In the circles around the room But it's always night And there is no moon And you wonder if you are alive And you're not sure if you want to be But you drank her sweat like it was wine And you lay with her on a bed of blue And it's awful sweet Like the fruit she cuts and feeds to you |
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from Bright Eyes - Letting Off The Happiness (2007)
Let's sail away
Past the noise of the bay Let's sail away Past the birth and death of the day Let's sail away To where the blues and greens Swirl into gray Let's sail away Let's sail away Past the cradle of these waves Let's sail away Past the tide and its slow decay Let's sail away To where the water goes Some endless open space Let's sail away Take only what you need, my love And leave the rest behind Don't be afraid of where we go, my love I promise we'll be fine Now you are the only one that's mine Let's sail away Past the reflections of the light Let's sail away Floating weightless through the night Let's sail away Like a photograph Fading to all white It's finally all right Forget all the mistakes, my love They won't be made again Leave the photos in the drawer, my love We no longer need them We both know where we've been Let's sail away Disappearing in the mist Let's sail away With a whisper and a kiss Or vanish from a road somewhere Like Tereza and Tomas Suspended in this bliss |
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from Bright Eyes - Fevers And Mirrors (2007)
'So long, everything' he shouted,
then he ran next door to Margot's house. 'I'm moving' he said. 'Where' asked Margot. 'Two weeks away' said Mitchell. 'Where is that' asked Margot. 'It's everywhere I will be after I walk for two weeks' said Mitchell. 'I have lived in the same place for a long time. It is time for me to go some place else.' 'No' said Margot, 'you have only lived next door for fifteen years.' 'Sixteen' said Mitchell. 'Fifteen, six, what's the difference' said Margot. 'I want you to stay next door forever.' 'I can't' said Mitchell. 'I do not want to go wake up in the same old bedroom and eat breakfast in the same old kitchen. Every room in my house is the same old room because I have been there too long.' You turn on a spindle, you're so much looser now but you're not explaining how you've gained such new repose. I touch the clasp of your locket with its picture held, some secret you wouldn't tell but let it choke your neck. So we imagine a darkness where all shapes divide, solids changing into light with a burst of heat so bright. Well fine don't you do what I want you to, don't degrade yourself the way that I do because you don't depend upon all the shit that I use to make my moods improve. 'And you look at me and think 'same old face, same old tail, same old scale, same old walk, same old talk' said Margot. 'No' said Mitchell, 'I like your face, tail, scale, walk and talk.' 'I like you.' 'I like you too, said Mitchell. He walked to the door. 'I must pack' he said. Near a sea of pianos, there were waves of chords that crashed against the shore in one huge and useless roar. And there were girls bringing water, like a dream they came to cool the fever of my brain and soothe my burning throat. And they made me a necklace, hanging beads of sweat on a string of my regrets and placed it round my neck. They were singing don't you do what you've wanted to, don't destroy yourself like those cowards do. Maybe the sun keeps coming up because it's gotten used to you and your constant need for proof. |
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from Bright Eyes - Fevers And Mirrors (2007)
Here's a scale, weigh it out and you'll find, easily
More than sufficient doubt that these colors you see were picked in advance by some careful hand With an absolute concept of beauty They are smeared and these blurs come in random order And they color the eyes of your former lovers Hers were green like July, Except when she cried they were red Now I know a disease that these doctors can’t treat You contract on the day you accept all you see Is a mirror, and a mirror is all it can be A reflection of something we’re missing And language just happened, it was never planned And it’s inadequate to describe where I am In the room of my house where the light's never been Waiting for this day to end And these clocks keep unwinding and completely ignore Everything that we hate or adore Once the page of a calendar is turned it’s no more So tell me then, what was it for? Oh tell me, what was it for |
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from Bright Eyes - Fevers And Mirrors (2007)
Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning
when you start to raise your head? And does he sing to you, incessantly, from the space between your bed and wall? Does he walk around all day at school, with his feet inside your shoes? Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you? Oh, Does he know that place below your neck that's your favorite to be touched? And does he cry through broken sentences like, "I love you far too much"? Does he lay awake listening to your breath? Worried you smoke too many cigarettes? Is he coughing now? On a bathroom floor? For every speck of tile There's a thousand more You won't ever see But must hold inside yourself Eternally Well, I drug your ghost across the country And we plotted out my death In every city, memories would whisper, "Here is where you rest." 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. You are my sunshine, My only sunshine." And I kissed a girl with a broken jaw That her father gave to her She had eyes bright enough to burn me ; They reminded me of yours And in a story told, she was a little girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field And there were rows of ripe tomatoes, where a secret was concealed And it rose like thunder Clapped under our hands And it stretched for centuries To a diary entry's end Where I wrote, "You make me happy, Oh, when skies are gray. You make me happy Oh, when skies are gray, and gray, and gray." Well the clock's heart it hangs inside its open chest With its hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself But I will not weep For those dying days For all the ones who've left There's a few that stayed And they found me here And pulled me from the grass Where I was laid |
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from Bright Eyes - Fevers And Mirrors (2007)
Now and again it seems worse than it is,
but mostly the view is accurate. You see your breath in the air as you climb up the stairs to that coffin you call your apartment. And you sink in your chair, brush the snow from your hair and drink the cold away. You're not really sure what you're doing this for but you need something to fill up the days. A few more hours. There's a dream in my brain that just won’t go away. It's been stuck there since it came a few nights ago 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 those starving eyes to see, like the ones we’ve wished on. But now I’m confused. Is this death really you? Do these dreams have any meaning? No. No, I think it's more like a ghost that's been following us both. Something vague that we're not seeing |
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from Bright Eyes - Fevers And Mirrors (2007)
You follow the footsteps echoes leading down a hall To a room, there's music playing Tiny bells with moving parts Here the shadows make things ugly an effect quite undesirable And The gold and yellow daylight Grows like ivy across the wall And it bounces off of the painted porcelain A tiny dancing doll Her body spins as she pirouettes Again the world suddenly seems small On an off-white, subtle morning You stretch your legs in the front seat The road has made a vacuum Where our voices used to be And you lay your head onto my shoulder Pour like water over me So if I just exist for the next ten minutes of this drive that would be fine And all the trees that line this curb would be rejoicing and alive Soon all the joy that pours from everything makes fountains of your eyes Because you finally understand the movement of a hand waving good-bye |
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from Bright Eyes - Fevers And Mirrors (2007)
The fragile keep secrets
Gathered in pockets And they will sell them for nothing. A cheap watch or locket That kind of gold washes off. And the sad act like lepers, They stick to the shadows, They long to ring bells of warning To tell of their coming So that the pure can shut their doors. The angry are animals, Senseless and savage, They act without order In logical lapses, They stain their mouths with blood. So take my hand, This barren land is alive tonight. Oh, the corn has grown stalks That form a wall to hide. But the wind carries sounds That I can't see from beyond that line. Then the stalks begin to sway... Oh, stay with me, Arienette, Until the wolves are away. The wicked are vultures And they bake in the canyons, They circle in sunlight And wait for their victims To collapse and call to them. The desperate are water, They'll run down forever And soak into silence, And end up together. In a dark and distant, dark and distant place, So don't leave me here with only mirrors watching me. This house, it holds nothing but the memories, And the moon, it leaves silver but never sleep. And then the silver turns to gray... Oh stay with me, Arienette, Until the wolves are away. |
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from Bright Eyes - Fevers And Mirrors (2007)
Tomorrow when I wake up
I’m finding my brother And making him take me back down to the water That lake where we sailed, and we laughed with our father I will not desert him I will not desert him No matter how I may wish for a coffin so clean Or these trees to undress all their leaves onto me I put my face in the dirt and then finally I'll see The sky that has been avoiding me. I started this letter I’m going to send it to Ruba It'll be blessed by her eyes on the gulf coast of Florida With her feet in the sand, And one hand on her swimsuit, She'll recite the prayer of my pen Saying, "Time take us forward. Relief from this longing. They can land that plane on my heart; I don’t care. Just give me November, The warmth of a whisper, In the freezing darkness of my room." But no matter what I would do in an attempt to replace All these pills that I take, trying to balance my brain See the curious girl with that look on her face So surprised she stares out from her display case |
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from Bright Eyes - Fevers And Mirrors (2007)
to moonn 6pence from shootingstar
The phone slips from a loose grip Words were missed then, some apology I didn’t want to tell you this No, it’s just some guy she's been hanging out with I don’t know, the past couple weeks I guess Well, thank you and hang up the phone Let the funeral start Hear the casket close Let’s pin split-black ribbon to your overcoat Well, laughter pours from under doors In this house, I don’t understand that sound no more It seems artificial, like a T.V. set Well, haligh, haligh, haligh, haligh This weight it must be satisfied You offer only one reply You know not what you do But you tear and tear your hair from roots From that same head you have twice removed now A lock of hair you said would prove Our love would never die Well ha ha ha I remember everything The words we spoke on freezing South Street And all those mornings watching you get ready for school You combed your hair inside that mirror The one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears Something about those bright colors would always make you feel better But now we speak with ruined tongues And the words we say aren’t meant for anyone It’s just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance But there was once you You said you hate my suffering And you understood And you’d take care of me You'd always be there Well where are you now? Haligh, haligh, haligh, haligh The plans were never finalized But left to hang like yarn and twine Dangling before my eyes As you tear and tear your hair from roots From that same head you have twice removed A lock of hair you said would prove Our love would never die 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 Haligh, haligh, an awful lie This weight will now be satisfied I'm gonna give you only one reply I know not who I am But I talk in the mirror To the stranger that appears Our conversations are circles Always one sided Nothing is clear Except we keep coming back To this meaning that I lack He says the choices were given Now I must live them Or just not live But do you want that |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2002-12-18
Subject : Bright Eyes - Fevers & Mirrors (Ales,2000)
