Bright Eyes Go Find Yourself A Dry Place

I wish there was something I could do for you

I wish there were some words I could say

But I know that you thought it out so well

And I know there is nothing I should say

Figured it all out, figured it all out

And nothing stands up to biology

And truth is built on shakey ground

Depression’s all I get from philosophy

And, do I really, do I really, what truth I’ve found

Who’s to blame, the educated remains, of dead scholars

So tell me what’s the point of surviving

Why do we try so hard to stay alive?

We know that nothing we do really matters

And it, it will wash away with time

It’ll wash away with time

Wash away with time

But there’s a feeling I get when the amp is loud enough

And there’s a feeling I get when she smiles at me

And there’s a feeling I get when I’m staying awake with you, girl

Stay awake with you

And that is all there is, and that is all I need

Someday you’ll see, that is truth

The body grows tired when no sleep can mend it

And time has chased and killed all of our friends

There’s no place left in the sky for them to send us to

Just lay down and let the light come through the doors

Cover up our dreams, cover up the years

As you take, our bodies will make the raspberries grow

Bright Eyes Down In A Rabbit Hole

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

Up and out that cellar door

Till we see the moon, we’re invisible

No one ever takes the garbage out

The neighbor kid gets dared to touch the house

He runs back only to announce there’s no one home

Cause we paint the foil with the flame

Smell of soda, taste butaine

For every fear that can’t be named to calm you down

Your heart starts skipping steps

So you’re farther gone

Than you might expect

If your thoughts should turn to death

Gotta stomp them out like a cigarette

Bright Eyes An Attempt To Tip The Scales

Did you expect it all to stop at the wave of your hand?

Like the sun’s just going to drop if it’s night you demand.

Well, in the dark we’re just air so the house might dissolve.

But once we are gone, who’s gonna care if we were ever here at all?

Well, summer’s going to come, it’s gonna cloud our eyes again.

No need to focus when there’s nothing that’s worth seeing.

So we trade liquor for blood in an attempt to tip the scales.

I think you lost what you loved in that mess of details.

They seemed so important at the time

But now you can’t even recall any of the names, faces, or lines.

It’s more the feeling of it all.

Well, winter is going to end, I’m going to clean these veins again.

So close to dying that I finally can start living.

[There is a radio interview in the end of this track]

[Radio interviewer (impersonated by Matt Silcock of Lullaby for the Working Class) – R]

[Conor Oberst (impersonated by Todd Fink of The Faint) – C]

[Radio interviewer:] Hi, we’re back, this is radio K[beep]x and we’re here with Conor Oberst of the band Bright Eyes. How are you doing, Conor?

[Conor:] Fine, thanks, just a little wet.

[R:] Oh, it’s still coming down out there?

[C:] Yeah, I sort of had to run from the car.

[R:] Well, we are glad you made it! Now, your new album, “Fevers and Mirrors”… Tell us a little about the title. I know there’s a good deal of repeated imagery in the lyrics; fevers, mirrors, scales, clocks: Could you discuss some of this?

[C:] Sure. Let’s see, the fever’s…

[R:] First, First let me say that, this is a brilliant record, man, we’re all really into it here at the station and we get lots of calls, it’s really good stuff.

[C:] Thanks. Thanks a lot.

[R:] So talk about some of the symbolisms.

[C:] The fever?

[R:] Sure!

[C:] Well, the fever is basically, what ever ails you, or oppresses you… It could be anything, in my case it’s my neurosis, my: depression… but I don’t want it to be limited to that… it’s certainly different for different people. It’s whatever keeps you up at night.

[R:] I see.

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

[R:] That’s interesting. How about the scale?

[C:] The scales are essentially our attempt to solve our problems quantitatively, through logic or rationalization. In my opinion it’s often fruitless, but… always, no, not always… And the clocks and calendars it’s uh… is just… time… our little measurements, it’s like, it’s always chasing after us.

[R:] It is. It is. Uh, How about this Arienette, how does she fit into all this?

[C:] Umm, I’d prefer not to talk about it, in case she’s listening.

[R:] Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize she was a real person.

[C:] She’s not. I made her up.

[R:] Oh, so she’s not real?

[C:] Just as real as you or I.

[R:] I don’t think I understand.

[C:] Neither do I, but after I grow up, I will. I mean a lot… A lot of things: are really unclear for me right now.

[R:] That’s interesting. Ah, now you mentioned your depression…

[C:] …No I didn’t.

[R:] You’re from Nebraska , right?

[C:] Yeah, so?

[R:] Now, let me now if I’m getting too personal, but there seem to be a pretty dark past back there somewhere. What was it like for you growing up?

[C:] Dark? Not really… uh… actually I had a great childhood, my parents were wonderful. I went to a Catholic school. They have… they had money, so… it… It was all… easy. Basically I had everything I wanted, handed to me.

[R:] Really? So some of the references, like babies in bathtubs, are not biographical?

[C:] Well I do have a brother who died in a bathtub. Drowned. Actually, I had five brothers who died that way.

[R: chuckles]

[C:] No, I’m serious. My mother drowned one every year for five consecutive years. They were all named Padraic, so, that’s: They all got one song.

[R:] Hmm.

[C:] It’s kinda like walking out the door to discover it’s a window.

[R:] But your music is certainly very personal.

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

[R:] I see what you mean.

[C:] Can you make that sound stop please?

[R:] Yes! [a bell that has been softly ringing for the duration of the interview becomes silent] And your goal?

[C:] I don’t know. Uh, create feelings, I guess. A song? It never ends up the way you planned it, though.

[R:] That’s funny that you say that, do you think that…

[C:] Do you ever hear things that aren’t really there?

[R:] I’m sorry, what?

[C:] Never mind. How long have you worked at this station?

[R:] Oh, just a few minutes. Uh, now you mentioned empathy for others. Would you say that that is what motivates you to make the music that you make?

[C:] No, not really. It’s more a need for sympathy. I want people to feel sorry for me. I like the feel of the burn of the audience’s eyes on me when I’m whispering all my darkest secrets into the microphone. When I was a kid, I used to carry this safety pin around with me, everywhere I went in my pocket. And when people weren’t paying enough attention to me, I’d dig it into my arm until I started crying. Everyone would stop what they were doing and ask me what was the matter. I guess, I guess I kinda [unintelligible].

[R:] Really? You’re telling me you’re doing all this for attention?

[C:] No, I hate it when people look at me. I get nauseous. In fact, I could care less what people think, about me. Do you feel that? Wanna dance?

[R:] No, I’m feeling sick.

[C:] I really just wanna be warm yellow light that pours all over everyone I love.

[R:] So, uh, you’re gonna play something for us now. Is this a new song?

[C:] Yeah, but I haven’t written it yet. It’s one I’ve been meaning to write, uh, called, “A Song To Pass The Time.”

[R:] Oh, that’s a nice title.

[C:] [mumbles] No, it isn’t. You should write your own scripts.

[R:] Yeah, I know!

Bright Eyes Don’t Know When But A Day Is Gonna Come

Is it true what I heard about the Son of God?

Did he come to save? Did he come at all?

And if I dried his feet with my dirty hair,

would he make me clean again?

They say they don’t know when, but a day is gonna come,

when there won’t be a moon and there won’t be a sun.

It will just go black, it will just go back

to the way it was before.

I knew a lovely girl with such pretty pride,

and every man wanted her, yeah and so did I.

Yeah, and so did I. But she up and died

in a fit of vanity.

Now men with purple hearts carry silver guns.

And they’ll kill a man for what his father’s done.

But what my father did, you know it don’t mean shit.

I’m not him.

And you think I need some discipline, well, I had my share.

I’ve been sent to my room. I’ve been sat in a chair.

And I held my tongue. I didn’t plug my ears.

No, I got a good talking to.

Now I don’t know why, but I still try to smile

when they talk at me like I’m just a child.

Well, I’m not a child. No, I am

much younger than that.

And now I’ve read some books and I’ve grown quite brave.

If I could just speak up, I think I would say

that there is no truth. There is only you

and what you make the truth.

So I’ll just sing my songs, and I’ll pass a hat.

Then I’ll leave your town and I’ll never look back.

No, I don’t look back because the road is clear

and laid out ahead of me.

Now I’ll get home, I’ll meet my friends at our favorite bar.

We’ll get some lighter heads for our heavy hearts.

And we’ll share a drink. Yeah we’ll share our fears

and they will know how I love them.

They will know how I love.

They will know how I love them.

I’m nothing without their love.

Now I don’t know when, but a day is gonna come

when there won’t be a moon and there won’t be a sun.

It will all go black. It will all go back

to the way it’s supposed to be.

Is it true what they say about the Son of God?

Did he die for us? Did he die at all?

And if I sold my soul for a bag of gold to you,

which one of us would be the foolish one?

Which one of us would be the fool?

Which one of us would be the foolish one?

Which one of us would be the fool?

Could you please start explaining?

You know, I need some understanding.

[x3]

I could do good with some explaining.

You know. I want to understand.

Bright Eyes Hungry For A Holiday

The indecencies of city streets

The cleaners’ sweeping trucks from nine to noon

And the factories make clouds

To keep the sun from being jealous like the moon

While the husband holds his house

He hates his children for being green when he is gray

And his wife, she likes to talk on telephones

But just to people far away

Well, the big surprise was televised

On a crowded couch their eyes grew wide and wet

Oh, was it really such a sad event?

You could capture this with camera clips, but it don’t exist

Just light on negatives

Another number on the birthday cake

You should act your age

We were hungry for a holiday

Won’t cooperate with the calendar we found

We just scattered snow-like styrofoam

And sang our christmas carols all through town

And the voices soared, the people joined

With silver coins they filled our cupping hands

And we all agreed, the charity was much in need

Yes, a nobel cause at that

And I met a man, a mannequin

Who stood so still I knew he was afraid

And he preferred a place of permanance

To the awful guessing game of choice and change

Well, the big surprise was telelvised

On a crowded couch our eyes grew wide and wet

Oh yes, it’s really such a sad event

You can’t capture this with camera clips

No, it don’t exist

Just light on negatives

Another candle on a birthday cake

And a wish you make

Well, if the costume fits, keep wearing it

But no Halloween could quite account for this

I guess you’re getting into character

Or just be yourself, if that would help

Or sink completely into someone else

You dreamt of mountains but sometimes a hole

Is more comfortable

Bright Eyes A New Arrangement

If you could change your days

Arranging them in some sweet new sequence

Like any new arrangement is going to make a difference

Because it is the moment that you are living in

And not the one that follows that makes the mess you are cleaning in your head

And time still drags you forward

Although you keep resisting

Because you know it is what you leave behind

You will soon start missing and the people you once counted on

Says its all depending on how you act and how you treat yourself

And that is not very well

So baby when I call for you

I want you to come and explain yourself to everyone

You nod in an acknowledgment of your frequent mood swings

But what good is an acknowledgment

It still don’t change things

We’ve tried all forms of encouragement

And it’s still no better

You can’t seem to fake or force a smile

Not even a little one

So 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

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

Bright Eyes God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen

God rest ye merry, gentlemen

Let nothing you dismay

Remember, Christ, our Saviour

Was born on Christmas day

To save us all from Satan’s power

When we were gone astray

O tidings of comfort and joy,

Comfort and joy

O tidings of comfort and joy

In Bethlehem, in Israel,

This blessed Babe was born

And laid within a manger

Upon this blessed morn

The which His Mother Mary

Did nothing take in scorn

O tidings of comfort and joy,

Comfort and joy

O tidings of comfort and joy

O tidings of comfort and joy,

Comfort and joy

O tidings of comfort and joy

Bright Eyes Easy/Lucky/Free

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 flippant 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)

There is nothing as lucky

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 that 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

There is no one as lucky

Honey, don’t you weep

There is nothing as lucky, as easy, or free

Bright Eyes A Few Minutes On Friday

She kills, with foreign films, the emptiness of day to day

And I wait until the weekend comes

So I can clear this uselessness from my brain

I count the days until she arrives

Those precious minutes when she is mine

As we walk from my front door to her car

We are so close and alone

But that will disappear in a room filled with the warmth

Of others company

There is too much company

I hide my wounded pride and stare off into the other cars

If I could just speak the words to tell her

Exactly how I feel

I count the ways that I might say it

But I know that none of them will work because

She won’t feel the same

I’ve come this far

But I can’t go through with it because the truth would hurt

Too much

This hurts too much

She goes back to the west coast to drink in the sunshine

And I will stay here in these dead plains

And try to make a seed grow

And I would pray for rain

If I thought that that would help

Bright Eyes Emily, Sing Something Sweet

Emily, sing somethin sweet for me

I want to feel the warmth inside your heart.

Emily, sing somethin sweet for me

I need to hear those words out of your mouth.

Emily, sing somethin please

I want to taste life behind your eyes.