Conor Oberst
Conor Oberst
Conor Mullen Oberstis an American singer-songwriter best known for his work in Bright Eyes. He has also played in several other bands, including Desaparecidos, Norman Bailer, Commander Venus, Park Ave., Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band, Arab Strap and Monsters of Folk. Oberst was named the Best Songwriter of 2008 by Rolling Stone magazine...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionFolk Singer
Date of Birth15 February 1980
CityOmaha, NE
CountryUnited States of America
I went right from wunderkind to washed up. Old. Been around too long. That's just the way I feel. That's my internal dialogue.
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.
I started to sink like the moon tends to do if you stare at it too long Then you blink and it's gone
Joe Arpaio needs no help from me getting attention. For years he has been a beacon of bigotry and intolerance for all the world to see. The list of human and civil-rights abuses he's committed in Maricopa County is long and well documented.
As long as I can buy records and books and maybe some clothes, I'm pretty stoked. I don't need a yacht or anything.
And we will share a drink. Yeah we will 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 am nothing without their love.
I want a lover I don't have to love
We're all too busy working, entertaining ourselvesforty hours television and prescription pillswell I take two a day to make my brain behaveIt never does but who's to say at least my doctor gets paid.
We're all too busy working, entertaining ourselves forty hours television and prescription pills well I take two a day to make my brain behave It never does but who's to say at least my doctor gets paid.
From that job that makes you sleepback to the thoughts that keep you awake...
From that job that makes you sleep back to the thoughts that keep you awake...
I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers/ And laid entwined together in a bed of clover/ Left there to sleep/ Left there to dream of happiness.
Cause I swear that I'm dying, slowly but its happining.
But these are days we dream about, when the sunlight paints us goldAnd this apartment could not be prettier as we danced up there alone