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
From that job that makes you sleep back to the thoughts that keep you awake...
I never camped as a kid, but I really got into camping and sleeping outdoors. I've also done some amazing river floats in New Mexico and Idaho. It's peaceful and awesome.
I've cried, and you'd think I'd be better for it, but the sadness just sleeps, and it stays in my spine the rest of my life.
And I never thought this life was possible,You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for. In polaroids you were dressed in women's clothes Were you made ashamed, why'd you lock them in a drawer? Well, I don't think that I ever loved you more Well let the poets cry themselves to sleep And all their tearful words will turn back into steam The sound of loneliness makes me happier
Let the poets cry themselves to sleep, and all their tearful words will turn back into steam.
They say it's better to bury your sadness in a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring to wake from its sleep and burst into green.
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...
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