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.
The way my life's structured, I don't stay in a place for more than a couple months.
Music becomes very personal. When you marry a message you want to send out into the world with good music, all of a sudden you have a very potent way of delivering your message.
In many ways Bright Eyes is really a studio project. We form bands to tour, but it really is - you know, we take the songs and we figure out how to decorate them and it's all in the studio; we build the songs that way.
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 quotable frase; if you love something, give it away!
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.
So we decided we'd basically go on tour twice and play the same places.
I want a lover I don't have to love
You write such pretty words, But life's no storybook. Love's an excuse to get hurt. And to hurt. Do you like to hurt? I do, I do. Then hurt me, Then hurt me, Then hurt me...
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
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
When everything is lonely I can be my best friend.