[EN 7 FRASES] Conor Oberst

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1.- 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 arrogance. 

 

(A Perfect Sonnet, Every Day and Every night EP, 1999 – Bright Eyes)

 

 

2.- And your eyes must do some raining if you’re ever gonna grow. When crying don’t help, you can’t compose yourself, it’s best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or a simple song of hope.

 

(Bowl of Oranges, Lifted or The Story is in the Soil, Keep Your Ear to the Ground LP, 2002 – Bright Eyes)

 

 

3.- You write such pretty words but life’s no story book. Love’s an excuse to get hurt and to hurt. Do you like to hurt? Then hurt me.

 

(Lover I Don’t Have to Love, Lifted or The Story is in the Soil, Keep Your Ear to the Ground LP, 2002 – Bright Eyes)

 

 

4.- 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, Motion Sickenss: Live Recordings, 2005 – Bright Eyes)

 

 

5.- Well ABC, NBC, CBS: Bullshit. They give us fact or fiction? I guess an even split. And each new act of war is 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.

 

(Let’s No Shit Ourselves (To Love and Be Loved), Lifted or The Story is in the Soil, Keep Your Ear to the Ground LP, 2002 – Bright Eyes)

 

 

6.- 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 Believe in Symmetry, Digital Ash in a Digital Urn, 2005 – Bright Eyes)

 

 

7.- And me I’m in my bedroom drawing in my notebook ‘cause my hand thinks I’m an artist but my heart knows I’m a poet. It’s just words, they mean so little to me. I can’t seem to deal with total trust, there is something very wrong with me.

 

(Saturday As Usual, A Collection of Songs Written and Recorded 1995–1997, 1998 – Bright Eyes)

 

 

 

 

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