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
If I could act like This was my real life, And not some cage where I've been placed, Well then, I could tell you The truth like I used to And not be afraid of sounding fake.
It's not a movie, no private screening This method acting, well, I call that living
For a sunrise or a sunset, you're manic or you're depressed. Will you ever feel ok?
We [ Desaparecidos] try to be the opposite of apathetic. There are so many young people in America that are apathetic.
And I sing and sing of awful things The pleasure that my sadness brings.
I drug your ghost across the country, and we plotted out my death. Every city and memory we whispered "Here is where you rest." Well I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees And I settled for a telephone, sang into your machine: "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
I need some meaning I can memorize. The kind I have always seems to slip my mind.
My feeling is that I think writers in general tend to be self-conscious and it takes a bit of a leap of faith or just not giving a sh-t to write something you know people are going to criticize.
I think in a lot of ways unconditional love is a myth. My mom's the only reason I know it's a real thing.
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. There is nothing as lucky, as easy, or free
You mean nothing to no one but that's nobody's fault.
Little soldier, little insect You know war it has no heart It will kill you in the sunshine Or happily in the the dark Where kindness is a card game Or a bent up cigarette In the trenches, in the hard rain With a bullet and a bet.
Everything must belong somewhere. I know that now, that's why I'm staying here.
And in the morning when the sun rise. Look in the water, see the blue sky. As if heaven has been laid there at our feet.