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
Last few months I've been living with this couple, yeah, you know the kind who buy everything in doubles, I love their love and I am thankful, that someone has actually recieved the prize that was promised, by all those fairy tales that drugged us, but still to me I'm sick lonely, no laurel tree, just green envy will my number come up eventually, like love's some kind of lottery where you scratch and see what's underneath Its' sorry, just one cherry, I'll play again get lucky.
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.
It's not what you know, but what you're thinking half the time
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 it all boils down to one quotable phrase... "If you love something, give it away.
Cause I swear that I'm dying, slowly but its happining.
It's kind of a practical thing to do it this way,
I'll start drinking like the way I drank before. And I just won't have a future anymore.
Last few months I've been living with this couple,yeah, you know the kind who buy everything in doubles,I love their love and I am thankful,that someone has actually recieved the prize that was promised,by all those fairy tales that drugged us,but still to me I'm sick lonely, no laurel tree, just green envywill my number come up eventually, like love's some kind of lotterywhere you scratch and see what's underneathIts' sorry, just one cherry, I'll play againget lucky.
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...
So we decided we'd basically go on tour twice and play the same places.
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
Well, winter's gonna end I'm gonna clean these veins again So close to dying that I finally can start living