Conor Oberst has been recording since the age of 13. In addition to Oberst, Bright Eyes consists of multi-instrumentalist/producer , horn player and keyboardist Nate Walcott and a rotating lineup of collaborators drawn primarily from Omaha's indie music scene, where Oberst grew up. In the past few years since the release of Lifted or The Story Is in the Soil, Keep Your Ear to the Ground, the fourth full-length album under the Bright Eyes moniker, the Bright Eyes tale has taken many unexpected twists and turns. Conor Oberstand his ever-changing line up of musical comrades appeared on “The Late Show with David Letterman,†“The Late Late Show with Craig Kilborn,†and were a prominent addition to the MTV2-televised 2003 Shortlist Awards. In October of 2004 he was invited to join Bruce Springsteenand R.E.M.on an arena tour of swing states in advance of the presidential election.
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Bottom of Everything (We Must Sing) Lyrics
Bright Eyes
we must talk in every telephone, we must be eaten on the web
we must rip out all the epilogues from the books that we have read
and in the face of every criminal strapped firmly to a chair
we must stare, we must stare, we must stare
we must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell
set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell
and in the ear of every anarchist who sleeps but doesn't dream
we must sing, we must sing, we must sing
while my mother waters plants, my father loads his gun
he says death will give us back to god just like setting sun
he's returned to the lonesome ocean
we're gonna blend into the choir, singing static
you must memorize my numbers and deny we have a soul
and in endless race from property and privilege to be won
we must run, we must run, we must run
we must hang up in the belfry where the bats laugh
me must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past
and in the caverns of tomorrow with only our flashlights and our love
we must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge
and then we'll get down there...you know way down to the very bottom of everything and we'll
sing oh my god
all my morning is coming fast
the whole world is waking up
with the city buses swimming past
I'm happy just because
I've found out I am really no one