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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I Will Be Grateful for This Day Lyrics
Bright Eyes
I had a girl I knew, She grew, became a woman now
I think that she teaches at
one of the schools downtown
We used to roll the windows down and play the music loud
Smoking out in her car
Lost in west Omaha
And we'd get drunk and kiss, our bodies twist like shoelaces
And we never came untied
I guess you were just my type
You know that summer never stopped, I still pretend I'm there
The band's in the living room
The neighbors, they never cared
So when I sat behind the drumset
Your heartbeat's what I tried to play
But with the kick and snare so careless, not in time
So you got ahead of me
And I guess I'm still dragging behind
I had a friend who changed his name but couldn't change himself
Never quite figured out
How to deal with what life had dealt
He put a needle in his arm to calm his handsome hell
Who would've imagined it
Could've worked out so well?
Now he's a shape that moves like echoes through my empty room
And there's a voice that speaks
Like someone's right behind me
I turned around and found exactly what you would expect
The clothes I left on my floor
The papers piled on my desk
But where the ink is wet, the cause, effects, what's meant by it?
The story that is incomplete
The picture's left unfinished
So I am writing my own ending
I let my pen bleed black or blue
And I will color in the meaning
It will be gold and green and shrewd
And I'll learn to love my new discovered proof
I'll be grateful for this day
I will be grateful for each day to come