Bright Eyes is an indie rock band consisting mainly of American singer, guitarist, and songwriter Conor Oberst. Bright Eyes also features multi-instrumentalist/producer Mike Mogis, keyboard player Nate Walcott and a rotating lineup of collaborators drawn primarily from Omaha, Nebraska, United States' indie music scene. Having been deeply influenced early on by singer-songwriters David Dondero and Simon Joyner, Conor Oberst has been recording music since the age of 13.
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
F#m11....................................................E The barons of industry put inspiration on Hitler’s tongue
.F#m11...........................................................E. The next century crashed hard with a loud sound like a starting gun
......F#m11........................E....................... It’s race for acquisition and to make more things that glow
.........F#m11..........................E......... I got a knack for dodging bullets and flying zeros
.....Dadd2..........E............Dadd2.............E.. So I act like I am rich, try and make it my whole look
.............A.....E......Dm..................... Cause poor people don’t exist when times are good
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F#m11..................................................E Mozart’s foster parents put cigarettes out in his ears
.............F#m11.........................................................E When he got old enough to stutter he said I don’t listen but I-I-I can hear
.....F#m11...........................E.................. The eloquence of traffic, yeah the milk ponds sad lament
.......F#m11.....................E.................. It’s a requiem of moments I keep living through them
................Dadd2...........E........................Dadd2.............E... But where’s the monster in the closet? I can’t find the hangman inside his hood
........A.....E......Dm..................... I guess evil don’t exist when times are good
Doctor Oppenheimer winced when he felt the broken piece of his pace-maker, Unbuttoned his shirt on a subway platform clutching his chest while his vision blurred, He saw the bane of his creation, the destroyer of the world, Yeah, truth can lead to solace or a life long bender, It’s like wading through a wasteland where a town you love once stood, You just cry each time you think of when times were good,
Napoleon’s tailor dressed him in a giant hat and funny platform shoes, Saying anyone can be a hero you just got to force people to look up to you, So when you’re talking on a hotline to a suicidal soul, Don’t let your voice sound like hot coffee more like a scented pillow....