Bright Eyes es una banda de indie rock conformada por el guitarrista y cantautor Conor Oberst, el multiinstrumentista y productor Mike Mogis, y una alineación rotativa de colaboradores provenientes principalmente de la escena indie de Omaha, Nebraska. La facilidad que tiene Oberst para la crítica social y la filosofía le han hecho ganarse comparaciones con Bob Dylan, aunque sus temas más oscuros, de depresión, ansiedad y alcoholismo tienen más reminiscencias a Leonard Cohen o a Simon Joyner.
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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
then; F#m...E...F#m...E
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....