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!
CG The rain it started tappin, on the window near my bed
DmG There was a loophole in my dreamin, so I got out of it
AmF And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open
DmG To my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been
CG So I dressed myself and left them, out into the grey streets
DmG But everything seemed different, completely new to me
AmF The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body
DmG And each person I encountered, I couldn’t wait to meet
CG And I came upon a doctor, who appeared in quite poor health
DmG I said there’s nothing that I can do for you that you can’t do for yourself
AmF He said “Oh yes you can just hold my hand, I think that that would help”
DmG So I sat with him a while, and I asked him how he felt
He said "I think I'm cured. In fact I'm sure. Thank you stranger,
G for your therapeutic smile."
Interlude: CGDmGAmFG
CG So that’s how I learned the lesson, that everyone’s alone
DmG And eyes must do some raining, if you’re ever gonna grow
AmF And when cryin don’t help, you can’t compose yourself it’s best to compose a poem
DmG An honest Verse of longing, or a simple song of hope
CG That’s why I’m singin’ baby don’t worry, cause now I got you back
DmG And every time you feel like crying, I’m gonna try and make you laugh
AmF And if I can’t, if it just hurts too bad, then we’ll wait for it to pass
DmG And I will keep you company, for those days so long and black
CG And we’ll keep working on the problem, that no one ever solved
DmG Of love’s uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole
AmF But if the world could remain within a frame, like a painting on a wall
DmG Then I think we’d see the beauty and, we’d stand staring in awe
At our still lives posed, like a bowl of oranges
Like a story told, of fault lines, and soul, ohh, ohh