Bright Eyes é o projeto do cantor e compositor Conor Oberst, nascido em Omaha, Nebraska, que tem produzido música desde os 13 anos de idade. Ele lançou seus dois primeiros álbuns aos 14 anos com a banda Commander Venus. Depois do fim desta, em 1997, o principal objetivo de Conor se tornou Bright Eyes, e em 1998 ele lançou seu primeiro álbum, A Collection of Songs Written and Recorded 1995 1997 (uma coleção de 20 músicas inéditas), com a gravadora independente Saddle Creek
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
GAm Some plans were made and rice was thrown CD A house was built, a baby born CD How time can move both fast and slow G Amazes me GAm And so I raise my glass to symmetry CD To the second hand and its accuracy CD To the actual size of everything G The desert is the sand Em You can't hold it in your hand C It won't bow to your demands Am There's no difference you can make D There's no difference you can make Em And if it seems like an accident C A collage of senselessness Am You aren't looking hard enough D I wasn't looking hard enough
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GAm An argument for consciousness CD The instinct of the blind insect CD Who makes love to the flower bed G And dies in the first freeze GAm Oh I want to learn such simple things CD No politics, no history CD Till what I want and what I need G Can finally be the same Em I just got myself to blame C Is everything up to fate Am When there's choices I could make D When there's choices I could make Em Yeah, my heart needs a polygraph C Always so eager to pack my bags Am When I really wanna stay D When I really wanna stay
Em - C - Am - D When I wanna stay (x4)
Change....
G The arc of time, the stench of sex G The innocence you can't protect D Each quarter note, each marble step D Walk up and down that lonely treble clef C Each wanting the next one G Each wanting the next one to arrive C Each wanting the next one G Each wanting the next one to arrive
G An argument for consciousness G The instinct of the blind insect D Who never thinks not to accept its fate D That's fate, that's happiness and death C You get to the next one G You get to the next on down the line C You get to the next one G You get to the next on down the line
G The remedy of longing that G Distills each dream and the song I had D By morning watered down again D On silver stars I wish and wish and wish
C Move on to the next one G Move on to the next one down the line C Move on to the next one G Move on to the next one down the line C You get to the next one G You get to the next on down the line C You get to the next one G You get to the next on down the line