Biografia:
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
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Outras músicas:
- A Few Minutes On Friday
- A Perfect Sonnet
- A Spindle, A Darkness, A Fever And A Necklace
- Arc Of Time
- Arienette
- At The Bottom Of Everything
- Blue Christmas
- Bowl Of Oranges
- Breezy
- City Has Sex
- Clairaudients
- Coyote Song
- Crazy As A Loon
- Devil Town
- Endless Entertainment
- First Day Of My Life
- Four Winds
- Going For The Gold
- Gold Mine Gutted
- Happy Birthday To Me
- Hot Knives
- I Believe In Symmetry
- I Must Belong Somewhere
- I Woke Up With This Song In My Head This Morning
- I've Been Eating For You
- It's Cool We Can Still Be Friends
- Its Cool We Can Still Be Friends
- Kathy With A K's Song
- Landlocked Blues
- Laura Laurent
- Light Pollution
- Lime Tree
- Lover I Don't Have To Love
- Lover I Dont Have To Love
- Lua
- Make War
- Mushaboom
- Neely Ohara
- No One Would Riot For Less
- Poison Oak
- Road To Joy
- Shell Games
- Smoke Without Fire
- Something Vague
- Song To Pass The Time
- Soul Singer In The Session Band
- Spring Cleaning
- Sunrise Sunset
- Susan Miller Rag
- The Calendar Hung Itself
- The First Noel
- Tourist Trap
- Train Underwater
- We Are Nowhere And It's Now
- We Nowher And It's Now
- When The Curious Girl Realizes She Is Under Glass
- You Will
- Lover I Don’t Have To Love
- Old Soul Song
- A Celebration Upon Completion
- A Line Allows Progress A Circle Does Not
- A Machine Spiritual In The Peoples Key
- A Poetic Retelling Of An Unfortunate Seduction
- A Scale A Mirror And Those Indifferent Clocks
- A Song To Pass The Time
- Act Of Contrition
- Amy In The White Coat
- An Attempt To Tip The Scales
- Another Travelin Song
- Another Travellin Song
- At The Bottom Of Eveything
- Awful Sweetness Of Escaping Sweat
- Bad Blood
- Beach Bum Song
- Beginners Mind
- Big Old House
- Big Picture
- Black Comedy
- Blue Angels Air Show
- Burn Rubber
- Cartoon Blues
- Cassadaga
- Classic Cars
- Cleanse Song
- Coat Check Dream Song
- Contrast And Compare
- Devil In The Details
- Difference In The Shades
- Dont Know When But A Day Is Gonna Come
- Down In A Rabbit Hole
- Drunk Kid Catholic
- Easy Lucky Free
- Empty Canyon Empty Canteen
- Entry Way Song
- Falling Out Of Love At This Volume
- False Advertising
- Feb 15Th
- Fevers And Mirrors
- Firewall
- From A Balance Beam
- Go Find Yourself A Dry Place
- Haile Selassie
- Haligh Haligh A Lie Haligh
- Happy Accident
- Hit The Switch
- Hundreds Of Ways
- I Know You
- I Will Be Grateful For This Day
- I Wont Ever Be Happy Again
- If The Brakeman Turns My Way
- If Winter Ends
- Ill Be Your Friend
- Im Wide Awake Its Morning
- Ive Been Eating For You
- Jejune Stars
- June On The West Coast
- Kathy With A Ks Song
- Ladder Song
- Land Locked Blues
- Lava Monster
- Let The Distance Bring Us Together
- Lets Not Shit Ourselves
- Lifted
- Loose Leaves
- Lovers Turn Into Monsters
- Make A Plan To Love Me
- Messenger Birds Song
- Method Acting
- Middle Man
- Middleman
- Motion Sickness
- Movement Of A Hand
- Napoleons Hat Chords
- New Arrangement
- No Lies Just Love
- No Prayer
- Nothing Gets Crossed Out
- Oh You Are The Roots That Sleep Beneath My Feet And Hold The Earth In Place
- One Foot In Front Of The Other
- One For You One For Me
- One Straw Please
- Ouja
- Padraic My Prince
- Padriac My Price
- Padriac My Prince
- Papa Was A Rodeo
- Patient Hope In New Snow
- Perfect Sonnet
- Piata Theme
- Puella Quam Est Amo Pulchra
- Pull My Hair
- Reinvent The Wheel
- Run
- Saturday As Usual
- Seashell Tale
- Sharp Cutting Wings Song To A Poet
- Ship In A Bottle
- Singularity
- Soon You Will Be Leaving Your Man
- Southern State
- Spent On Rainy Days
- Stray Dog Freedom
- Take It Easy Love Nothing
- The City Has Sex
- The Joy In Forgetting The Joy In Accepting
- The Vanishing Act
- Theme From Pinata
- Theme From Piniata
- To Love And To Be Loved
- Trees Get Wheeled Away
- Triple Spiral
- Tripped
- True Blue
- Vanishing Act
- Waste Of Paint
- We Are Free Men
- We Are Nowhere And Its Now
- We Nowher And Its Now
- Weather Reports
- Well Whisky
- When The President Talks To God
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!
This is an extension of the version tabbed by Papa Torry.
I have just Augmented the file so it just contains the chords
and added chords to the rest of the verses.
[Intro]
C, E, Am, F, G x4
C E
The animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness.
Am F G
baby cries hard in an apartment complex,
C E
As I pass in a car buried under the influence.
Am F G
The city's driving me out of my mind.
C E
I've seen a child is caught in the sad trap of gravity.
Am F G
He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree,
C E
And lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity.
Am F G
Next time he will not aim so high.
Am G C
Yeah, next time, neither will I.
C E
A mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges.
Am F G
Her family is reduced to names on a shopping list.
C E
Meanwhile, a coroner kneels, beneath a great, wooden crucifix.
Am F G
He knows that there are worse things than being alone.
C E
So, I've learned to retreat at the first sign of danger.
Am F G
I mean, why wait around, if it's just to surrender?
C E
Ambition, I've found, can only lead to failure.
Am F G
I do not read the reviews.
Am G C
No, I am not singing for you.
C, E, Am, F, G x4.
Am, G, C
C E
I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well.
Am F G
And I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help.
C E
With all these wishes I make, I should buy something real,
Am F G
At least a telephone call home.
C E
Well, my teachers, they built the retaining wall memory,
Am F G
All those multiple choices I answered so quickly.
C E
And I got my grades back and forgot just as easily,
Am F G
But at least I got an 'A'.
Am G C
So I don't have them to blame.
C E
I should stop pointing fingers; reserve my judgment
Am F G
Of all those public action figures, the cowboy president.
C E
So loud behind the bullhorn, so proud they can't admit
Am F G
When they've made a mistake.
C E
While poison ink spews from a speechwriter's pen,
Am F G
He knows he don't have to say it, so it don't bother him.
C E
"Honesty" "Accuracy" are really just "Popular Opinion."
Am F G
And the approval rating's high.
Am G C
And so someone's gonna die.
C E
Well, ABC, NBC, CBS: Bullshit.
Am F G
They give us fact or fiction? I guess an even split.
C E
And each new act of war is tonight's entertainment.
Am F G
We are still the pawns in their game.
C E
As they take an eye for an eye until no one can see,
Am F G
And we must stumble blindly forward, repeating history.
C E
Well, I guess that we all fit into your slogan on the fast food marquee:
Am F G
Red blooded, White skinned oh and the Blues.
Am G C
Oh, and the Blues? I got the Blues! That's me! That's me!
C, E, Am, F, G x4
Am, G, C
C E
Well, I awoke in relief. My sheets and tubes were all tangled.
Am F G
Weak from whiskey and pills, in a Chicago hospital.
C E
My father was there, in a chair by the window,
Am F G
staring so far away.
C E
I tried talking, just whispered, "...so sorry...so selfish..."
Am F G
He stopped me and said, "Child I love you regardless
C E
And there is nothing you could do that would ever change this.
Am F G
I'm not angry. It hap-pens.
Am G C
But you just can't do it again.
C E
So now I try to keep up, I have been exchanging my currency.
Am F G
While a million objects pass through my periphery.
C E
So now I am rubbing my eyes because they are starting to bother me.
Am F G
I've been staring too long at the screen.
C E
But where was it when I first heard that sweet sound of humility?
Am F G
It came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest of melodies.
C E
How grateful I was then to be part of the mystery;
Am F G
To love and to be loved.
Am G C
Let's just hope that is enough.
C, E, Am, F, G x4
Am, G, C
I have just Augmented the file so it just contains the chords
and added chords to the rest of the verses.
[Intro]
C, E, Am, F, G x4
C E
The animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness.
Am F G
baby cries hard in an apartment complex,
C E
As I pass in a car buried under the influence.
Am F G
The city's driving me out of my mind.
C E
I've seen a child is caught in the sad trap of gravity.
Am F G
He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree,
C E
And lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity.
Am F G
Next time he will not aim so high.
Am G C
Yeah, next time, neither will I.
C E
A mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges.
Am F G
Her family is reduced to names on a shopping list.
C E
Meanwhile, a coroner kneels, beneath a great, wooden crucifix.
Am F G
He knows that there are worse things than being alone.
C E
So, I've learned to retreat at the first sign of danger.
Am F G
I mean, why wait around, if it's just to surrender?
C E
Ambition, I've found, can only lead to failure.
Am F G
I do not read the reviews.
Am G C
No, I am not singing for you.
C, E, Am, F, G x4.
Am, G, C
C E
I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well.
Am F G
And I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help.
C E
With all these wishes I make, I should buy something real,
Am F G
At least a telephone call home.
C E
Well, my teachers, they built the retaining wall memory,
Am F G
All those multiple choices I answered so quickly.
C E
And I got my grades back and forgot just as easily,
Am F G
But at least I got an 'A'.
Am G C
So I don't have them to blame.
C E
I should stop pointing fingers; reserve my judgment
Am F G
Of all those public action figures, the cowboy president.
C E
So loud behind the bullhorn, so proud they can't admit
Am F G
When they've made a mistake.
C E
While poison ink spews from a speechwriter's pen,
Am F G
He knows he don't have to say it, so it don't bother him.
C E
"Honesty" "Accuracy" are really just "Popular Opinion."
Am F G
And the approval rating's high.
Am G C
And so someone's gonna die.
C E
Well, ABC, NBC, CBS: Bullshit.
Am F G
They give us fact or fiction? I guess an even split.
C E
And each new act of war is tonight's entertainment.
Am F G
We are still the pawns in their game.
C E
As they take an eye for an eye until no one can see,
Am F G
And we must stumble blindly forward, repeating history.
C E
Well, I guess that we all fit into your slogan on the fast food marquee:
Am F G
Red blooded, White skinned oh and the Blues.
Am G C
Oh, and the Blues? I got the Blues! That's me! That's me!
C, E, Am, F, G x4
Am, G, C
C E
Well, I awoke in relief. My sheets and tubes were all tangled.
Am F G
Weak from whiskey and pills, in a Chicago hospital.
C E
My father was there, in a chair by the window,
Am F G
staring so far away.
C E
I tried talking, just whispered, "...so sorry...so selfish..."
Am F G
He stopped me and said, "Child I love you regardless
C E
And there is nothing you could do that would ever change this.
Am F G
I'm not angry. It hap-pens.
Am G C
But you just can't do it again.
C E
So now I try to keep up, I have been exchanging my currency.
Am F G
While a million objects pass through my periphery.
C E
So now I am rubbing my eyes because they are starting to bother me.
Am F G
I've been staring too long at the screen.
C E
But where was it when I first heard that sweet sound of humility?
Am F G
It came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest of melodies.
C E
How grateful I was then to be part of the mystery;
Am F G
To love and to be loved.
Am G C
Let's just hope that is enough.
C, E, Am, F, G x4
Am, G, C
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