Forleden udsendte Wilco en fremragende liveplade, “Kicking Television”. Og skulle det ikke være levende post-americana nok, er Bright Eyes nu også ude på den bane med koncertudgivelsen “Motion Sickness”. Optaget på verdenstouren i år, indeholder den sange fra hele deres hurtige karriere, ikke mindst fra seneste udgivelse – og mesterværk! – “I’m Wide Awake, It’s Morning”, hvis bedste sang “Lua” dog desværre ikke er med. Den er så istedet repræsenteret i ord her nedenunder. Pastoren vil sikkert kun sige negative ting , men mig, jeg synes det er ren verdenslitteratur…
LUA
I know that it is freezing, but I think we have to walk
I keep waving at the taxi’s, they keep turning their lights off
But Julie knows a party at some actors West side loft
Supplies are endless in the evening, by the morning they’ll be gone
When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend
I’ll get a coffee and the paper, have my own conversations
I see the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
The mask I polish in the evening, by the morning looks like shit
And I know you have a heavy heart, I can feel it when we kiss
So many men stronger then me have thrown their backs out, trying to lift it
But me I’m not a gamble, you can count on me to split
The love I sell you in the evening, by the morning won’t exist
You’re looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black
Just keep going to the bathroom, always say you’ll be right back
Well, it takes one to know and kid, I think you’ve got it bad
But what’s so easy in the evening, by the morning’s such a drag
I got a flask inside my pocket, we can share it on the train
And if you promise to stay conscious I will try and do the same
We may die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain
What was normal in the evening, by the morning seems insane
And I’m not sure what the trouble was, that started all of this
The reasons all have run away, but the feeling never did
It’s not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live
Cause what is simple in the moonlight, by the morning never is
And what’s so simple in the moonlight, now it’s so complicated
And what’s so simple in the moonlight, so simple in the moonlight
So simple in the moonlight…
© Conor Oberst
