Conor Oberst og hans Bright Eyes kommer aldrig til at lave en bedre sang end denne…
…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 might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain
But what was normal in the evening by the morning seems insane…
Jeg foretrækker First Day Of My Life – skøn molodi! og en fin fin tekst.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zwFS69nA-1w
– Det er også en sød video, synes jeg, instrueret af John Cameron Mitchell.
Åh, forkert link oven for. Her er den rigtige version: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=712bGHPMLuQ
Så skulle det da lige være den her: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_ywjV-woGk
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“I Must Belong Somewhere”
Leave the bright blue door on the whitewashed wall
Leave the death ledger under city hall
Leave the joyful air in that rubber ball today
Just leave the lilac print on the linen sheet
Leave the birds you killed at your father’s feet
Let the sideways rain in the crooked street remain
Leave the whimpering dog in his cold kennel
Leave the dead starlet on her pedestal
Leave the acid kids in their green fishbowls today
Leave the sad guitar in its hardshell case
Leave the worried look on your lover’s face
Let the orange embers in the fireplace remain
‘Cause everything it must belong somewhere
A train off in the distance, bicycle chained to the stairs
Everything it must belong somewhere
I know that now, that’s why I’m staying here
Leave the ocean’s roar in the turquoise shell
Leave the widower in his private hell
Leave the liberty in that broken bell today
Just leave the epic poem on its yellowed page
Leave the gray macaw in his covered cage
Let the traveling band on the interstate remain
‘Cause everything it must belong somewhere
Sound stage in California, televisions in Times Square
Yeah, everything it must belong somewhere
I know that now, that’s why I’m staying here
Well I know that now, that’s why I’m staying here
Leave the secret talks on the trundle bed
Leave the garden tools in that rusted shed
Leave those bad ideas in your troubled head today
Just leave the restless ghost in his old hotel
Leave the homeless man in that cardboard cell
Let the painted horse on the carousel remain
‘Cause everything it must belong somewhere
Just like the gold around her finger or the silver in his hair
Yeah, everything it must belong somewhere
I know that now, that’s why I’m staying here
Oh I know that now, that’s why I’m staying here
In truth the forest hears each sound
Each blade of grass as it lies down
The world requires no audience
No witnesses, no witnesses
Leave the old town drunk on his wooden stool
Leave the autumn leaves in their swimming pool
Leave the poor black child in his crumbling school today
Leave the novelist in his daydream tune
Leave the scientist in her Rubik’s cube
Let the true genius in the padded room remain
Leave the horse’s hair on the slanted bow
Leave the slot machines on the riverboat
Leave the cauliflower in the casserole today
Just leave the hot bright trash in the shopping malls
Leave the hawks of war in their capitols
Let the organ’s moan in the cathedral remain
‘Cause everything it must belong somewhere
They locked the Devil in the basement, threw God up into the air
Yeah, everything it must belong somewhere
You know it’s true, I wish you’d leave me here
Now you know it’s true, why don’t you leave me here?