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saturday’s song – day 193

today’s pick is “road to joy” by bright eyes.

this song is a fun one. a dark one, but a fun one.

conor oberst (bright eyes) served up some of the best analytical, observant, wry and melodramatic lyrics back in the late ’90s and early ’00s. particularly when it came to self realizations (and the self-medicated, tortured artist soul), culture, politics, and all the in-between.

naturally, as the artist and audience begin to grow and mature, certain songs and albums can start to become less relatable and looked back upon as merely commentary for/about people coming of age. the beauty of it all is, as one group of listeners outgrow particular albums and/or genres, those songs left behind start to take hold of a new generation and interpretations can take on whole new meanings… breathing life back into something that was on the cusp of being placed back on a dusty shelf, and saved for a rainy day.

it’s so neat how powerful music is and can be.

enjoy.
xo


The sun came up with no conclusion

Flowers sleeping in their beds
This city’s cemetery’s humming
I’m wide-awake, it’s morning

I have my drugs, I have my woman
They keep away my loneliness
My parents have they have their religion
But sleep in separate houses

I read the body count out of the paper
And now it’s written all over my face
No one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter
Sometimes that’s just the most comfortable place

So I’m drinking, breathing, writing, singing
Everyday I’m on the clock
My mind races with all my longings
But cant keep up with what I got

I hope I don’t sound too ungrateful
What history gave modern man
A telephone to talk to strangers
Machine guns and a camera lens

So when you’re asked to fight a war that’s over nothing
It’s best to join the side that’s gonna win
And no one’s sure how all of this got started
But we’re gonna make them goddam certain how its gonna end
Oh ya we will, oh ya we will!

Well I could have been a famous singer
If I had someone else’s voice
But failure’s always sounded better
Let’s fuck it up boys, make some noise!

The sun came up with no conclusion
Flowers sleeping in their beds
This city’s cemetery’s humming
I’m wide-awake, it’s morning

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