The Calendar Hung Itself…
from Fevers and Mirrors (Remastered) by Bright Eyes
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lyrics
Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head? And does he sing to you incessantly from the place between your bed and wall? Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes? Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you. Does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched and does he cry through broken sentences like I love you far too much? Does he lay awake listening to your breath? Worried that you smoke too many cigarettes. Is he coughing now on a bathroom floor? For every speck of tile there are a thousand more that you won’t ever see but most
hold inside yourself eternally. I drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death. In every city, memories would whisper, “Here is where you rest.” I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees and I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine. “You are my sunshine, my only suNshine...” I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her. She had eyes bright enough to burn me. They reminded me of yours. In a story told she was a little girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field and there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed. And it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands. And it stretched for centuries to a diary entry’s end where I wrote, “...You make me happy when the skies are gray...You make me happy...the skies are gray and gray and gray....”
Well the clock’s heart it hangs inside its open chest with its hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself...but I will not weep for those dying days. For all the ones who have left there are a few that stayed. And they found me here and pulled me from the grass where I was laid.
hold inside yourself eternally. I drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death. In every city, memories would whisper, “Here is where you rest.” I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees and I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine. “You are my sunshine, my only suNshine...” I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her. She had eyes bright enough to burn me. They reminded me of yours. In a story told she was a little girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field and there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed. And it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands. And it stretched for centuries to a diary entry’s end where I wrote, “...You make me happy when the skies are gray...You make me happy...the skies are gray and gray and gray....”
Well the clock’s heart it hangs inside its open chest with its hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself...but I will not weep for those dying days. For all the ones who have left there are a few that stayed. And they found me here and pulled me from the grass where I was laid.
credits
from Fevers and Mirrors (Remastered),
released November 4, 2016
Todd Baechle - keyboards
Joe Knapp - drumset, percussion
Andy Lemaster - guitars, percussion
Matt Maginn - bass
Mike Mogis - tongue drum, guiro
Conor Oberst - vocals
Todd Baechle - keyboards
Joe Knapp - drumset, percussion
Andy Lemaster - guitars, percussion
Matt Maginn - bass
Mike Mogis - tongue drum, guiro
Conor Oberst - vocals
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Bright Eyes Omaha, Nebraska
Bright Eyes are the Omaha, Nebraska based band consisting of Conor Oberst, Mike Mogis, and Nathaniel Walcott.
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