Worldwide lyrics - Conor Oberst

I don't smoke in the morning, can't get no sleep
That's the time for thinking what's going to be
I had a good thing going, but it didn't stay
Don't make no plans anymore, except to go away

The table's set and now the guests will be here soon
Lying for a living, I guess that's what I do

You got to get me out of here
I always heard that the world is wide
There's a price you pay for a summer's day
When you leave it all behind

You got to get me out of here
I see it clear when I shut my eyes
There's a place to go when the winter's cold
Leave it all behind

I can always find you like the sweet north star
It doesn't really matter now where you are
If you are in trouble, I'm in trouble too
I've fallen through a trap door into you

No bones, no ghosts, I threw my passport in the trash
I don't need my face now that the wind is at my back

You gotta me out of here
I always heard that the world is wide
There's a price you pay for a summer's day
When you leave it all behind

You gotta get me out of here
I see clear when I shut my eyes
There's a place to go when the winter's cold
Leave it all behind

You gotta get me out of here
I gotta shut my eyes
Gotta get me out of here
Leave it all behind

Gotta get me out of here
Gotta to shut my eyes
Gotta get me out of here
I know the world is wide

Roosevelt Room lyrics - Conor Oberst

Hey there, son of Adam
Hey there, daughter of Eve
Help me sing this tear gas riot song
For some fresh-faced police

They won't even know what hit 'em
When they lift their Roman shades
And the people's sun comes pouring in
On a brand new day

You who dammed the river
You changed our mountain's name
First we want Denali back
Then we're taking over Washington state

You get death as a consolation
You know only hate and rage
You paid a dowry for your child bride
And now she's living like a slave

A prayer came down the wire
It was all in the enemy's code
You couldn't figure out what mercy meant
So you did like you were told

When they finally sent the doctors
Once the fireball went out
There was nothing left but the cockroaches
And a movie with no sound

What good, what good are you
With your Cherokee trail and your Roosevelt Room?
What good, what good are you
With your Seneca plague and your Arlington tomb?

Go ask Hunter Thompson
Go ask Hemingway's ghost
It all catches up with you
Once you get just a little too old

Take a hard look in the mirror
It's a thing that you cannot see
Your shadow's long but the day is young
It just wasn't meant to be

There's no blankets for the winter
There's no oil in the lamp
And I'd like to write my congressman
But I can't afford the stamp

You want me to pay my taxes
So you can propagate your lie
While there's barefoot dudes down in New Orleans
Looking like they're gonna die

You who quote the legends
You who poisoned all of my dreams
You who pinned all of the medals on
All those boys from Omaha Beach

Hope you haven't got too lazy
I know you like your apple pie
'Cause the working poor you've been pissing on
Are doing double shifts tonight

What good, what good are you
With your Seneca plague and your Arlington tomb?
What good, what good are you
With your Cherokee trail and your Roosevelt Room?

Eagle On A Pole lyrics - Conor Oberst

Saw an eagle on a pole
I think it was an eagle
Watched its shadow fly across the cement

I woke up in the snow
All the trees were crowds of people
No coat, no shoes, no idea where they went

I followed the fence-line thin
Back where the yard begins
My woman, she stood crying like a man

So, where have you been?
Where have you been?
I thought you said that all of that was done
El cielo es azul, just don't go telling everyone

Thought the kettle was a train
Thought that Monday was a door frame
I tried so hard to finally settle down

Heard the fire pop and snap
Like a tack piano rag
I never could get used to happy sounds

Yeah, I hope the world's exposed
A cruel and elaborate hoax
That convinces me to walk without a cane

But what can you do?
What can you do?
I always heard that what is done is done
El cielo es azul, just don't go telling everyone

The past don't ever quit
Those boxes in the attic
Baby shoes and taxidermy dreams

While the ashes of the dead
Like a dandelion head
Explode and then are scattered by the breeze

And it's such a long way back
To all the fun I had
When nothing ever seemed to bother me

But what can you do, child?
What can you do?
Sleep 'neath the stars and toil in the sun
El cielo es azul, just don't go telling everyone
El cielo es azul, just don't go telling everyone

I Got The Reason, No. 2 lyrics - Conor Oberst

You know a lot can happen after everybody falls asleep
Ask the forest fire, ask the cop walking on the beat
And do right by them, work a little in your dreams
Don't let time rob you, hold onto your memories

In the glass houses, in the pages of the Rolling Stone
I get a sick feeling, like I'm rocking in a little boat
I hear the big church bell, it's ringing like a mobile phone
It's such a long Sunday drive to be taking it all alone

I want to belong to a reason
And cut a new key to the kingdom

And if anybody asks me, say I want to belong
If anybody asks me, say that it won't take long now
If anybody asks me, say I'm going to get it done
If anybody asks me, say I got a reason, oh

In the vast hard drive, in the satellites that kick and spin
They keep the old footage so everything can live again
Pretty pink roses, the ostrich and the elephant
It's the last Noah's ark, so everything's got to fit

In the creased pages of a letter I been trying to send
To a young widow who is desperate for some kind of friend
You'll find a long list of eligible, handsome men
Who want to lay with her upon the table of the elements

They're going to hold strong to a reason
And cut a new key to the kingdom

And if anybody asks 'em, say they're going to belong
And if anybody asks 'em, say that it won't take long now
And if anybody asks 'em, say Man I'm trying to get it done
And if anybody asks 'em, say they've got a reason, oh

Snake Hill lyrics - Conor Oberst

I was born on Snake Hill
And that's where I'll probably die
Because I don't like to kill
But I've got poison in my bite

Well, I feel safe to say
That I should probably stay upon Snake Hill

My mother told me, "Son
You got strychnine in your blood
It comes from pedigree ancestory"

She warned me not to leave
Said my concience was too deep
That when I bite
It would hurt mostly me

For many many years
I stayed up on that hill
Occasionaly I'd go down to the edge
Just to see what I could see
So curiousity got the best of me

Well, it's a big world and it's not fair to me
To stay up there when there's so much to see
I want to play with others that I need to meet
Poison will be poison till it's through

Soon I hit the world
I discovered that a girl
Was what my mother tried to hide from me

She could make you feel alive
She could make you want to die
And that's exactly what she did to me

And it was only self defense
But I coiled up and I bit
I let my venom run into her veins

And I sat and watched her die
To me
Then I realized

I was born on Snake Hill
And that's where I'll probably die
Because I don't like to kill
But I've got poison in my bite

Well, I feel safe to say
That I should probably stay upon Snake Hill

And it's a big world and it's not fair to me
To have to stay when there's so much to see
I want to play with others that I need to meet

And poison will be poison till it's through
Poison will be poison till it's through
Poison will be poison till it's through
Poison will be poison till it's through

"Conor Oberst" (2008)

Cape Canaveral lyrics - Conor Oberst

Oh, oh, oh brother totem pole
I saw your legends lined up
And I never felt more natural
Apart, I just came apart

Please, please, please sister Socrates
You always answer with a question
Show some kindness to a petty thief
Forgive, you did forgive

And watch the migrants' smoke in the old orange grove
And the red rocket blaze over Cape Canaveral
You've been a father to me, your 1960s speak
Give me comatose joy like re-run TV
While the mountainside was shining
Wild colors of my destiny

I watched your face age backwards
Changing shape in my memory
You taught me victory's sweet
Even deep in the cheap seats

Hey, hey, hey mother interstate
Can you deliver me from evil
Make me honest, make me wedding cake
Atone, I will atone

Wait, wait, wait mighty outer space
All that flying saucer terror
Made me lazy, drinking lemonade
A waste, it just went to waste

Like the freon cold out the hotel door
Or the white rocket fade over Cape Canaveral
You've been a daughter to me, your buried shoebox grief
I felt your poltergeist love like Savannah heat
While the waterfall was pouring
Crazy symbols of my destiny

I watched your face die backwards
Little baby in my memory
You told me victory's sweet
Even deep in the cheap seats

And you don't judge me
That's not your style
But I won't see you for a little while
And there's no worries, oh Lord, who's got time
All these changes gonna fill your mind

Like the citrus glow off the old orange grove
Or the red rocket blaze over Cape Canaveral
It's been a nightmare for me, some 1980's greed
Gives me parachute dreams like old war movies
While the universe was drawing
Perfect circles for infinity

I watched the stars get smaller
Tiny diamonds in my memory
I know that victory is sweet
Even deep in the cheap seats

Sausalito lyrics - Conor Oberst

Hair blowing in the hot wind
Time hanging from a clothespin
There's no sorrow that the sun's not gonna heal
I smell the leather of your new car
Drive through the desert after nightfall
Sleep on the shoulder, keep the stars all to ourselves

The kind of love that makes my back hurt
Wearin' nothing but a T-shirt
She's turning over on a mattress made of air
I close my eyes and see a staircase
Leading upwards into blank space
All of creation makes a sound too soft to hear

So I remain between her legs
Sheltered from all my fears
While bikers glide by highway shrines
Where pilgrims disappear

I know that trouble's been your good friend
Kept you company on the weekends
Kept you company even once your mind was made
You said, it's over and it's finished
Now a headache's all you're left with
We're no different, I've got debts I'd like to pay

We should move to Sausalito
Living's easy on a house boat
Let the ocean rock us back and forth to sleep
And in the morning when the sunrise
Look in the water, see the blue sky
As if heaven has been laid there at our feet

So we remain between these waves
Sheltered for all our years
While bikers glide by highway shrines
Where pilgrims disappear
Where time takes icebergs
Where fields burn westward
Where pilgrims disappear

Get-Well-Cards lyrics - Conor Oberst

All the peacock people left their plumes in a pile
They look good to a fault
And the Gulf water's warm like a bathtub
Full of lavender and epsom salt
See a bleach blond boy put his long board down
Help his girl get her sunscreen on
I thought about you in your little house
Think you're lonely but I could be wrong and

I wanna be a bootlegger
Wanna mix you up something strange
Braid your hair like a sister
Name you like a hurricane

Right there
That's the postman sleeping in the sand
He's got a letter to deliver
But I can't stay mad, oh
Right there
That's the postman sleeping in the sand
He's got a get-well-card to deliver
He's gonna do it by hand
He's gonna do it by hand

Now they drive their cars up and down the beach
It's ridiculous and everybody knows
Hear the Mustangs rev at the four-way stop
You get ghosted when the light says go
But in a town like this
In the checkered flag dawn
It's so empty it could make somebody dream
So maybe it's you in your four-post bed
Sound asleep bu still grinding your teeth

I wanna be your happiness
I wanna be your common sense pain
Wrap your head in a picket fence
Rebuild after the hurricane

Right there
That's the postman sleeping in the sand
He's got my letters to deliver
But I'm still not mad, oh
Right there
That's the postman sleeping in the sand
He's got a get-well-card to deliver
He's gonna do it by hand
He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it
He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it
He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it by hand

Oh
Right there
That's the postman sleeping in the sand
He's got a letter to deliver
But I can't stay mad, oh
Right there, that's the postman asleep in the sand
He's got a head-stack now to deliver
He wants to do it by hand
He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it
He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it
He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it
He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it by hand

Lenders In The Temple lyrics - Conor Oberst

A short delay, the parrot blues
Little voices mimic you
It's not so hard to make that sound
So watch your back, the Ides of March
Cut your hair like Joan of Arc
Disguise your will, they'll find you out
And when they do
Look out

There's money-lenders inside the temple
That circus tiger's gonna break your heart
Something so wild turned into paper
If I loved you, well that's my fault

A bitch in heat, the alpha male
Not something she'd ever tell
Except when she got deathly high
And out it came like summer rain
It washed the cars and everything
Felt clean for just a little while
A telethon
We drunk dialed

Those starving children they ain't got no mother
There's pink flamingos living in the mall
I'd give a fortune to your infomercial
If somebody would just take my call
Take my call
Take my call

Hello
Patterns in my mind now moving slow
Sorrow all across the surface rolls
Smoothing out the edges of the stone
The lights are out. Where'd everybody go?
Alone

Erase yourself and you'll be free
Mandala destroyed by the sea
All we are is colored sand
So pay to ride the ferris wheel
Smile, all that you can feel
Is gratitude for what has been
'Cause it did not
Happen

There's money-lenders inside the temple
That circus tiger's gonna break my heart
Something so wild turned into paper
If you love me, then that's your fault

There's money-lenders inside the temple
This crystal city's gonna fall apart
When all their power turns into vapor
If I miss you, well that's my fault
That's my fault
That's my fault

Danny Callahan lyrics - Conor Oberst

Green world, lovely chloroform
Front porch in the thunderstorm
Controlled chaos, confused energy
Stop reading the weather charts
Stop counting the playing cards
There's no system, there's no guarantees

That the love you feel and carry inside can be passed
But you try, I know you do, you still talk to your plants
Ask, how are you getting on alone

Some wander the wilderness
Some drink cosmopolitans
Some cull science, some glean astral planes
I can't tell where the canvas stops
Homesick as an astronaut
Just keep drifting, but still can't explain

How the love we feel we carry inside can be passed
See a brother in the gutter, you reach out your hand
Ask, how are you getting on alone

What guage measures miracles
And whose heartbeat's electrical
We feign sickness with our modern joy
But even Western medicine
It couldn't save Danny Callahan
Bad bone marrow, a bald little boy

But the love he feels he carries inside can be passed
He lay still, his mother kissed him goodbye
Said, come back, where are you going to alone
Where are you going all alone?

I Don't Want To Die (In The Hospital) lyrics - Conor Oberst

I don't want to die in the hospital
I don't want to die in the hospital
I don't want to die in the hospital
You got to take me back outside

I don't want to hear all these factory sounds
Looking like a girl in this sleeping gown
I don't want to die in the hospital
You got to take me back outside

Can you make a sound to distract the nurse
Before I take a ride in that long black hearse
I don't want to die in the hospital
You go to take me back outside

Ah, help me get my boots on
Help me get my boots on
Help me get my boots back on
Help me get my boots on
Help me get my boots on
Help me get my boots back on

I go to go, go, go, go
'Cause I don't have long

I don't give a damn what the doctors say
I ain't gonna spend another lonesome day
I don't want to die in the hospital
You go to take me back outside

And they don't let you smoke and you can't get drunk
All there is to watch are these soap operas
I don't want to die in the hospital
You got to take me back outside

Can you get this tube out of my arm?
Morphine in my blood like a slow sad song
I don't want to die in the hospital
You got to take me back outside

Ah, help me get my boots on
Help me get my boots on
Help me get my boots back on
Help me get my boots on
Help me get my boots on
Help me get my boots back on

I got to go, go, go
'Cause I don't have long

Is there still a world at my windowsill
All there ever was I remember still
I don't want to die in this hospital
You got to take me back outside

Don't know when it's day or when it's night
All I ever see are florescent lights
I don't want to die in this hospital
You got to take me back outside

They give me all these flowers and these big balloons
But I don't want to stay in this little room
I don't want to die in this hospital
I don't want to die

Are the stars still in the sky?
Is that fat moon on the rise?
Feel the earth's against my feet
As the cold wind calls for me

I don't want to die in this hospital
No, I don't want to die in this hospital
No, I ain't gonna die in this hospital
You got to take me back outside

Yeah, I ain't gonna die in this hospital
No, I ain't gonna die in this hospital
No, I ain't gonna die in this hospital
You're gonna take me back outside

Eagle On A Pole lyrics - Conor Oberst

Saw an eagle on a pole
I think it was an eagle
Watched its shadow fly across the cement

I woke up in the snow
All the trees were crowds of people
No coat, no shoes, no idea where they went

I followed the fence-line thin
Back where the yard begins
My woman, she stood crying like a man

So, where have you been?
Where have you been?
I thought you said that all of that was done
El cielo es azul, just don't go telling everyone

Thought the kettle was a train
Thought that Monday was a door frame
I tried so hard to finally settle down

Heard the fire pop and snap
Like a tack piano rag
I never could get used to happy sounds

Yeah, I hope the world's exposed
A cruel and elaborate hoax
That convinces me to walk without a cane

But what can you do?
What can you do?
I always heard that what is done is done
El cielo es azul, just don't go telling everyone

The past don't ever quit
Those boxes in the attic
Baby shoes and taxidermy dreams

While the ashes of the dead
Like a dandelion head
Explode and then are scattered by the breeze

And it's such a long way back
To all the fun I had
When nothing ever seemed to bother me

But what can you do, child?
What can you do?
Sleep 'neath the stars and toil in the sun
El cielo es azul, just don't go telling everyone
El cielo es azul, just don't go telling everyone

NYC-Gone, Gone lyrics - Conor Oberst

Gone, gone from New York City
Where you gonna go with a head that empty
Gone, gone from New York City
Where you gonna go with a heart that gone

Down, down to Mexico City
Got myself a lady, she knows how to treat me
Down, down to Mexico City
Got myself a lady to lay me down, to lay me down, lay me down

All my friends that you don't know
I'm gonna miss you when I go
But I'll see you down your road
Meet me at the station way down low, way down low

Gone, gone from New York City
Where you gonna go with a head that empty
Gone, gone from New York City
Where you gonna go with a heart that gone
Where you gonna go with a heart that gone

Gone, gone from New York City
Where you gonna go with a head that empty
Gone, gone from New York City
Where you gonna go with a heart that gone
Where you gonna go with a heart that gone
Where you gonna go with a heart that gone

Moab lyrics - Conor Oberst

I used up your compassion
So I've come to make a trade
You can hate me but just love me in return
And if I know where to find you
I'll stay out of your way
I won't come beg to borrow all the happiness you've earned
I'll just slide back down to the bottom
While you make your place in the hills

There's nothing that the road cannot heal
There's nothing that the road cannot heal
Washed under the blacktop
Gone beneath my wheels
There's nothing that the road cannot heal
Claro que si

They say the sun won't burn forever
But that's a science too exact
I can prove it, watch, we're crossing the state line
See those headlights coming towards us
That's someone going back
To a town they said they'd never, yeah, they swore it on their life
But you can't break out of a circle
That you never knew you were in

There's nothing that the road cannot heal
There's nothing that the road cannot heal
Washed under the blacktop
Gone beneath my wheels
There's nothing that the road cannot heal

Some would spend their precious time
Trying to decorate their lives
Taking measurements for some new look they want
So from one to ten, ten's exactly what I am
Zero being everything I'm not

Tell me what you like
Is it less than five
Is it less than five

There's nothing that the road cannot heal
There's nothing that the road cannot heal
When I make it to Moab
I'll get my canteen filled
There's nothing that the road cannot heal
Washed under the blacktop
Gone beneath my wheels
There's nothing that the road cannot heal