going for the gold
"well a kid carries his walkman
on that long bus ride, to Omaha.
i know a girl who cries when she
practices violin, because notes
sound so pure it just cuts into
her, and the melodie starts pouring
out her eyes. now to me everything
else it just sounds, like a lie.
like a lie. like a lie. like a lie."
"yes it's true, billy joe armstrong
and i wear the same eye make-up."
"the drunk kids the catholics they're
all about the same. they're waiting for
something hoping to be saved. they crawl
from the ocean's to paint in the caves
but i'm working all weekend i need to
get paid."
Conor Oberst
1980 to 2005
on that long bus ride, to Omaha.
i know a girl who cries when she
practices violin, because notes
sound so pure it just cuts into
her, and the melodie starts pouring
out her eyes. now to me everything
else it just sounds, like a lie.
like a lie. like a lie. like a lie."
"yes it's true, billy joe armstrong
and i wear the same eye make-up."
"the drunk kids the catholics they're
all about the same. they're waiting for
something hoping to be saved. they crawl
from the ocean's to paint in the caves
but i'm working all weekend i need to
get paid."
Conor Oberst
1980 to 2005