Conor Oberst Quotes - Page 5

We've all seen the power music has to spread messages of solidarity and hope.

You mean nothing to no one but that's nobody's fault...

For a sunrise or a sunset, you're manic or you're depressed. Will you ever feel ok?

It's not a movie, no private screening This method acting, well, I call that living

There's a lot of optimism in changing scenery, in seeing what's down the road.

I think in a lot of ways unconditional love is a myth. My mom's the only reason I know it's a real thing.

My dad, who plays guitar and piano and was in cover bands, along with my older brother, Matt, taught me guitar and stuff. I started writing acoustic songs and playing by myself in 7th grade.

There's nothing that the road cannot heal

And in the morning when the sun rise. Look in the water, see the blue sky. As if heaven has been laid there at our feet.

I drug your ghost across the country, and we plotted out my death. Every city and memory we whispered "Here is where you rest." Well I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees And I settled for a telephone, sang into your machine: "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

And the sad act like lepers They stick to the shadows They long to ring bells of warning To tell of their coming So that the pure can shut their doors.

Well morning came, and it dressed the sky in a lovely yellow gown. Shopping malls are opening in that narrow hallway of downtown, filled with people who are shopping for their lovers and their friends, singing "I won't ever be lonely again

The world's become a little too mean.

We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul.

One by one I drowned all the people I’d been.

Love's an excuse to get hurt and to hurt. Do you like to hurt? I do, I do then hurt me.

My head's a carousel of pictures and The spinning never stops.

For a song I was bought Now I lie when I talk With a careful eye on the cue card. Onto a stage I was pushed, With my sorrow well rehearsed. So give me all your pity and your money, now (all of it).

So I wait for the day when I'll hear the key as it turns in the lock And the guard will say to me, "Oh my patient prisoner you waited for this day and finally, you are free! You are free! You are free!

And I sing and sing of awful things The pleasure that my sadness brings.

My Brother went to college To become a doctor And if he studies hard enough He'll end up just like papa, who hates his life.

And me I'm in the bathroom crying out my eyelids because it's hard to be a man when you're scared, just like a little kid.

I started to sink like the moon tends to do if you stare at it too long Then you blink and it's gone.

Pronouns really don't matter in a song - 'I' or 'he' or 'she' or even subscribing a lyric to an inanimate object.

Why are you scared to dream of god when it's salvation that you want?