There is a voice on the phone telling what had happened. Some kind of confusion, more like a disaster. It wondered how you were left unaffected but you had no knowledge. The chemicals covered you. So a jury was formed as more liquor was poured. There is no need for conviction! They are not thirsting for justice. But I slept with the lies that I keep inside my head. I found out I was guilty. I found out I was guilty, but I won’t be around for the sentencing because I am leaving on the next airplane. And though I know that my actions are impossible to justify, they seem adequate to fill up my time. But if I could talk to myself like I was someone else, then maybe I could take your advice. And I wouldn’t act like such an asshole all the time.
There is a film on the wall that makes the people look small who are sitting beside it, all consumed in the drama. They must return to their lives once the hero has died. They will drive to the office, stopping somewhere for coffe���e. Where the folk singers, poets, and playwrights convene dispensing their wisdom...oh dear amateur orator. They will detail their pain in some standard refrain. They will recite their sadness, like it’s some kind of contest. Well if it is, I think I am winning it. All beaming with confidence as I make my final lap. The gold medal gleams, so hang it around my neck because I am deserving it. The champion of idiots. Well a kid carries his Walkman on that long bus ride to Omaha. I know a girl who cries when she practices violin. Because each note sounds so pure it just cuts into her and then the melody comes pouring out her eyes. Now, to me, everything else just sounds like a lie.
Track Name: Bright Eyes - Oh, You Are the Roots That Sleep beneath My Feet and Hold the Earth in Place
I met you through a common friend in the attic of my parents house. Although I didn’t know it then, I soon was finding out. Oh, you are the roots that sleep beneath my feet and hold the earth in place. Each time a faucet opens there are ���words that are spoken. The water runs away and I hear your name. No, nothing has changed.
There was this book I read and loved. The story of a ship that sailed around the world and found that nothing else exists beyond his own two sails and wooden shell and what is held within. All else is sure to pass, we clutch and grasp, and debate what is truly permanent. But when the wind starts to shift, there is no argument.
So now I sing and drink and sleep on floors. And I try hard not to be annoyed by all these people worrying about me. So when I’m suffering through some awful drive, you occasionally cross my mind. It is my hidden hope that you are still among them. Well are you? Oh, you are the roots that sleep beneath my feet and hold the earth in place. Each time a curtain opens the sunlight pours in and a lifetime melts away. We share a name on some picturesque grave.
Track Name: Bright Eyes - No Lies Just Love
It was in the March of the winter that I turned seventeen that I bought those pills that I thought I would need. And I wrote a letter to my family. It said it’s not your fault, you have been good to me. It’s just lately I have been feeling like I don’t belong. Like the ground is not mine to walk upon. I have heard that music echo through the house where my grandmother drank by herself. And I have sat watching a flower as it was withering. I was embarrassed by its honesty. So I would like to be remembered as a smiling face and not this fucking wreck that has taken its place. So please forgive what I have done. You can’t stay mad at the setting sun because we all get tired, I mean, eventually there is nothing left to do but sleep.
Well Spring came bearing sunlight, those persuasive rays. So I gave myself a few more days. My salvation it came quite suddenly when Justin spoke very plainly. He said, “Now of course it’s your decision, but just so you know. If you decide to leave, then soon I will follow.”
So wrote this for a baby who is yet to be born. My brothers first child, I hope that womb is not too warm. Because it is cold out here and it would be quite a shock to breathe this air. To discover loss. So I would like to make some changes before you arrive. So when your new eyes meet mine they won’t see no lies, just love. I will be pure. I will be pure, like snow, like gold.
Track Name: Bright Eyes - Kathy With A K's Song
Love is real. It is not just in novels or the movies. It is fact and it is standing here right in front of you. So if you’d open your eyes, oh what a sweet discovery. There is hope. There is joy. And there is acceptance. So now let all the light that collects on your plants keep you warm, make you smile. And I will be there with this pen in my hand, to record, all the while...you’ll be laughing so loud that the house would shake with sound. And everything will be as new as the day it was found.
Love is real. It is not just in long distance commercials. Or something that you thought you felt back in high school. So, I will turn black and white and become that horoscope you are reading. It predicts that something good is on its way. Then I will send you the world, green and blue, in a box through the mail. You can open it up and hold it right in your hand and be glad that it’s there. And be glad that you’re there. Now you can feel all the knots in your stomach start to untie. And suddenly it is not so hard to say you’re all right.
Love is real. It is not just in poetry and stories. It is truth, and it will follow you everywhere you go from now on. So if you’d just cast off your doubt, then your lips would answer for you. Oh my darling, when you smile it is like a song. And I can hear it now.