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At the wave of your hand?
Like the suns just gonna drop,
If its night you demand.
Well, in the dark were just air,
So the house might dissolve.
Once were gone, whos gonna care
If we were ever here at all?
Well, summers gonna come.
Its gonna cloud our eyes again.
No need to focus when theres
Nothing that's worth seeing.
So we trade for liquor for blood,
In an attempt to tip the scales.
I think you lost what you loved
In that mess of details.
They seemed so important at the time
Now you cant even recall
Any names, faces, or lines;
Its more the feeling of it all.
Well, winters gonna end,
Im gonna clean these veins again.
So close to dying that I finally can start living.


Interviewer Hi, were back. This is Radio x. Were here with Conor Oberst of the band Bright Eyes. How are you doing, Conor?

Conor Fine, thanks. Just a little wet.

Interviewer Oh, its still coming down out there.

Conor Yeah, I sorta had to run from the car.

Interviewer Well, we are glad you made it. Now, your new album, Fevers and Mirrors, tell us a little bit about the title. I noticed there is a good deal of repeated imagery in the lyricsfevers, mirrors, scales, clocks. Could you discuss some of this?

Conor Sure, lets see. The fever is

Interviewer First, first, let me say that this is a brilliant record, man. Were really into it here at the station. We get a lot of calls its really good stuff.

Conor Thanks. Thanks a lot.

Interviewer So, talk a little bit about some of the symbolism.

Conor The fever?

Interviewer Sure.

Conor Well, the fever is basically whatever ails you or oppresses you. It can be anything. In my case its my neurosis, my depression...but I dont want to be limited to that. Its certainly different for different people. Its whatever keeps you up at night.

Interviewer I see.

Conor And theand the mirror is like, as you might have guessed, self examination or reflection in whatever form. This could be vanity or selfloathing. II know Im guilty of both.

Interviewer Thats interesting. Uh, how bout the scale?

Conor The scale is essentially our attempt to solve our problems quantitatively, through logic or rationalization. In my opinion its often fruitless but, alwaysah, not always. And the clocks and calendars, its just time, our little measurements. Its always chasing after us.

Interviewer It is, it is. Uh, how bout this Arienette? How does she fit into all of this?

Conor I prefer not to talk about it, in case shes listening.

Interviewer Oh, Im sorry, I didnt realize shes a real person.

Conor Shes not. I made her up.

Interviewer Oh, so shes not real.

Conor Just as real as you or I.

Interviewer I dont think I understand.

Conor Neither do I, but after I grow up, I will, I meana lota lot of things are really unclear for me right now.

Interviewer Thats interesting. Now, you mentioned your depression.

Conor No I didnt.

Interviewer Youre from Nebraska right?

Conor Yeah so.

Interviewer Now let me know if Im getting too personal, but it seems to me that theres a pretty dark past back there somewhere. What was it like for you growing up?

Conor Dark. Not really. Uhactually, I had a great childhood. My parents were wonderful, I went to Catholic school. They had money so it was alleasy. But basically, I had everything I wanted handed to me.

Interviewer Really. So some of the references like babies in bathtubs are not biographical?

Conor Well, I did have a brother that died in a bathtub. Drowned. Actually, I had five brothers that died that way.

Interviewer Tahuh.

Conor No, Im serious. My mother drowned one every year for five consecutive years. They were all named Padraic, so thatsthey all got one song.

Interviewer Hm.

Conor Its kind of like walking out a door and discovering its a window.

Interviewer But your music is certainly very personal.

Conor Of course. I put a lot of myself into what I do. But its like, being an author, you have to free yourself to use symbolism and allegory to reach your goal. And aand a part of that is compassion, empathy for other people, and understanding their situations. So much of what I sing about comes from other peoples experiences as well as my own. It shouldnt matter. The message is intended to be universal.

Interviewer I see what you mean.

Conor Can you make that sound stop please?

Interviewer Yes. And your goal?

Conor I dont know. Uh, create feelings, I guess. A song it never ends up the way you plan it.

Interviewer Thats funny you would say that. Do you think that

Conor Do you ever hear things that arent really there?

Interviewer Im sorry, what?

Conor Nevermind. How long have you worked at this station?

Interviewer Oh, just a few minutes. Now, you mentioned empathy for others. Would you say that that is what motivates you to make the music you make?

Conor No, not really. Its really just a need for sympathy. I want people to feel sorry for me. I like to feel the burn of the audiences eyes on me when Im whispering all my darkest secrets into the microphone.

(From the side, two teenage thugs start swearing about the music, talking over the conversation.)

Conor When I was a kid I used to carry around this safety pin everywhere I went in my pocket and when people werent paying enough attention to me Id dig it into my arm until I started crying. Everyone would stop what they were doing and ask me what was the matter. I guess I kind of liked that.

Interviewer Really, youre telling me youre doing all this for attention?

Conor No, I hate it when people look at me. I get nauseous. In fact, I could care less what people think about me. Do you feel alright? Do you wanna dance?

Interviewer No, Im feeling sick.

Conor I really just want to be warm yellow light that pours all over everyone I love.

Interviewer So, uh, youre going to play something for us now. Is this a new song?

Conor Yeah, but I havent written it yet. Its one Ive been meaning to write, called, A Song to Pass the Time.

Interviewer Oh, thats a nice title.

Conor You should write your own scripts.

Interviewer Yeah, I know.

(Conor says from the side, I kept singing todayIt would be eeeeasyyy...)
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