Текстове на песни:
Conor Oberst Conor Oberst

All that blotter gonna twist up your mind You can do it just not all the time Hiding in your room you'll be feeling fine Always manage to have something

Green world, love the chloroform Front porch in the thunderstorm Controlled chaos, confused energy Stop reading the weather charts Stop counting the

Saw an eagle on a pole, I think it was an eagle Watched its shadow fly 'cross the cement I woke up in the snow All the trees were crowds of people No

All peacock people left the plumes in a pile They look good to fault And the Gulf water's warm like a bathtub Full of lavender and Epsom salt See a bleach

Milk thistle, milk thistle Let me down slow Help me go slow I've been carryin' on I'm not scared of nothin' I'll go pound for pound I keep death on my

All the peacock people left the 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

I'm just trying to stay a human being Sitting in the sun eating ice cream Texting my friend about a bad, bad dream Just had to tell someone who knows

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

Hair blowing in the hot wind Time hanging from a clothespin There's no sorrow that the sun's not gonna heal Smell the leather of your new car Drive through