Conor Oberst Quotes

I’ve seen a child, he's caught in the sad trap of gravity. He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree and lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity. Next time he will not aim so high. Yeah, next time, neither will I.

The animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness.

Ambition, I’ve found, can lead only to failure. I do not read the reviews. No, I am not singing for you.

If the world could remain within a frame
Like a painting on a wall,
Then I think we would see the beauty, then
We would stand staring in awe
At our still lives posed
Like a bowl of oranges,
Like a story told
By the fault lines and the soil.

The hook is in deep boys, there is no more time. So you can struggle in the water and be too stubborn to die, or you could just let go and be lifted to the sky.

So you can try and live in darkness but you will never shake the light. It will greet you every morning and make you more aware with its absence at night

Well is it your fear of being buried that makes you so afraid to speak?

If you wanna see the future, Go stare into a cloud.

I sing and drink and sleep on floors
And 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's my hidden hope that you are still among them.
Well, are you?

There was this book I read and loved,
The story of a ship
Who sailed around the world and found
That nothing else exists
Beyond its own two sails
And wooden shell
And what is held within.
All else is sure to pass.
We clutch and grasp
And debate what's truly permanent.

I think it is more like a ghost
that has been following us both.
Something vague that we're not seeing,
something more like a feeling.

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

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

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.