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The song is the brightest the album gets, and the fact that its progression is mostly minor-sounding is a testament to just how dark this album is. Even the more cheerful tracks, like "A Scale, A Mirror, And Those Indifferent Clocks" with its upbeat energy, have a heavily permeating sense of darkness about them. Fevers and Mirrors isn't the best Bright Eyes album, but it is the most revealing and personal, and honestly, a lot of it is deeply disturbing.

But it tips the scales, it turns the pages of the calendar, it reflects images in the mirror, it stays until the wolves go away, it moves the hands of the clock, it pulls the marionette's strings, it sets the sun, it weeps for those dying days, it brushes the snow from your hair, whatever, whatever, whatever. It passes the time. Tweet Recent reviews by this author. Taylor Swift Folklore.

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I dream a prostituted child touching an old man in a fast food crown. I drempt the ship the sinking there were people screaming all around. And I awoke to my alarmclock it was a pop song, it was playing loud. So I will find my fears and face them. Or I will cower like a dog. I will kick and scream or kneel and plead. I'll fight like hell to hide I've given up. Land Locked Blues If you walk away I'll walk away.

First tell me which road you will take. I don't want to risk our paths crossing some day. So you walk that way I'll walk this way. The future hangs over our heads and it moves with each current event. Until it falls all around like a cold steady rain, just stay in when it's looking this way. The moon's laying low in the sky. Forcing everything metal to shine. And the sidewalk holds diamonds like a jewelry store case. They argue, walk this way, no, walk this way.

Laura's alseep in my bed. As I'm leaving she wakes up and says, I dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a wave, baby don't go away, come here. There's kids playing guns in the street. And one's pointing his tree branch at me. So I put my hands up, I say enough is enough, if you walk away I'll walk away.

And he shot me dead. I found a liquid cure. For my landlocked blues. It will pass away like a slow parade. It's leaving but I don't know how soon. The world's got me dizzy again. You'd think after 22 years I'd be used to the spin. And it only gets worse if I stay in one place, so I'm always pacing around or walking away. I keep drinking the ink from my pen.

And I'm balancing history books up on my head. But it all boils down to one quotable phrase: If you love something give it away. A good woman will pick you apart. A box full of suggestions for your possible heart. And you may be offeneded and you may be afraid, but don't walk away don't walk away. We made love on the living room floor. With the noise in the background of a televised war. And in the deafening pleasure I thought I heard someone say, if we walk away they'll walk away. But greed is a bottomless pit.

And our freedom's a joke we're just taking a piss. And the whole world must watch the sad comic display, if you're still free start running away. Because we're coming for you. I've grown tired of holding this pose. I feel more like a stranger each time I come home. So I'm making a deal with the devils of fame, saying let me walk away please. You'll be free child once you have died.

From the shackles of language and measurable time. Then we can trade places play musical graves. So I'm up at dawn, putting on my shoes. I just want to make a clean escape. I'm leaving but I don't know where to. I know I'm leaving but I don't know where to.

Poison Oak Poison Oak some boyhood bravery. When a telephone was a tin can on a string. And I fell asleep with you still talking to me. You said you weren't afraid to die. In polaroids you were dressed in womens clothes. Were you made ashamed. Why did you lock them in a drawer. Well I don't think that I ever loved you more. Then when you turned away, when you slammed the door, when you stole a car, drove towards Mexico.

And you wrote bad checks just to fill your arm. I was young enough, I still believed in war. So let the poets cry themselves to sleep. And all their tearful words will turn back into steam. But me I'm a single cell, on a serpants tongue. There's a muddy field where a garden was, and I'm glad you got away but I'm still stuck out here.

My clothes are soaking wet from your brothers tears. I never thought this life was possible. You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for. The end of paralysis, I was a statuette, now I'm drunk as hell on a piano bench.

And when I press they keys it all gets reversed. The sound of lonliness makes me happier. Road to Joy The sun came up with no conclusions. Flowers sleeping in their beds.

The city cemetary's humming, I'm wide awake it's morning. I have my drugs I have my woman. They keep away my lonliness. My parents' they have their religion, but sleep in seperate houses. I read the body count out of the paper. And now it's written all over my face.

No one every plans to sleep out in the gutter. Sometimes that's just the most comfortable place. So now I'm drinking, breathing, writing, singing.

Everyday I'm on the clock. My mind races with all my longings. But can't keep up with what I got. So I hope I don't sound too ungrateful, what history gave modern men. A telephone to talk to strangers, a machine gun and a camera lense.

So when you're asked to fight a war that's over nothing. It's best to join the side that's going to win. And no one's sure how all of this got started. But we're going to make them goddamn certain how it's going to end. I could have been a famous singer, if I had someone elses voice. But failure's always sounded better, let's fuck it up boys. Make some noise. Landlocked Blues When The President Talks to God Road To Joy Mushaboom True Blue Southern State The Biggest Lie Mirrors And Fevers Trees Get Wheeled Away Drunk Kid Catholic Spent On Rainy Days The Vanishing Act Blue Angels Air Show Weather Reports Seashell Tale Bad Blood Amy In The White Coat Devil Town I've Been Eating For You Happy Birthday To Me Feb.

Motion Sickness Clairaudients Kill Or Be Killed Four Winds Hot Knives Classic Cars Middleman Cleanse Song Coat Check Dream Song I Must Belong Somewhere Lime Tree Susan Miller Rag Bonus Track Firewall Shell Games Jejune Stars Approximate Sunlight Haile Selassie Triple Spiral Ladder Song One for You, One for Me Non album bonus tracks: Singularity In The Real World Racing Towards the New Bright Eyes Dusk Soccer Squadcar 96 Verandahli Dotslap Squadcar 96 A Perfect Sonnet On My Way To Work A New Arrangement Neely O' Hara Her Space Holiday kbps.

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