Music World
 
Find Artists:
 
 
 
Russian versionSwitch to Russian 
Bright Eyes
Bright Eyes


Background information
Origin Omaha, Nebraska, United States
Genre(s) Indie Folk
Indie Rock
Alternative Country
Years active 1995—present
Label(s) Polydor
Saddle Creek Records
Associated acts Monsters of Folk
Desaparecidos
Commander Venus
The Faint
Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band
Website Website
Members
Conor Oberst
Mike Mogis
Nate Walcott



Music World  →  Lyrics  →  B  →  Bright Eyes  →  Lyrics  →  A Spindle, A Darkness, A Fever And A Necklace

Bright Eyes Lyrics

"A Spindle, A Darkness, A Fever And A Necklace" lyrics



"So long, everything," he shouted, then he ran next door to Margot's house.
"I'm moving," he said.
"Where," asked Margot.
"Two weeks away," said Mitchell.
"Where is that," asked Margot.
"It's everywhere. I will be after I walk for two weeks," said Mitchell. "I have
lived in the same place for a long time. It is time for me to go some place
else."
"No," said Margot, "you have only lived next door for fifteen years."
"Sixteen," said Mitchell.
"Fifteen, six, what's the difference," said Margot. "I want you to stay next
door forever."
"I can't," said Mitchell. "I do not want to go wake up in the same old bedroom
and eat breakfast in the same old kitchen. Every room in my house is the some
old room because I have been there too long."
You turn on a spindle, you're so much looser now but you're not explaining how
you've gained such new repose. I touch the clasp of your locket with its picture
held, some secret you wouldn't tell but let it choke your neck. So we imagine a
darkness where all shapes divide, solids changing into light with a burst of
heat so bright. Well fine, don't you do what I want you to, don't degrade
yourself the way that I do, cause you don't depend upon all the shit that I use
to make my moods improve.

"And you look at me and think 'same old face, same old tail, same old scale,
same old walk, same old talk," said Margot.
"No," said Mitchell, "I like your face, tail, scale, walk and talk."
"I like you."
"I like you too," said Mitchell. He walked to the door. "I must pack," he said.


Near a sea of pianos, there were waves of chords that crashed against the shore
in one huge and useless roar. And there were girls bringing water, like a dream
they came to cool the fever of my brain and soothe my burning throat. And they
made me a necklace, hanging beads of sweat on a string of my regrets and placed
it round my neck. They were singing don't you do what you've wanted to, don't
destroy yourself like those cowards do. Maybe the sun keeps coming up because

blog comments powered by Disqus




© 2011 Music World. All rights reserved.