Time Forgot (Conor Oberst)

Double Life (Conor Oberst)

Lonely At The Top (Conor Oberst)

New gem being played on 2012 tour...

"He's my friend but he's no friend to me 
Ask him why, he'll tell you casually
Washed up, bitter, broken, busted
Backstabbed everyone he trusted 
Says he sees what no one else can see
And if I had half his guts I'd want it
To chase that fatalistic comet
Die young in the dark; that's poetry
But it was not for me, it was not to be

He's always sad but I've never seen him cry
When he comes to, sure he'll apologize 
Find his car, assess the damage
Still drunk but he likes the challenge
Hold on to his mind just like a kite
But a good strong win can keep you honest
Fill you with some common knowledge
Things when we were young we never tried
Just figured we had time with such a long life

Money clips, alligator shoes 
One more dance, he's in that champagne room
She moves like a chocolate fountain 
Pouring, spilling all around him
Makes him wonder what else she can do
How bittersweet is love's illusion
Feelings that cannot be proven
Trust me, you'll see, my aim is true
I've done this all for you, I've suffered long for you

So many times he's tried to play it straight
Worked and worked until his body ached
But a brand new life can lose its lustrer
Troubles tend to find each other
Call it luck or you can call it fate
But either way it's how it happens
Not the way that you imagined
Or go out with a bang like Hemingway 
Some will say you're brave
Some will say you ain't." 


Common Knowledge (Conor Oberst)

Gem №2. "Sentimental" on setlist. 

"I remember the day you appeared on this earth
With eyes like an ocean, I got blood on my shirt
From my camera angle, it looked like it hurt, 
But your mama had a big old smile
We drove you home, saw your yellowing skin
Packed a few things and drove you back again
Stayed up all night, worrying, wonderin’
What was going to make it better?
Broken bones heal if you set them right
Get your fine tooth comb from the barber’s side
Our love’s a protective poison

But you are your mother’s child, and she’ll keep you for a while
But one day you’ll be grown, then you’ll be on your own

Halloween costume, lookin’ real cute,
With your pillow case full, in your astronaut suit
Your cousin, the cowboy, he’s eyein’ your loot
Better watch your snicker’s bar
Out on the diamond, now you’re up to bat,
Chewing your big league, adjusting your hat
Taking a swing, and hearing it crack,
Look at that apple fly
Well tears will dry if you give them time, 
Life’s a rollar coaster, keep your arms inside
Fear, that’s the big emotion

But you are your mother’s child, and she’ll keep you for a while,
But some day you’ll be grown, and you’ll be on your own

Posing for pictures, cap and gown,
Summer is coming, driving ‘round town
Everyone’s askin’ what you’re gonna do now
I know you’re gonna make us laugh
Find you a sweetheart, to treat you so kind,
Take her to dinner, and kiss her goodnight
What I couldn’t teach you, soon you’ll realize
That she’s the only thing that matters
Although he’s a bastard make your papa proud
You’re a fine young man and I got no doubt
That you’re gonna do this better

‘Cause you are your mother’s child
And she had you for a while
But now you are grown, and are making it on your own
Now that you’re grown, may you never feel all alone."

[The lyrics change a bit at each show; as Conor usually does.]

You Are Your Mother's Child  (Conor Oberst)

Setlist Gem №3.

"Kick, you know you're still a kid
And your diets too full of additives
Passed out on the couch with ashes in your mouth
Dreaming that you're hopping the fence
This world must have it out for you
From the shores of Montauk up to Malibu
The trappings of a name that you never could escape,
These people want to live in the past
Some golden age that they never had
I thought we lost that Camelot
I thought we lost that Camelot
Some children story we forgot,
Grew old so long ago

Kick its hard to make a friend
In a place that's this cruel and partisan
But you should go in style to Stockholm for a while,
Live outside oblivions lense.
Someday you'll have a fine divorce,
And a cemetery plot in Hyannisport
Next time you close your eyes on that helicopter ride,
I hope you see it isn't your fault
I hope you know it isn't your fault

I thought we shot that Camelot
I thought they shot that Camelot
Whoever shot this movie stop
B Wrote; said the show must go
Lying in the office on an old chaise-lounge
Listening to the doctor drone
No therapeutic feeling once the shock wears's off,
Answer every question 'no'
Hiding in the hammock with the shades pulled down
Wondering if the story's broke
Tragedy is profit once the word gets out,
Tabloids at the country store

Searching on the tables once the bar's closed down,
Said somebody stole your phone
Now there's no-one to talk to but these trust-fund drunks,
You should have brought a chaperone

Well Kick, I'd love to help you but I just don't count,
Friendship makes you paranoid
I don't believe in curses, but I just might now
I never really had a choice
Just like all your broken toys

Well Kick, you know this life is rich
But pleasure's not the same as happiness
But if you don't collide with the traffic in your mind,
I think you'll find your way out of this
I hope you make your way out of this."

Kick (Conor Oberst)

Borrowed Art

Ring around the rosy with Jenny. "Happy" background sounds recored the night of a full November moon in my Gemini sign.

"Blindfold", haunt experiment. By blindfold I refer to the way in which I often create music. I record two or more tracks apart from each other at different times (days, weeks, etc.) without remembering what they sound like and bring the separate tracks together without listening to anything. Sometimes it is a complete train wreak but more often than not the " blindfold" method makes music by magic. This is one of those creations; never intended to be a "ring around the rosy" yet here we have it.

"Happy" As The Gemini Full Moon Rolls Around, My Split Personality

New song played at "The End of The World" show on the Winter Solstice 2012 at Witherspoon Hall, Joslyn Art Museum, Omaha, NE.

Night At Lake Unknown (Conor Oberst)

Different frequencies from inspirational shows, some random rubbish & decade OLDE solo tracks from "It's Hard To Remember" that have been salvaged from the ashes of several cremated computers... 
⇘The Olde World ⇙
Seeking truth through the vibration of sound. Following the compass inked atop bone and skin to the end of tangibility. I've spent hours in front of static televisions as if it were a crystal ball; dancing with shadow people in top hats and fire ghosts. May you too feel all the beauty and sadness one can possess. Living where the water is under the rocks, with chemical angels and elegant electric shamans; where record players play and the olde arts still hold sway. Welcome home and try to remember… Try to remember...

Other member's of The Olde World include: Nicole Marie Smythe & Kristopher Lodge Hoskins of: https://soundcloud.com/maskparade

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