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Bright Eyes lyrics

Album: Fevers & Mirrors [2000]

Tracks12
 01  A Spindle, A Darkness, A Fever, And a Necklace
 02 A Scale, a Mirror, and These Indifferent Clocks
 03  The Calendar Hung Itself...
 04  Something Vague
 05  The Movement of a Hand
 06  Arienette
 07  When the Curious Girl Realizes She Is Under Glass
 08  Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh
 09  The Center of the World
 10  Sunrise, Sunset
 11  An Attempt to Tip the Scales
 12  A Song to Pass the Time
all Bright Eyes lyrics



A Spindle, A Darkness, A Fever, And a Necklace
You turn on a spindle. You are so much looser now but you're not explaining how you 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 I do because you don't depend on all the shit that I use to make
my moods improve. 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 cure 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 and
they were singing, Don't you do what you've wanted to. Yeah, don't destroy yourself like those
cowards do and maybe the sun keeps coming up because it has gotten used to you and your
constant need for proof.back to top
The Calendar Hung Itself...
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Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning
when you start to raise your head
And does he sing to you incesively
in the space between you bed and wall

Does he walk around all day at school
with his feet inside your shoes
Looking down every few steps
to pretend he walks with you
Does he know that place below your neck
is your favourite to be touched
And does he cry through broken sentences
like "I love you far to much"

Does he lay awake listening to your breath
worried you smoked too many cigarettes
Is he coughin now, on a bathroom floor
For every spec of tile, theres a thousand more
You will never see, those poems on yourself
Internally

Well I drug your ghost across the country
and we plotted out my death
and every city and memories we'd whisper
Here is where you rest

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
My only sunshine

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
My only sunshine

And I kiss the girl with the broken jaw
that her father gave to her
she had eyes bright enough to burn you
they remind me of yours

And in a story told she was a little girl
In a red room summers field
and there were rows of ripe tomatoes
where a secret was concealed

And it grows like thunder
clapped under our hands
And it streched for centuries
to diary entries AND
where I wrote

You make me happy, when skies are grey
you make me happy, when skies are grey
and grey and grey

The clocks heart it hangs inside
Here something shadows
With it stretched towards the calendar hanging itself
but I will not bleed for those dying days
for all the ones who've left theres a few that stayed
and they found me here and pulled me from the grass
where I was Layingback to top
Something Vague
Now and then it seems worse than it is, but mostly the view is accurate. You see your breath in
the air while you climb up the stairs to that coffin you call your apartment. And you sink in your
chair, brush the snow from your hair and drink the cold away. You are not really sure what you
are doing this for but you need something to fill up the days. A few more hours. There is a
dream in my brain that just won't go away. It has been stuck there since it came a few nights
ago I'm standing on a bridge in the town where I lived as a kid with my mom and my brothers.
And then the bridge disappears and I'm standing on air with nothing holding me. And I hang like
a star, fucking glow in the dark, for all those starving eyes to see, like the ones we've wished on.
But now I'm confused. Is this death really you? Do these dreams have any meaning? No. No, I
think it is more like a ghost that has been following us both. Something vague that we are not
seeing, something more like a feeling.back to top
The Movement of a Hand
You follow the footsteps...Echoes leading down a hall to a room. There
is music playing-tiny bells with moving parts. Here the shadows make
things ugly, an effect quite undesirable. The bold and yellow daylight
grows like ivy across the wall, and bounces off of the painted
porcelain, tiny dancing doll. Her body spins, as she pirouettes again,
the world suddenly seems small. On an off white, subtle morning you
stretch your legs in the front seat. The road has made a vacuum where
our voices used to be. And you lay your head onto myu shoulder, pour
like water over me. So if I just exist for the next ten minutes of
this drive that would be fine, and all the trees that line this curb
would be rejoicing and alive. Soon all the joy that pours from
everything makes fountains of your eyes because you finally understand
the movement of a hand waving you goodbye.back to top
Arienette
The fragile keep secrets
Gathered in pockets
And they will sell them for nothing
A cheap watch or locket
That kind of gold washes off
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
The angry are animals Senseless and savage
They act without order
In logical lapses
They stain their mouths with blood
So take my hand
This barren land is alive tonight
Oh, the corn has grown stalks
That form a wall to hide
But the wind carries sounds
That I canít see from beyond that line
Then the stalks begin to sway
Oh, stay with me, Arienette
Until the wolves are away
The wicked are vultures
And they bake in the canyons
They circle in sunlight
And wait for their victims
To collapse and call to them
The desperate are water
They'll run down forever
And soak into silence
And end up together
In a dark and distant, dark and distant place
So donít leave me here with only mirrors watching me
This house, it holds nothing but the memories
And the moon, it leaves silver but never sleep
And then the silver turns to gray
Oh stay with me, Arienette
Until the wolves are awayback to top
When the Curious Girl Realizes She Is Under Glass
Tomorrow when I wake up
Iím finding my brother
And making him take me back down to the water
That lake where we sailed, and we laughed with our father
I will not desert him
I will not desert him

No matter how I may wish for a coffin so clean
Or these trees to undress all their leaves onto me
I put my face in the dirt and then finally I'll see
The sky that has been avoiding me.

I started this letter
Iím going to send it to Ruba
It'll be blessed by her eyes on the gulf coast of Florida
With her feet in the sand,
And one hand on her swimsuit,
She'll recite the prayer of my pen

Saying, "Time take us forward.
Relief from this longing.
They can land that plane on my heart;
I donít care.
Just give me November,
The warmth of a whisper,
In the freezing darkness of my room."

But no matter what I would do in an attempt to replace
All these pills that I take, trying to balance my brain
See the curious girl with that look on her face
So surprised she stares out from her display caseback to top
Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh
The phone slips from a loose grip
Words were missed and some apology
I didn't want to tell you this it's
Just some guy shes been hanging out with
oh I dont know the past couple of weeks I guess
Thank you and hang up the phone
Let the funeral start
Hear the casket close
Let's pin split-black ribbon to your overcoat
The laughter pours from under doors in this house
I dont understand that sound no more
It seems artificial like a T.V. set

Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh this weight it must be satisfied
You offer only one reply
You know not what you do
But you tear and tear your hair from roots
From that same head you have twice removed
A lock of hair you said you would prove
That our love would never die
Well ha ha ha

I remember everything the words we spoke on freezing South Street
All those mornings watching you get ready for school
Combed your hair inside that mirror
The one you paintd blue and glued with jewllery tears
Something about those bright colours would always make you feel better
But now we speak with ruined tounges
The words we say aren't meant for anyone
It's just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance
but there was once you said you hate my suffering
and you understood and you'd take care of me
you would always be there, well where are you now

Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh the plans were never finalized
but left to hang like yarn and twine dangling before my eyes.
As you tear and tear your hair from roots
from that same head that you have twice removed
a lock of hair you said would prove
that our love would never die.
As I sing and sing of awful things
The pleasure that my sadness brings
My fingers press onto the strings
You get another clumbsy chord

Haligh, Haligh, an awful lie.
This weight will now be satisfied.
I'm gonna give you only one reply
I know not who I am
but I talk in the mirror to the stranger that appears.
Our conversations are circles
and always one sided, nothing is clear.
Except we keep coming back to this meaning that I lack.
He says the choices were given and now you must live them
or just not live, but do you want that?back to top
The Center of the World
At the center of the world
There's a statue of a girl
She is standing near a well
With a bucket bare and dry
I went and looked her in the eyes
And she turned me into sand
This clumsy form that I despise
It scattered easy in her hand
And came to rest upon a beach
With a million others there
We sat and waited for the sea
To stretch out so that we could disappear
Into the endlessness of blue
Into the horror of the truth
See, we are far less than we knew
Yeah, we are far less than we knew
But we knew what we could take
Girls found honey to drench our hands
Men cut marble to mark our graves
Saying, we'll need something to remind us
Of all the sweetness that has passed through us
(fresh sangria and lemon tea)
The priests dressed children for choir
(white-robed small voices praise Him)
But found no joy in what was sung
The funeral had begun
In the middle of the day
When you drive home to your place
From that job that makes you sleep
Back to the thoughts that keep you awake
Long after night has come to claim
Any light that still remains
In the corner of the frame
That you put around her face
Two pills just werenít enough
The alarm clock's going off
But you're not waking up
This isnít happening, happening, happening, happening, happening
It isback to top
Sunrise, Sunset
, sunrise, sunset
Swiftly go the days
Sunrise, sunset, you wake up then you undress
It always is the same
The sunrise and a sun sets
You are lying while you confess
Keep trying to explain
The sunrise and the sun sets
You realize and then you forget
What you have been trying to retain
But everybody knows it's all about the things
That get stuck inside of your head
Like the songs your roommate sings
Or a vision of her body as she stretches out on your bed
She raises her hands in the air
Asks you "When was the last time you looked in the mirror?
Cause you've changed, yeah, you've changed"
The sunrise, the sunset, you're hopeful and then you regret
The circle never breaks
With a sunrise and sunset, there's a change of heart or address
Is there nothing that remains?
For a sunrise or a sunset, you're manic or youíre depressed
Will you ever feel ok?
For a sunrise or a sunset, your lover is an actress
Did you really think she'd stay?
For a sunrise or a sunset, you're either coming or you just left
But you're always on the way
Towards a sunrise or a sunset, a scribble or a sonnet
They are really just the same
To the sunrise or the sunset, the master and his servant
Have exactly the same fate
Itís a sunrise and a sunset, from a cradle to a casket
There is no way to escape
The sunrise or the sunset, hold your sadness like a puppet
Keep putting on the play
But everything you do is leading to the point
Where you just wonít know what to do
And the moment that you're laughing
There is someone there who will be laughing louder than you
So itís true, the trick is complete
You've become everything you said you never would be
Youíre a fool, you're a fool
Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset
The sunrise and the sun sets
Sunrise, sunset, the sunrise, the sun sets
The sunrise, the sun sets
Sunrise, sunset, go home to your apartment
Put the cassette in the tape
Deck and let that fever play
Sunrise, sunset, where are you, Arienette?
Where are you, Arienette?back to top
An Attempt to Tip the Scales
Did you expect it all to stop
At the wave of your hand?
Like the sun's just gonna drop
If itís night you demand
Well, in the dark we are just air
So the house might dissolve
But once we're gone, who's gonna care
If we were ever here at all?
Well, summer's gonna come
Itís gonna cloud our eyes again
No need to focus
When there's nothing that's worth seeing
So we trade liquor for blood
In an attempt to tip the scales
I think you lost what you loved
In that mess of details
They seemed so important at the time
But now you canít even recall
Any of the names, faces, or lines
It's more the feeling of it all
Well, winter's gonna end
Iím gonna clean these veins again
So close to dying that i finally can start livingback to top
A Song to Pass the Time
There's a middle-aged woman, she's dragging her feet
She carries baskets of clothes to a laundromat
While the Mexican children, kick rocks into the street
And they laugh in a language I donít understand
But I love them, why do I love them?
So the neighborhood's dimming, I smoke on the porch
Watch the people as they pass enclosed inside their cars
On their faces just anger or disappointment
I start wishing there was something I could offer them
A consolation, what could I offer them?
Well, they are sad in their suburbs, robots water the lawn
and everything they touch gets dusted spotless
And so they start to believe they've not touched anything at all
And the cars in the driveway only multiply
Well, They are lost in their houses
I've heard them sing in the shower
Making speeches to their sister on the telephone
Saying, "You come home, woman, you come here
Donít stay so far away from me"
This weather has me wanting love more tangible
Something I can hold
cause itís getting cold
Let's hold up our fists to the flame in the sky
To block out the light that's reaching for our eyes
Cause it, cause it would blind us
Yeah it will blind us
Well, I've locked my actions in the grooves of routine
So I may never be free of this apathy
But I wait for a letter that's coming to me
She sends me pictures of the ocean in an envelope
So there still is hope, yes, I can be healed
There is someone looking for what I've concealed
In my secret drawer, in my pockets deep
You will find the reasons that I canít sleep
And you will still want me
But will you still want me?
Will you still want me?
Well i said "Come for the week, you can sleep in my bed
And pass through my life like a dream through my head
It will be easy
I'll make it easy"
But, all I have for the moment is a song to pass the time
And a melody to keep me from worrying
Some simple progression to keep my fingers busy
And words that are sure to come back to me
And they'll be laughing
And they'll be laughing
My mediocrity, my mediocrity
Yeah they'll be laughing
Yeah they'll be laughing
They will be laughingback to top
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