Bright Eyes - Fevers And Mirrors (2007) by Bright Eyes (보컬) on maniadb.com

'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 same 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
because 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 it's gotten
used to you and your constant need for proof.

Here's a scale, weigh it out and you'll find, easily
More than sufficient doubt that these colors you see
were picked in advance by some careful hand
With an absolute concept of beauty
They are smeared and these blurs come in random order
And they color the eyes of your former lovers
Hers were green like July,
Except when she cried they were red
Now I know a disease that these doctors can’t treat
You contract on the day you accept all you see
Is a mirror, and a mirror is all it can be
A reflection of something we’re missing
And language just happened, it was never planned
And it’s inadequate to describe where I am
In the room of my house where the light's never been
Waiting for this day to end
And these clocks keep unwinding and completely ignore
Everything that we hate or adore
Once the page of a calendar is turned it’s no more
So tell me then, what was it for?
Oh tell me, what was it for

Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning
when you start to raise your head?
And does he sing to you, incessantly,
from the space between your 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?
Oh, Does he know that place below your neck
that's your favorite to be touched?
And does he cry through broken sentences like,
"I love you far too much"?

Does he lay awake listening to your breath?
Worried you smoke too many cigarettes?
Is he coughing now?
On a bathroom floor?
For every speck of tile
There's a thousand more
You won't ever see
But must hold inside yourself
Eternally

Well, I drug your ghost across the country
And we plotted out my death
In every city, memories would 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.
You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine."

And I kissed a girl with a broken jaw
That her father gave to her
She had eyes bright enough to burn me ;
They reminded me of yours
And in a story told, she was a little girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field
And there were rows of ripe tomatoes, where a secret was concealed
And it rose like thunder
Clapped under our hands
And it stretched for centuries
To a diary entry's end
Where I wrote,

"You make me happy,
Oh, when skies are gray.
You make me happy
Oh, when skies are gray, and gray, and gray."

Well the clock's heart it hangs inside its open chest
With its hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself
But I will not weep
For those dying days
For all the ones who've left
There's a few that stayed
And they found me here
And pulled me from the grass
Where I was laid

Now and again it seems worse than it is,
but mostly the view is accurate.
You see your breath in the air
as 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're not really sure
what you're doing this for
but you need something to fill up the days.
A few more hours.

There's a dream in my brain that just won’t go away.
It's 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's more like a ghost
that's been following us both.
Something vague that we're not seeing

You follow the footsteps
echoes leading down a hall
To a room, there's music playing
Tiny bells with moving parts
Here the shadows make things ugly
an effect quite undesirable
And The gold and yellow daylight
Grows like ivy across the wall
And it bounces off of the painted porcelain
A 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 my 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 good-bye

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 can't 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 don't 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 away.

Tomorrow when I wake up
I’m 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
I’m 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 don’t 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 case

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The phone slips from a loose grip
Words were missed then, some apology
I didn’t want to tell you this
No, it’s just some guy she's been hanging out with
I don’t know, the past couple weeks I guess
Well, thank you and hang up the phone
Let the funeral start
Hear the casket close
Let’s pin split-black ribbon to your overcoat
Well, laughter pours from under doors
In this house, I don’t understand that sound no more
It seems artificial, like a T.V. set
Well, haligh, haligh, haligh, 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 now
A lock of hair you said would prove
Our love would never die
Well ha ha ha
I remember everything
The words we spoke on freezing South Street
And all those mornings watching you get ready for school
You combed your hair inside that mirror
The one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears
Something about those bright colors
would always make you feel better
But now we speak with ruined tongues
And the words we say aren’t meant for anyone
It’s just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance
But there was once you
You said you hate my suffering
And you understood
And you’d take care of me
You'd always be there
Well where are you now?
Haligh, haligh, haligh, 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 you have twice removed
A lock of hair you said would prove
Our love would never die
And I sing and sing of awful things
The pleasure that my sadness brings
As my fingers press onto the strings
In yet another clumsy 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
Always one sided
Nothing is clear
Except we keep coming back
To this meaning that I lack
He says the choices were given
Now I must live them
Or just not live
But do you want that

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 taste.
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 weren't enough,
The alarm clock's going off
But you're not waking up,
This isn't happening, happening, happening, happening, happening.
It is.

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
you raise her hands in the air
Ask her '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 you're 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
It's 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 won't know what to do
And the moment that you're laughing
There is someone there who will be laughing louder than you
So it's true, the trick is complete
You've become everything you said you never would be
You're 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?

Did you expect it all to stop
At the wave of your hand?
Like the sun's just gonna drop
If it's night you demand.
Well, in the dark we're 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,
It's 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 can't even recall
Any names, faces, or lines,
It's more the feeling of it all.
Well, winter's gonna end,
I'm gonna clean these veins again
So close to dying that I finally can start living.

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 don't 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,
Don't stay so far away from me."
This weather has me wanting love more tangible.
Something I can hold,
'Cause it's 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 can't 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, 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 laughing.