Current mood:	contemplative
Current music:	Bright Eyes - Nothing Gets Crossed Out

Bright Eyes
Okay, I have to do this, because I'm really obsessed by him, and if I don't just say all I think of him, I'll just probably keep bothering people about it:



So, why do I love his music?
Mm... Every single one of his songs makes me think... it just gives me so many new views on the world, new information, it makes me happy... it makes me see things different, understand things differently...

and freedom yells
it don't cry
whatever sells will decide
but there's no hell
when you die
so don't look so worried (Light Pollution)

And we'll keep working on the problem
We know we'll never solve
Of love's uneven remainders
Our lives are fractions of a whole
But if the world could remain within a frame
Like a painting on a wall
Then I think we'd see the beauty then
We'd stand staring in awe (Bowl of Oranges)

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 (The cente of the world)


Even if the song talks about someone else's experience, it has such poetic images and true touching words in it, that it amazes me again.

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 (The cented of the world)

Last night my brother, he got drunk and drove
And this cop, he pulled him off to the side of the road
And he said officer, officer, you’ve got the wrong man
No, no, I’m a student of medicine, a son of a banker, you don’t understand
The cop said No one got hurt, you should be thankful
And your carelessness, it is something awful
And no I can’t just let you go
And though your father’s name is known
Your decisions now are yours alone
You’re nothing but a stepping stone on a path
To debt, to loss, to shame (Waste of paint)

The phone slips from a loose grip.
Words were missed then some apology
like I didn’t want to tell you this
it’s just some guys she has been hanging out with
oh I don’t 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 onto your overcoat.
Still laughter pours from under doors in this house.
I don’t understand that sound no more.
It seems artificial like a T.V. set. (Haligh, Haligh, A lie, Haligh)

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? (A song to pass the time)


His songs are like a diary for me, because I see things I thought or I felt, but in vivid and tangible images:

"This is the first day of my life."
I'm glad I didn't die before I met you
Now I don't care, I could go anywhere with you
And I'd probably be happy
So if you want to be with me
With these things there's no telling
we'll just have to wait and see
But I'd rather be working for a pay check
Than waiting to win the lottery
Besides, maybe this time it's different
I mean, I really think you like me (The first day of my life)

it's a shocking bit of footage
viewed from a shitty TV screen
you can squint at it through snowy static
to make out the meaning
just keep stretching the antennae,
hoping that it will come clear
we need some reception, a higher message,
just tell us what to fear
because i don't know what tommorow brings
it is alive with such possibilities
all i know is i feel better when i sing
burdens are lifted from me,
that is my voice rising! (Method Acting)

Well I should stop pointing fingers
Reserve my judgment
Of all those public action figures
And cowboy presidents
So loud behind the bull-horns
So proud they can’t admit
When they’ve made a mistake
While poison ink spews
From a speech writers pen
He knows he don’t have to say it
So it don't bother him
Honesty accuracy
It’s just popular opinion
And the approval ratings high
And so someone’s gonna die (Let's not shit ourselves (to love and to be loved))

And everything is lonely
I can be my own best friend.
I get a coffee and the paper;
have my own conversations with the sidewalk
and the pigeons and my window reflection.
The mask I polish in the evening
by the morning looks like shit. (Lua)

He makes me laugh, his irony is priceless, and again it makes me think:

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
and now I must live them or just not live,
but do you want that? (Haligh, Haligh, A lie, Haligh)

There's a man holding a megaphone
he must have been the voice of God
The bystanders claimed they saw angels
flying up and down the block
They must have been attached to wires
I seen one laying in the lawn
with a broken arm
so I called 911
Well that's one less founded opinion
One more cause for a dispute
So the street filled like a basin
up with cameras and their crews
and they washed away the rumors
leaving just the concrete truth
It was a spectacle
No, I mean a miracle (From a balance beam)

It’s kind of like walking out a door and discovering it’s a window. (Interview)

While my mother waters plants my father loads his gun.
He says, "Death will give us back to god,
just like the setting sun
is returned to the lonesome ocean."
And then they splashed into the deep blue sea
It was a wonderful splash (At the bottom of everything)

And some songs just blend together words and music in a wonderful way, they create a strong feeling that you can't ignore.
His songs are consolation, understanding, thinking, hopelessness and hopefullness, life...

Present for anyone who wants to take it:
A video of Miyavi singing If you happy and you know it (Se sei felice e lo sai batti le mani ^_^)
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=2751Y1LN