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Bright Eyes - Jejune Stars [Official Music Video]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bright Eyes
Bright Eyes
Performer
Mike Mogis
Mike Mogis
Guitar
Andy LeMaster
Andy LeMaster
Additional Vocals
Conor Oberst
Conor Oberst
Vocals
Nathaniel Walcott
Nathaniel Walcott
Keyboards
Matt Maginn
Matt Maginn
Bass Guitar
Clark Baechle
Clark Baechle
Drums
Shane Aspegren
Shane Aspegren
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bright Eyes
Bright Eyes
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Mogis
Mike Mogis
Mixing Engineer
Andy LeMaster
Andy LeMaster
Engineer

Lyrics

Every new day is a gift, it's a song of redemption Any expression of love is a way to return To that place that I think of so often, but not never mention The one the voice in the back of my head says that I don't deserve Come fire, come water, come karma, we're all in transition The wheel of becoming erases the physical mind 'Til all that remains is a staircase of misinformation And the code we inherit the basis, the essence of life So I go umbrella under my arm, into the green of the radar How did it get so dark in the day? It's just so bizarre, is it true what we're made of? Why do I hide from the rain? Inside some cloudy nostalgia, where there are no features Look at ourselves through a porthole, the passage of time See that sunny day that we snuck down, hid under the bleachers Kissed as the band marched, everything fell into line So I go umbrella under my arm, into the green of the radar How did I get so lost, I'm amazed? It's just so bizarre, all the things I'm afraid of Why do I hide from the rain? Sure I had my doubts, but I know it now We are jejune stars So it starts again at our childhood's end I'll die young at heart, heart So I go umbrella under my arm, into the green of the radar How did it get so dark in the day? It's just so bizarre, if it's true what we're made of Why do I hide from the rain? Somebody saw something, and they say, "Hey, it look like a pomegranate" And I don't know what they call a pomegranate, but it looks like a pomegranate, right? It became, no matter what language you spoken it, syllables or frequencies It's the world of creation, a vibrating strings between sound
Writer(s): Conor Oberst Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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