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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave Rawlings Machine
Dave Rawlings Machine
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Conor Oberst
Conor Oberst
Composer
Neil Young
Neil Young
Composer

Lyrics

Bright Eyes/Neil Young cover medley There's no beginning to the story A bookshelf sinks into the sand And a language learned, forgot in turn Studied once again It's a shocking bit of footage Viewed on a shitty TV screen You can squint at it The snow and static To make out what it means And keep stretching that antenna Hoping that it will come clear I need some reception A higher message Please tell me what to feel 'Cause I don't know what tomorrow brings It's alive with such possibilities But I know that I feel better when I sing Burdens are lifted from me That's my voice rising So T-Bone, please keep the tape rolling We'll keep strumming that guitar We need a record of our failures We must document our love I sat too long in my silence Grown too old on my pain To shed this skin, be born again It starts with an ending And I don't know what tomorrow brings It's full of such possibilities But I know that I feel better when I sing Burdens are lifted from me That's my voice rising It's not a movie, no private screening This method acting--I call it living It's like a fountain, the door is open We have a problem with no solution But to love and to be loved So thank you friends for the time we shared Your love stays with me like sunlight and air And I truly wish I could keep hanging around here My joy is covering me, soon I will disappear He came dancing across the water With his galleons and guns Looking for the new world In the palace in the sun On the shore lay Montezuma With his coca leaves and pearls In his halls, he often wondered The secrets of the world And his subjects gathered round him Like the leaves around a tree In their clothes of many colors For the angry gods to see And the women all looked beautiful And the men stood straight and strong They offered life in sacrifice So that others could go on Hate was just a legend And war was never known The people worked together And they lifted many stones Then they carried them to the flatlands But they died along the way And they built up with their bare hands What we still can't do today And I know she's living there And she loves me to this day I just can't remember when Or how I lost my way
Writer(s): Conor Oberst, Neil Young Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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