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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bright Eyes
Performer
Conor Oberst
Vocals
Nathaniel Walcott
Piano
Mike Mogis
Electric Guitar
Flea
Bass
Jon Theodore
Percussion
Kip Skitter
Percussion
Suzie Katayama
Conductor
Jason McGee
Conductor
James Connor
Choir
Quishima Dixon
Choir
Natalie Ganther
Choir
Anthony Johnson
Choir
Edward Lawson
Choir
Jennifer Lee
Choir
Sharetta Morgan-Harmon
Choir
Marquee Perkins
Choir
Jessica Guideri
Violin
Tammy Hatwab
Violin
Jackie Brand
Violin
Roberto Cani
Violin
Paul Cartwright
Violin
Nina Evtuhov
Violin
Gerry Hillera
Violin
Ana Landauer
Violin
Natalie Leggett
Violin
Michelle Richards
Violin
Jenny Takamatsu
Violin
John Wittenberg
Violin
Rob Brophy
Viola
Tom Lea
Viola
Luke Maurer
Viola
Rodney Wirtz
Viola
Vanessa Freebairn-Smith
Cello
Erika Duke
Cello
Dane Little
Cello
Charlie Tyler
Cello
Johanna Bornstein
Flute
Lara Wickes
Oboe
Don Foster
Clarinet
Jon Lewis
Trumpet
Dan Rosenboom
Trumpet
Alex Iles
Trombone
Steve Holtman
Trombone
John J. Mitchell
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Conor Oberst
Composer
Nathaniel Walcott
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bright Eyes
Producer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Steve Churchyard
Engineer
Texty
Got to keep on going like it ain't the end
Got to change like your life is depending on it
It's a long time coming, and we're taking it in
What a wild ruse
See the cold moon hanging like the pennant above
Too many ice cream socials with the promise ring love
Had to shoot all the targets at the carnival 'cause
You needed hard proof
I read God is dead I shed some tears for him
But I swear on His grave, I'll never do it again
And I screamed when I realized what was happening
That I had good news
I'll grieve
What I have lost
Forgive the firing squad
How imperfect life can be
Now all I can do
Is just dance on through
See the Coast Guard coming, save the drowning men
Out by Catalina island, they abandoned ship
All the news trucks piled up with starts and fits
Coming from Point Doom
It's the last ditch effort, makes no sense to try
Put more gas on the tires, put more wood on the fire
Warm your hands up 'cause we'll probably be here a while
If you want the honest truth
Don't turn
Your cheek away
Please, don't resuscitate
Make an example out of me
'Cause all I can do
Is just dance on through
And sing
Got a diamond cold heart, and I got it in spades
With the walkman fading like an audio slave
It's a self-induced seizure like a kid at a rave
Smeared in Day-Glo paint
And all the popular prophets want to take me to task
Well, it's just your opinion, so I'd rather not ask
But I got me a cane, and I'm spinning it fast
As the band plays
Don't read
My worried mind
That smoking gun
Passing through time
I'm yours
You can decide
What fate I'll have
On the firing line
Because now all I can do
Is just dance on through
And sing
With every note there is
With every note there was
Each passing chord
There was only love
(With every) With every step there is
With every step that was
Spinning around
There was only love
Only love
Only love
It was a slow dance for us
There was only love
Writer(s): Conor Oberst, Nathaniel Walcott
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