Lenders in the Temple
Conor OberstConor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band- Lenders in the Temple
something so wild, turned into paper
if you love me, then that’s your fault
“I’m not a kid anymore, obviously. I guess I learned, finally, that nothing is really that big a deal. If someone’s not dying or getting born, it’s just not that big a deal. Everything in between those two experiences should be about just enjoying life. I don’t know why it was so hard for me to figure that out, but right now it’s all about going with the flow and not taking everything so seriously.”
—Conor Oberst
I Got the Reason #1
Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley BandYou know a lot can happen after everybody falls asleep,
Ask the forest fire, ask the cop walking on the beat.
And do right by them, work a little in your dreams.
Don’t let time rob you, hold onto your memories…
I want to belong to a reason,
And cut a new key to the kingdom.
And if anybody asks me, say, I want to belong…
I Got the Reason #1
by Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band
White Shoes
Conor Oberst and The Mystic Valley BandWhite Shoes by Conor Oberst and The Mystic Valley
You can wear your new white shoes in the muddy afternoon
Walking past these day drunks too, they whistle with their hands
But I could be your catcall too, anything you wanna do
Anything you wanna do
You can take your slide trombone, play it in your catacombs
Find a town that moves real slow and turn it on its head
And I could be your Pharaoh’s tomb, anything you wanna do
Lover anything you wanna do
If you want to be common I can claim that I tamed you
A demigod in a bonnet, they’re gonna know it ain’t true
You can paint your nails lime green, rent yourself a limousine
Kidnap the professor’s niece, just tell them that she’s dead
We’ll party in a hotel room, anything you wanna do
Sister anything you wanna do
You can get your hair all wet sleeping on the riverbed
Kiss a frog and then dissect, gotta find out what’s inside
And you can have my bad side too, anything you wanna do
Sure anything you wanna do
If you want to be common I can claim that I tamed you
A demigod in a bonnet, they’re gonna know it ain’t true
And yes, you are King David’s star
And the crescent moon, and the crescent moon
You must sweep the Bodhi tree
I sit beneath, I sit beneath
You can wear your new white shoes in the dirty afternoon
Walking through the traffic fumes, a flower in your hair
And I will swing upon your moods, anytime you want me to
Just tell me what you wanna do, anything you wanna do
Lover anything you wanna do, lover anything you wanna do
