The Mask I Polish in the Evenin by the Morning Looks Like Shit
You know who Bright Eyes are, but you don’t know you did. Bright Eyes are an Indie Rock band, lead and focussed on Conor Oberst, a twenty something from Omaha. From the age of just two his mother said he’s been “banged his hands on the piano”. Thankfully he’s mastered playing it properly, and in fact, shows mastery of the art as a whole.
Today’s feature is a wonderfully simple and poised song, composed and performed by Conor. Released from the I’m Wide Awake and It’s Morning album in 2004, the song depicts the daily struggle of two people facing depression. The title of the song comes from the Portuguese word for moon, and possibly a number of Hawaiian language references made throughout the verses.
Enjoy the song, and remember to quote the Flaming Lips;
“It’s just an illusion caused by the world spinning round“
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I know that it is freezing, but I think we have to walk
I keep waving at the taxis, they keep turning their lights off
But Julie knows a party at some actor’s West side loft
Supplies are endless in the evening by the morning they’ll be gone
When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend
I’ll 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
And I know you have a heavy heart, I can feel it when we kiss
So many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it
But me I’m not a gamble, you can count on me to split
The love I sell you in the evening by the morning won’t exist
You’re looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black
Just keep going to the bathroom, always say you’ll be right back
Well, it takes one to know one, kid, I think you’ve got it bad
But what’s so easy in the evening by the morning’s such a drag
I got a flask inside my pocket, we can share it on the train
And if you promise to stay conscious I will try and do the same
We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain
But what was normal in the evening by the morning seems insane
And I’m not sure what the trouble was that started all of this
The reasons all have run away, but the feeling never did
It’s not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live
Cause what is simple in the moonlight by the morning never is
It was so simple in the moonlight now it’s so complicated
It was so simple in the moonlight, so simple in the moonlight
So simple in the moonlight…
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