Let's Not Shit Ourselves (to Love and to Be Loved) Lyrics
| Song | Let's Not Shit Ourselves (to Love and to Be Loved) |
| Artist | Bright Eyes |
| Album | Lifted Or The Story Is In The Soil, Keep Your Ear To The Ground |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness. A baby cried hard in an apartment complex, | |
| as I pass a car buried under the influence. The city is driving me out of my mind. | |
| I have seen a child is caught in the sad trap of gravity. | |
| He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree and lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity. | |
| Next time he will not aim so high. Yeah, next time, neither will I. | |
| A mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges. | |
| Her family is reduced to names on a shopping list. | |
| Meanwhile, a coroner kneels beneath a great, wooden crucifix. | |
| He know that there are worse things than being alone. | |
| I have learned to retreat at the first sign of danger. | |
| I mean, why wait around, if it's just to surrender? Ambition, I have found, can only lead to failure. | |
| I do not read the reviews. No, I am not singing for you. | |
| I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well. And I would throw my whole billfold | |
| if I thought it would help. With all these wishes I make, | |
| I should by something great, at least a telephone call home. | |
| My teachers, they built the retaining wall memory, all those multiple choices I answered so quickly. | |
| And I got my grades back and forgot just as easily, but as least I got an A. | |
| So I don't have them to blame. I should stop pointing fingers; | |
| reserve my judgment of all those public action figures, the cowboy president. | |
| So loud behind the bullhorn so proud they can't admit when they have made a mistake. | |
| While poison ink spews from a speechwriter's pen, he knows that he doesn't have to say it, | |
| so it don't bother him. "Honesty" "Accuracy" are really just "Popular Opinion." | |
| And the approval rating is high, so someone is going to die. ABC, NBC, CBS: Bullshit. | |
| They give us fact or fiction? I guess an even split. And each new act of war is tonight's entertainment. | |
| We are still the pawns in their game. As they take an eye for an eye until no one can see, | |
| we must stumble blindly forward, repeating history. Well, I guess that we all fit into your slogan | |
| on the fast food marquee: Red blooded, White skinned oh and the Blues. | |
| I got the Blues! I got the Blues! That's me! That's me! | |
| Well, I awoke in relief. My sheets and tubes were all tangled weak from whiskey and pills, | |
| in a Chicago hospital. My father was there, in a chair, by the window, staring so far away. | |
| I tried talking, just whispered, "...so sorry...so selfish..." He stopped me and said, | |
| "Child I love you regardless and there is nothing you could do that would ever change this. | |
| I'm not angry. It happens. You just can't do it again." | |
| So now I try to keep up, I have been exchanging my currency. | |
| While a million objects pass through my periphery. So now I am rubbing my eyes because | |
| they are starting to bother me. I have been staring too long at the screen. | |
| But where was it when I first heard the sound of brutality? It came to my ears in the goddamn | |
| loveliest melody. How grateful I was them to be part of the mystery, | |
| to love and be loved. Let's just hope that is enough. |
| The animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness. A baby cried hard in an apartment complex, | |
| as I pass a car buried under the influence. The city is driving me out of my mind. | |
| I have seen a child is caught in the sad trap of gravity. | |
| He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree and lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity. | |
| Next time he will not aim so high. Yeah, next time, neither will I. | |
| A mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges. | |
| Her family is reduced to names on a shopping list. | |
| Meanwhile, a coroner kneels beneath a great, wooden crucifix. | |
| He know that there are worse things than being alone. | |
| I have learned to retreat at the first sign of danger. | |
| I mean, why wait around, if it' s just to surrender? Ambition, I have found, can only lead to failure. | |
| I do not read the reviews. No, I am not singing for you. | |
| I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well. And I would throw my whole billfold | |
| if I thought it would help. With all these wishes I make, | |
| I should by something great, at least a telephone call home. | |
| My teachers, they built the retaining wall memory, all those multiple choices I answered so quickly. | |
| And I got my grades back and forgot just as easily, but as least I got an A. | |
| So I don' t have them to blame. I should stop pointing fingers | |
| reserve my judgment of all those public action figures, the cowboy president. | |
| So loud behind the bullhorn so proud they can' t admit when they have made a mistake. | |
| While poison ink spews from a speechwriter' s pen, he knows that he doesn' t have to say it, | |
| so it don' t bother him. " Honesty" " Accuracy" are really just " Popular Opinion." | |
| And the approval rating is high, so someone is going to die. ABC, NBC, CBS: Bullshit. | |
| They give us fact or fiction? I guess an even split. And each new act of war is tonight' s entertainment. | |
| We are still the pawns in their game. As they take an eye for an eye until no one can see, | |
| we must stumble blindly forward, repeating history. Well, I guess that we all fit into your slogan | |
| on the fast food marquee: Red blooded, White skinned oh and the Blues. | |
| I got the Blues! I got the Blues! That' s me! That' s me! | |
| Well, I awoke in relief. My sheets and tubes were all tangled weak from whiskey and pills, | |
| in a Chicago hospital. My father was there, in a chair, by the window, staring so far away. | |
| I tried talking, just whispered, "... so sorry... so selfish..." He stopped me and said, | |
| " Child I love you regardless and there is nothing you could do that would ever change this. | |
| I' m not angry. It happens. You just can' t do it again." | |
| So now I try to keep up, I have been exchanging my currency. | |
| While a million objects pass through my periphery. So now I am rubbing my eyes because | |
| they are starting to bother me. I have been staring too long at the screen. | |
| But where was it when I first heard the sound of brutality? It came to my ears in the goddamn | |
| loveliest melody. How grateful I was them to be part of the mystery, | |
| to love and be loved. Let' s just hope that is enough. |
| The animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness. A baby cried hard in an apartment complex, | |
| as I pass a car buried under the influence. The city is driving me out of my mind. | |
| I have seen a child is caught in the sad trap of gravity. | |
| He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree and lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity. | |
| Next time he will not aim so high. Yeah, next time, neither will I. | |
| A mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges. | |
| Her family is reduced to names on a shopping list. | |
| Meanwhile, a coroner kneels beneath a great, wooden crucifix. | |
| He know that there are worse things than being alone. | |
| I have learned to retreat at the first sign of danger. | |
| I mean, why wait around, if it' s just to surrender? Ambition, I have found, can only lead to failure. | |
| I do not read the reviews. No, I am not singing for you. | |
| I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well. And I would throw my whole billfold | |
| if I thought it would help. With all these wishes I make, | |
| I should by something great, at least a telephone call home. | |
| My teachers, they built the retaining wall memory, all those multiple choices I answered so quickly. | |
| And I got my grades back and forgot just as easily, but as least I got an A. | |
| So I don' t have them to blame. I should stop pointing fingers | |
| reserve my judgment of all those public action figures, the cowboy president. | |
| So loud behind the bullhorn so proud they can' t admit when they have made a mistake. | |
| While poison ink spews from a speechwriter' s pen, he knows that he doesn' t have to say it, | |
| so it don' t bother him. " Honesty" " Accuracy" are really just " Popular Opinion." | |
| And the approval rating is high, so someone is going to die. ABC, NBC, CBS: Bullshit. | |
| They give us fact or fiction? I guess an even split. And each new act of war is tonight' s entertainment. | |
| We are still the pawns in their game. As they take an eye for an eye until no one can see, | |
| we must stumble blindly forward, repeating history. Well, I guess that we all fit into your slogan | |
| on the fast food marquee: Red blooded, White skinned oh and the Blues. | |
| I got the Blues! I got the Blues! That' s me! That' s me! | |
| Well, I awoke in relief. My sheets and tubes were all tangled weak from whiskey and pills, | |
| in a Chicago hospital. My father was there, in a chair, by the window, staring so far away. | |
| I tried talking, just whispered, "... so sorry... so selfish..." He stopped me and said, | |
| " Child I love you regardless and there is nothing you could do that would ever change this. | |
| I' m not angry. It happens. You just can' t do it again." | |
| So now I try to keep up, I have been exchanging my currency. | |
| While a million objects pass through my periphery. So now I am rubbing my eyes because | |
| they are starting to bother me. I have been staring too long at the screen. | |
| But where was it when I first heard the sound of brutality? It came to my ears in the goddamn | |
| loveliest melody. How grateful I was them to be part of the mystery, | |
| to love and be loved. Let' s just hope that is enough. |
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