| Song | Soul Singer In A Session Band |
| Artist | Bright Eyes |
| Album | Cassadaga |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Conor Oberst | |
| See the Soul Singer in the session band | |
| Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand | |
| Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan | |
| For the Soul Singer in the session band | |
| Now a red carpet bagger makes a Blackberry call | |
| To the plastic piranhas in the city of salt | |
| Wasted wheat paste campaign post no bills on the wall | |
| You mean nothing to no one but that's nobody's fault | |
| See the Soul Singer in the session band | |
| Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand | |
| Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan | |
| For the Soul Singer in the session band | |
| I had a lengthy discussion about The Power of Myth | |
| With a post-modern author who didn't exist | |
| In this fictitious world all reality twists | |
| I was a hopeless romantic now I'm just turning tricks | |
| Just like that Soul Singer in the session band | |
| Shredded confetti beneath a microphone stand | |
| Saw the Conflict of Interest slipping cash in the hand | |
| Of the Soul Singer in the session band | |
| His room is on fire since he painted it red | |
| There are a stranger's silk sequins at the foot of the bed | |
| He has been to weddings and funerals but he still never wept | |
| Now sorrow is pleasure when you want it instead | |
| Just like the Soul Singer in the session band | |
| Wailed like an infant atop a white baby grand | |
| We'll need every sand bag and every man | |
| To save the Soul Singer in the session band | |
| Headlights or Taillights it's a flip of a coin | |
| I have been coming and going since the day I was born | |
| And I followed the breadcrumbs but I never got home | |
| I grew old in an instant now I am all on my own | |
| Just like that Soul Singer in the session band | |
| Shredded to nothing beneath the microphone stand | |
| Saw the wave of the future through the crack of the dam | |
| Drowned the Soul Singer in the session band | |
| Bless the Soul singer in the session band |
| zuo qu : Conor Oberst | |
| See the Soul Singer in the session band | |
| Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand | |
| Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan | |
| For the Soul Singer in the session band | |
| Now a red carpet bagger makes a Blackberry call | |
| To the plastic piranhas in the city of salt | |
| Wasted wheat paste campaign post no bills on the wall | |
| You mean nothing to no one but that' s nobody' s fault | |
| See the Soul Singer in the session band | |
| Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand | |
| Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan | |
| For the Soul Singer in the session band | |
| I had a lengthy discussion about The Power of Myth | |
| With a postmodern author who didn' t exist | |
| In this fictitious world all reality twists | |
| I was a hopeless romantic now I' m just turning tricks | |
| Just like that Soul Singer in the session band | |
| Shredded confetti beneath a microphone stand | |
| Saw the Conflict of Interest slipping cash in the hand | |
| Of the Soul Singer in the session band | |
| His room is on fire since he painted it red | |
| There are a stranger' s silk sequins at the foot of the bed | |
| He has been to weddings and funerals but he still never wept | |
| Now sorrow is pleasure when you want it instead | |
| Just like the Soul Singer in the session band | |
| Wailed like an infant atop a white baby grand | |
| We' ll need every sand bag and every man | |
| To save the Soul Singer in the session band | |
| Headlights or Taillights it' s a flip of a coin | |
| I have been coming and going since the day I was born | |
| And I followed the breadcrumbs but I never got home | |
| I grew old in an instant now I am all on my own | |
| Just like that Soul Singer in the session band | |
| Shredded to nothing beneath the microphone stand | |
| Saw the wave of the future through the crack of the dam | |
| Drowned the Soul Singer in the session band | |
| Bless the Soul singer in the session band |
| zuò qǔ : Conor Oberst | |
| See the Soul Singer in the session band | |
| Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand | |
| Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan | |
| For the Soul Singer in the session band | |
| Now a red carpet bagger makes a Blackberry call | |
| To the plastic piranhas in the city of salt | |
| Wasted wheat paste campaign post no bills on the wall | |
| You mean nothing to no one but that' s nobody' s fault | |
| See the Soul Singer in the session band | |
| Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand | |
| Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan | |
| For the Soul Singer in the session band | |
| I had a lengthy discussion about The Power of Myth | |
| With a postmodern author who didn' t exist | |
| In this fictitious world all reality twists | |
| I was a hopeless romantic now I' m just turning tricks | |
| Just like that Soul Singer in the session band | |
| Shredded confetti beneath a microphone stand | |
| Saw the Conflict of Interest slipping cash in the hand | |
| Of the Soul Singer in the session band | |
| His room is on fire since he painted it red | |
| There are a stranger' s silk sequins at the foot of the bed | |
| He has been to weddings and funerals but he still never wept | |
| Now sorrow is pleasure when you want it instead | |
| Just like the Soul Singer in the session band | |
| Wailed like an infant atop a white baby grand | |
| We' ll need every sand bag and every man | |
| To save the Soul Singer in the session band | |
| Headlights or Taillights it' s a flip of a coin | |
| I have been coming and going since the day I was born | |
| And I followed the breadcrumbs but I never got home | |
| I grew old in an instant now I am all on my own | |
| Just like that Soul Singer in the session band | |
| Shredded to nothing beneath the microphone stand | |
| Saw the wave of the future through the crack of the dam | |
| Drowned the Soul Singer in the session band | |
| Bless the Soul singer in the session band |