BRIGHT EYES - "When The President Talks To God"

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BRIGHT EYES

"When The President Talks To God"

When the president talks to God
Are the conversations brief or long?
Does he ask to rape our women’s' rights
And send poor farm kids off to die?
Does God suggest an oil hike
When the president talks to God?

When the president talks to God
Are the consonants all hard or soft?
Is he resolute all down the line?
Is every issue black or white?
Does what God say ever change his mind
When the president talks to God?

When the president talks to God
Does he fake that drawl or merely nod?
Agree which convicts should be killed?
Where prisons should be built and filled?
Which voter fraud must be concealed
When the president talks to God?

When the president talks to God
I wonder which one plays the better cop
We should find some jobs. the ghetto's broke
No, they're lazy, George, I say we don't
Just give 'em more liquor stores and dirty coke
That's what God recommends

When the president talks to God
Do they drink near beer and go play golf
While they pick which countries to invade
Which Muslim souls still can be saved?
I guess god just calls a spade a spade
When the president talks to God

When the president talks to God
Does he ever think that maybe he's not?
That that voice is just inside his head
When he kneels next to the presidential bed
Does he ever smell his own bullshit
When the president talks to God?

I doubt it

I doubt it

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BRIGHT EYES
"Don't Know When But A Day Is Gonna Come"

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Is it true what I heard about the Son of God?
Did he come to save? Did he come at all?
And if I dried his feet with my dirty hair,
would he make me clean again?

They say they don't know when, but a day is gonna come,
when there won't be a moon and there won't be a sun.
It will just go black, it will just go back
to the way it was before.

I knew a lovely girl with such pretty pride,
and every man wanted her, yeah and so did I.
Yeah, and so did I. But she up and died
in a fit of vanity.

Now men with purple hearts carry silver guns.
And they'll kill a man for what his father's done.
But what my father did, you know it don't mean shit.
I'm not him.

And you think I need some discipline, well, I had my share.
I've been sent to my room. I've been sat in a chair.
And I held my tongue. I didn't plug my ears.
No, I got a good talking to.

Now I don't know why, but I still try to smile
when they talk at me like I'm just a child.
Well, I'm not a child. No, I am
much younger than that.

And now I've read some books and I've grown quite brave.
If I could just speak up, I think I would say
that there is no truth. There is only you
and what you make the truth.

So I'll just sing my songs, and I'll pass a hat.
Then I'll leave your town and I'll never look back.
No, I don't look back because the road is clear
and laid out ahead of me.

Now I'll get home, I'll meet my friends at our favorite bar.
We'll get some lighter heads for our heavy hearts.
And we'll share a drink. Yeah we'll share our fears
and they will know how I love them.
They will know how I love.
They will know how I love them.
I'm nothing without their love.

Now I don't know when, but a day is gonna come
when there won't be a moon and there won't be a sun.
It will all go black. It will all go back
to the way it's supposed to be.

Is it true what they say about the Son of God?
Did he die for us? Did he die at all?
And if I sold my soul for a bag of gold to you,
which one of us would be the foolish one?
Which one of us would be the fool?
Which one of us would be the foolish one?
Which one of us would be the fool?

Could you please start explaining?
You know, I need some understanding.

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Well, the animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness.
A baby cries hard in an apartment complex,
as I pass in a car buried under the influence.
The city's driving me out of my mind.
I've 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.
Now a mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges.
Her family's reduced to names on a shopping list.
While, a coroner kneels beneath a great, wooden crucifix.
He knows there's worse things than being alone.
And so I've learned to retreat at the first sign of danger.
I mean, why wait around, if it's just to surrender?
An ambition, I've found, can lead only to failure.
I do not read the reviews.
No, I am not singing for you.
Well 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 buy something real, at least a telephone call home.
Well, my teachers, they built this retaining wall of memory,
all those multiple choices I answered so quickly.
And got my grades back and forgot just as easily,
but as least I got an A.
And so I don't have them to blame.
Well I should stop pointing fingers;
reserve my judgment of all those public action figures,
the cowboy presidents.
So loud behind the bullhorn, so proud they can't admit
when they've made a mistake.
While poison ink spews from a speechwriter's pen,
he knows he don't have to say it,
so it, it don't bother him.
"Honesty", "Accuracy" is just "Popular Opinion."
And the approval rating's high,
and so someone's gonna die.
Well 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're still the pawns in their game.
As they take eye for an eye until no one can see,
we must stumble blindly forward, repeating history.
Well, I guess we all fit into your slogan
on the fast food marquee:
Red blooded, White skinned oh and the Blues.
Oh and 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.
And 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's nothing you could do that would ever change this.
I'm not angry. It happens. But you just can't do it again."
So now I try to keep up, I've been exchanging my currency.
While a million objects pass through my periphery.
Now I'm rubbing my eyes 'cause they're starting to bother me.
I've been staring too long at the screen.
But where was it when I first heard a sweet sound of humility?
It came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest melody.
How grateful I was then to be part of the mystery,
to love and to be loved. Let's just hope that is enough.