Bright Eyes - Forced Convalescence (Subtitulado Español / Spanish Lyric Video)

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  • čas přidán 3. 08. 2024
  • "Forced Convalescence" by Bright Eyes out now on Dead Oceans.
    Stream/buy - ffm.to/forced-convalescence
    Directed and animated by Emily Scaife,
    www.emilyscaife.com
    “Forced Convalescence” features Conor Oberst (vocal), Nathaniel Walcott (piano, mellotron, synthesizers, harpsichord, choir arrangement), Mike Mogis (electric guitar), Flea (bass), Jon Theodore (drums, percussion), Miwi La Lupa (vocals) and Kip Skitter (percussion). The Choir are Jason McGee (conductor), James Connor, Quishima Dixon, Natalie Ganther, Anthony Johnson, Edward Lawson, Jennifer Lee, Sharetta Morgan-Harmon and Marquee Perkins. It is produced by Bright Eyes, engineered by Michael Harris and Steve Churchyard - assisted by Chris Cerullo and Chandler Harrod. Mixing by Mike Mogis. Mastering by Bob Ludwig. Written by Conor Oberst and Nathaniel Walcott.
    Lyrics:
    Forced convalescence and bed rest
    Staring contest
    With the ceiling and my feet
    Was momentarily conscious
    Of the backflips
    I’ve been doing in my sleep
    I’m not afraid of the future
    Have to suffer and repeat
    I tend to agree
    What happens will be
    Pain of my own making
    Cut short by eternity
    Now I’ve recovered completely
    Life is easy
    Hula-hooping around the sun
    The calendar’s little boxes
    All these presents
    Get to open every one
    I’ll be prepared for the winter
    And the summer
    And beyond
    Just keep tagging along
    Until the feeling is gone
    Amazed by the haystack
    Needle to oblivion
    In a daze
    In the doorway
    I stood crying for what was
    In a trance
    In a taxi
    Just keep driving please don’t stop
    Out of the neighborhood, the multiverse
    Iron and rust
    Went out of town for the weekend
    With my children
    Built sandcastles in the sun
    Catastrophizing my birthday
    Turning forty
    Ending up like everyone
    There’s no escaping the housework
    Or the bank clerk
    Or the priest
    They’re waiting for me
    In my Egyptian sheets
    The Seroquel’s working
    It’s fighting my fantasies
    In the dark
    At a distance
    I see everything at once
    Feel the wind
    Through the window
    And I’m overcome with love
    Inter-dimensional, no obstacles
    Mountains and dust
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