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Quick curiosities aboutthe artist, "Conor Oberst"
- Born February 15, 1980.
- He is an American singer-songwriter.
- He is best known for his work in Bright Eyes.
- He is one of the four members of the band Monsters of Folk.
Quick facts aboutthe track, "Road to Joy"
- Released January 25, 2005.
- The song begins with a fingerpicking section combined with an interpolation of a melody strongly based on Beethoven's Symphony No. 9.
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Penned by Conor Oberst “Road to Joy” is the final song on Bright Eyes’ 2005 album I’m Wide Awake, It’s Morning. The album’s title is derived from a lyric in the song. The song is a mainstay of Bright Eyes’ live shows, and it is frequently used as a concert finale. Oberst and trumpeter Nate Walcott destroyed their instruments after performing the song on The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson.
Conor Oberst – Road to Joy .
The sun came up with no conclusions
Flowers sleeping in their beds
The city’s cemeteries humming
I’m wide awake, it’s morning
I have my drugs, I have my woman
They keep away my loneliness
My parents they have their religion
But sleep in separate houses
I read the body count out of the paper
And now its written all over my face
No one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter
Sometimes that’s just the most comfortable place
So I’m drinking, breathing, writing, singing
Everyday I’m on the clock
My mind races with all my longings
But can’t keep up with what I got
So I hope I don’t sound too ungrateful
What history gave modern man
A telephone to talk to strangers
Machine guns and a camera lens
So when you’re asked to fight a war that’s over nothing
It’s best to join the side that’s gonna win
And no one knows how all of this started
But we’re gonna make them certain how it’s gonna end
Oh yeah we will
Well I could have been a famous singer
If I had someone else’s voice
But failure’s always sounded better
Let’s f*ck it up boys, make some noise
The sun came up with no conclusions
Flowers sleeping in their beds
The city’s cemeteries humming
I’m wide awake, it’s morning