Bright Eyes - Soul Singer in a Session Band lyrics
[Bright Eyes - Soul Singer in a Session Band lyrics]
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 carpetbagger 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 sandbag and every man
To save the soul singer in the session band
Headlights or taillights
It's a flip of a coin
I've 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'm all on my own
See 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
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 carpetbagger 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 sandbag and every man
To save the soul singer in the session band
Headlights or taillights
It's a flip of a coin
I've 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'm all on my own
See 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