Bright Eyes - An Interview with Conor Oberst lyrics

Radio: Hi, we're back. This is Radio KX and we're here with Conor Oberst of the band Bright Eyes. How are you doing Conor? Conor: Fine, thanks. Just a little wet Radio: Oh yeah, it's still coming down out there Conor: Yeah, I sort of had to run from the car Radio: Well, we are glad you made it. Now your new album, Fevers and Mirrors. Tell us a little bit about the title. I noticed there was a good deal of repeated imagery in the lyrics, fevers . . . mirrors, scales, clocks. Could you discuss some of this? Conor: Sure. Let's see, the fever is . . Radio: First let me say, that this is a brilliant record, man, we're all really into it here at the station. We get lots of calls, it's really good stuff Conor: Thanks, thanks a lot Radio: So talk a little bit about some of the symbolism Conor: The fever? Radio: Sure Conor: Well the fever is basically whatever ails you or oppresses you, it could be anything. In my case it's my neurosis, my depression, but I don't want to be limited to that. It's certainly different for different people. It's whatever keeps you up at night Radio: I see Conor: And then the mirror is like, as you might have guessed, self-examination or reflection or whatever form. This could be vanity or self-loathing. I don't know, I'm guilty of both Radio: That's interesting. How about the scale? Conor: The scale is essentially our attempt to solve our problems quantitatively through logic or rationalization. In my opinion it's often fruitless, but always, well, not always. And the clocks and calendars, etcetera, its just time, our little measurements. It's like, it's always chasing after us Radio: It is, it is. How about this Arienette, how does she fit in to all of this? Conor: I'd prefer not talk about it, in case she's listening Radio: Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize she was a real person Conor: She's not, but I made her up Radio: Oh, so she's not real? Conor: Just as real as you or I Radio: I don't think I understand Conor: Neither do I, but after I grow up I will. I mean, you know what, a lot of things are really unclear for me right now Radio: That's interesting. Now you mentioned your depression Conor: No I didn't Radio: You're from Nebraska, right? Conor: Yeah, that's right Radio: Now let me know if I'm getting to personal, but there seems to be a pretty dark past back there somewhere. What was it like for you growing up? Conor: Dark? Not really. Actually I had a great childhood. My parents were wonderful. I went to a Catholic school. They have, I had money, so it was all easy. I basically had everything that I wanted anytime Radio: Really? So some of the references like babies in bathtubs are not biographical? Conor: Well I did have a brother who died in a bathtub . . . he drowned. Well actually I had five brothers that drowned Radio: (Chuckle) Conor: No, I'm serious. My mother drowned one every year for five consecutive years. They were all named Padraic, and that's why they only got one song. It's kind of like walking out a door and discovering that it's a window Radio: But your music is certainly very personal Conor: Of course, I put a lot of myself into what I do. It's like being an author, you have to free yourself to use symbolism and allegory to meet your goal. And part of that is compa**ion, empathy for other people and their situations. Some of what I sing about comes from other people's experiences. It shouldn't matter, the message is intended to be universal Radio: I see what you mean Conor: Could you make that sound stop, please? Radio: Yes. And your goal? Conor: I don't know. Create feelings I guess. A song never ends up the way you planned it Radio: That's funny you'd say that, do you think that . . Conor: Do you ever hear things that aren't really there? Radio: I'm sorry, what? Conor: Never mind. How long have you worked at this station? Radio: Oh, just a few minutes. Now you mentioned empathy for others. Would you say that that motivates you to make the music that you make? Conor: No, not really. It's more a need for sympathy. I want people to feel sorry for me. I like to feel the burn of the audience's eyes on me when I'm revealing all my darkest secrets into the microphone. When I was a kid I used to carry a safety pin around with me every where I went in my pocket, and when people weren't paying enough attention to me, I'd dig it into my arm until I started crying. Everyone would stop what they were doing and ask me what was the matter. I guess, I guess I kind of liked that Radio: Really, you're telling me that you're doing all of this for attention? Conor: No, I hate it when people look at me, I get nauseous. In fact, I could care less what people think about me. Do you feel that? Radio: No, I feel sick Conor: I really just want to be this warm yellow light that pours over everyone that I love Radio: So you're going to play something for us now? Is this a new song? Conor: Yeah, but I haven't written it yet. It's one I've been meaning to write called A Song To Pa** The Time Radio: Oh, that's a nice title Conor: You should write your own scripts Radio: Yeah, I know