I love the line “I’m a waste of breath, of space, of time” Love the subtle astronomical reference to space and time. While also independently making sense. Waste of space, waste of time. Oh my goodness what a poet
They were not subtle references. They were extremely apparent references. So apparent, however, that he referenced space and time by actually using the words space and time. 🤯
I was lucky enough to be at this show, the entire show was amazing, including a song with M Ward. This was during the height of the IRAQ / WMD debacle.
I remember catching a rerun of this Austin City Limits once on PBS. Just this song. I was familiar with the name Bright Eyes, but never heard the music. So, that was my first time hearing this, and needless to say, it just blew me away. This is the kind of stuff that’s so good it actually discourages you from being a musician or songwriter. I would feel lucky if I could write something with just a fraction of this amount of emotion, passion, impact, whatever.
When I was 18, in the year 2000, I was starting college and talked on mirc with this guy called `bjarn`, and he presented me this band called `bright eyes`. Since then I know this person called `Conor Oberst` and, time after time I come to check what he´s doing, cause his lyrics had a huge impact in my life, and I believe in many other´s too. I would like to say that I have never known a better songwriter. I met him once; gave him a letter... told him it was about the `truth`. Hope he remembers... after all.. if you stick in his memory, he writes a song and gets you there, so you won´t bother him. ;)
@@lj-wp3sf Clearly Parduapix was born around 1982, and that makes him/her one year short of actually being a so-called millenial. Boomers were born like 30 years earlier than Parduapix ;)
She never got upset and with all the days she may have left, she would never clean another mess or fold his shirts or look her best. She was free to waste away alone.
Lyrics I have a friend, he's mostly made of pain He wakes up, drives to work and straight back home again He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover And I tried to tell him that he had a sense Of color and composition so magnificent And he said thank you, please, but your flattery It is truly not becoming me Your eyes are poor, you're blind, you see No beauty ever could have come from me I'm a waste Of breath, of space, of time I knew a woman she was dignified and true Her love for her man was one of her many virtues Until one day she found out that he had lied And decided the rest of her life from that point on would be a lie She was grateful for everything that had happened And she was anxious for all that would come next But then she wept, what did you expect In that big old house with the cars she kept Such is life, she often said With one day leading to the next You get a little closer to your death Which was fine with her, she never got upset And with all the days she may have left She would never clean another mess Or fold his shirts, or look her best She was free To waste away alone Last night my brother, he got drunk and drove And this cop, he pulled him off to the side of the road And he said officer, officer, you've got the wrong man No, no, I'm a student of medicine, a son of a banker, you don't understand The cop said No one got hurt, you should be thankful And your carelessness, it is something awful And no I can't just let you go And though your father's name is known Your decisions now are yours alone You're nothing but a stepping stone on a path To debt, to loss, to shame The last few months I've been living with this couple Yeah, you know the kind who buy everything in doubles Yeah, they fit together like a puzzle I love their love and I am thankful That someone actually receives the prize that was promised By all those fairy tales that drugged us And still do me I'm sick, lonely No laurel tree, just green envy Will my number come up eventually Like love's some kind of lottery Where you scratch and see what's underneath It's sorry Just one cherry I'll play again, get lucky So now I hang out down by the train's depot No, I don't ride, I just sit and watch the people there They remind me of wind-up cars in motion They way they spin and turn and jockey for positions And I wanna scream out that it all is nonsense Their life's one track and can't they see it's pointless? But just then my knees give under me My head feels weak and suddenly It's clear to see, it's not them, but me Who's lost my self-identity And I hide behind these books I read While scribbling my poetry Like art could save a wretch like me With some ideal ideology That no one could hope to achieve And I'm never real, it's just a sketch of me And everything I've made is trite and cheap and a waste Of paint Of tape Of time So I park my car down by the cathedral Where the floodlights point up at the steeples Practice is filling up with people I hear the sound escaping as an echo Sloping off the ceiling at an angle When the voices blend they sound like angels I hope there's some room still in the middle But when lift my voice up now to reach them The range is too high way up in heaven So I hold my tongue, forget the song Tie my shoes, start walking off And try to just keep moving on With my broken heart and my absent god And I have no faith but it's all I want To be loved And believe In my soul, in my soul
Wonderful performance, there are only a few performances I revisit regularly. James brown (tami performance) white stripes at the Grammys and this. Perfect performance
Been going back watching this video for like the last 10 years or something and it boggles my mind that it doesn't have more views. I love Conor so much....
I love Bob Dylan man. It was pretty special when I saw him live. I still need to see oberst. Have you ever listened to the whitlams version of Tangled up in Blue? It is truly special.
Connor is amazing he is a great singer/song writer. He sounds just just as good live as he is on records a very talented person. He is the John Lennon of our generation I just wished he did another bright eyes album they meant a lot to me in my twentys.
John Lennon was a conceited ass who couldn't handle it when McCartney came into his own (and surpassed him lyrically and musically)abt 5 years after they'd started- I'd compare him more to Paul Simon .. minus the Garfunkel lol
Sometimes writers use characters & stories of other people to, in turn, tell stories about themselves. Just listen to the music, scratch, and pour yourself a glass of gin.
That bits about his brother Matt who tragically drank himself to death by the age of 42 (2016). He was an English teacher and was in a short lived band called Sorry About Dresden in the late 90s early 00s.
The New Latin Music Business | Billboard Latin Music Week 2024 "Waste Of Paint" lyrics Bright Eyes Lyrics Play "Waste Of Paint" on Apple Music "Waste Of Paint" I have a friend; he's mostly made of pain And he wakes up, drives to work and straight back home again He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover And I tried to tell him that he had a sense Of color and composition so magnificent And he said, "Thank you please, but your flattery It's truly not becoming me Your eyes are poor - you're blind, you see No beauty could have come from me I'm a waste of breath, of space, of time" I knew a woman; she was dignified and true And her love for her man was one of her many virtues Until one day she found out that he had lied And she decided the rest of her life from that point on would be a lie But she was grateful for everything that had happened And she was anxious for all that would come next But then she wept - what did you expect? In that big old house with the cars she kept And such is life she often said With one day leading to the next You get a little closer to your death Which was fine with her, she never got upset And with all the days she may have left She would never clean another mess Or fold his shirts or look her best She was free to waste away alone Last night my brother he got drunk and drove And this cop he pulled him off to the side of the road And he said, "Officer, officer, you got the wrong man No, no, I'm a student of medicine, the son of a banker, you don't understand!" The cop said, "No one got hurt; you should be thankful And your carelessness, it is something awful And no, I can't just let you go And though your father's name is known Your decisions now are yours alone You're nothing but a stepping-stone On a path to debt, to loss, to shame" Last few months I've been living with this couple Yeah, you know the kind who buy everything in doubles Oh, they fit together like a puzzle And I love their love and I am thankful That someone actually receives the prize that was promised By all those fairytales that drugged us And they still do me; I'm sick, lonely No laurel tree; just green envy Will my number come up eventually? Like love's some kind of lottery Where you scratch and see what's underneath It's sorry: just one cherry, play again, get lucky So I've been hanging out down by the train's depot No, I don't ride; I just sit and watch the people there And they remind me of windup cars in motion The way they spin and turn and jockey for positions And I wanna scream out that it all is nonsense All your life's one track - can't you see it's pointless? But just then my knees give under me My head feels weak and suddenly It's clear to see it's not them but me Who's lost my self-identity And I hide behind these books I read While scribbling my poetry Like art could save a wretch like me With some ideal ideology That no one could hope to achieve And I'm never real - it's just a sketch of me And everything I made is trite and cheap And a waste of paint, of tape, of time So now I park my car down by the cathedral Where the floodlights point up at the steeples Choir practice was filling up with people I could hear the sound escaping as an echo Sloping off the ceiling at an angle And when the voices blend they sound like angels I hope there's some room still in the middle But when I lift my voice up now to reach them The range is too high way up in heaven And so I hold my tongue, forget the song Tie my shoes, start walking off And try to just keep moving on With my broken heart and my absent god And I have no faith but it's all I want To be loved and believe in my soul, in my soul In my soul, in my soul
God, I wish I couldn't relate so damn much to this. Being a writer fucking sucks. I wish I could just dig graves somewhere in Scotland and live a life of quiet dignity. Instead I have to set myself on fire every week and beg the world to look before the flames go out. Conor Oberst is painfully brilliant.
I feel that pain everyday. I am a waste of paint. I could have actually wrote songs or made art. I was good but i killed myself with alcohol and now im begging for help. Sorry it came to this. Please great Satan save me 😢 i pray our dark lord will give me another chance
I remember seeing Spider-Man 3 in theaters and after Peter's suit assimilated with the Venom symbiote it made me laugh so hard because he looked SO much like Conor Oberst.
20 years later im still soooo connected to this song
Same.
Agreed my friend
One of the most impassioned performances of all time. You can see the hurt in his eyes as he's singing this... So beautiful.
this is on the same level as bob dylan playing mr tambourine man. it just can't get any better
if that's what u think ur friggin' blind
whether it's your type of music or not there's no denying that he performs with passion and that alone is deserving of respect.
I love the line “I’m a waste of breath, of space, of time”
Love the subtle astronomical reference to space and time. While also independently making sense. Waste of space, waste of time. Oh my goodness what a poet
They were not subtle references. They were extremely apparent references. So apparent, however, that he referenced space and time by actually using the words space and time. 🤯
I was lucky enough to be at this show, the entire show was amazing, including a song with M Ward. This was during the height of the IRAQ / WMD debacle.
2021 and this is STILL amazing.
“Brother of a folk singer” lyric change got me
I remember catching a rerun of this Austin City Limits once on PBS. Just this song. I was familiar with the name Bright Eyes, but never heard the music. So, that was my first time hearing this, and needless to say, it just blew me away. This is the kind of stuff that’s so good it actually discourages you from being a musician or songwriter. I would feel lucky if I could write something with just a fraction of this amount of emotion, passion, impact, whatever.
this song is absolutely everything. conor oberst you wonderful person
I remember watching this with my grandparents and trying to explain why I enjoyed it.
Too many feelings, too much pain, too much anger for his Body.
It was so touching.. wow.
When I was 18, in the year 2000, I was starting college and talked on mirc with this guy called `bjarn`, and he presented me this band called `bright eyes`. Since then I know this person called `Conor Oberst` and, time after time I come to check what he´s doing, cause his lyrics had a huge impact in my life, and I believe in many other´s too. I would like to say that I have never known a better songwriter. I met him once; gave him a letter... told him it was about the `truth`. Hope he remembers... after all.. if you stick in his memory, he writes a song and gets you there, so you won´t bother him. ;)
boomer
@@lj-wp3sf ?
@@lj-wp3sf Clearly Parduapix was born around 1982, and that makes him/her one year short of actually being a so-called millenial. Boomers were born like 30 years earlier than Parduapix ;)
one of the most moving live performances ever. so much better than the album version too
agreed
When I think of the tragedy of Elliot Smith I take solace we have Conor Oberst.
He loved Elliott, too.
LOVE elliot and conny
You and me both.
#dailyjoehines we lost him too, but...you may feel the way I do about him ❤
elliot smith sucked
She never got upset and with all the days she may have left,
she would never clean another mess or fold his shirts or look her best.
She was free
to waste
away
alone.
Fuck
Im so glad I got to hear him growing up. My sister was quite the fan and I always admired her great sense of style. Always a goodin
this is literal. perfection.
liberty johnston liberty johnston love ur profile
A masterpiece for sure ❤
Even though life is more than just about love and being loved. But there is nothing more beautiful than loving someone so wholeheartedly
Bright Eyes always guarantees goosebumps.
Yes I
Lyrics
I have a friend, he's mostly made of pain
He wakes up, drives to work and straight back home again
He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper
I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover
And I tried to tell him that he had a sense
Of color and composition so magnificent
And he said thank you, please, but your flattery
It is truly not becoming me
Your eyes are poor, you're blind, you see
No beauty ever could have come from me
I'm a waste
Of breath, of space, of time
I knew a woman she was dignified and true
Her love for her man was one of her many virtues
Until one day she found out that he had lied
And decided the rest of her life from that point on would be a lie
She was grateful for everything that had happened
And she was anxious for all that would come next
But then she wept, what did you expect
In that big old house with the cars she kept
Such is life, she often said
With one day leading to the next
You get a little closer to your death
Which was fine with her, she never got upset
And with all the days she may have left
She would never clean another mess
Or fold his shirts, or look her best
She was free
To waste away alone
Last night my brother, he got drunk and drove
And this cop, he pulled him off to the side of the road
And he said officer, officer, you've got the wrong man
No, no, I'm a student of medicine, a son of a banker, you don't understand
The cop said No one got hurt, you should be thankful
And your carelessness, it is something awful
And no I can't just let you go
And though your father's name is known
Your decisions now are yours alone
You're nothing but a stepping stone on a path
To debt, to loss, to shame
The last few months I've been living with this couple
Yeah, you know the kind who buy everything in doubles
Yeah, they fit together like a puzzle
I love their love and I am thankful
That someone actually receives the prize that was promised
By all those fairy tales that drugged us
And still do me I'm sick, lonely
No laurel tree, just green envy
Will my number come up eventually
Like love's some kind of lottery
Where you scratch and see what's underneath
It's sorry
Just one cherry
I'll play again, get lucky
So now I hang out down by the train's depot
No, I don't ride, I just sit and watch the people there
They remind me of wind-up cars in motion
They way they spin and turn and jockey for positions
And I wanna scream out that it all is nonsense
Their life's one track and can't they see it's pointless?
But just then my knees give under me
My head feels weak and suddenly
It's clear to see, it's not them, but me
Who's lost my self-identity
And I hide behind these books I read
While scribbling my poetry
Like art could save a wretch like me
With some ideal ideology
That no one could hope to achieve
And I'm never real, it's just a sketch of me
And everything I've made is trite and cheap and a waste
Of paint
Of tape
Of time
So I park my car down by the cathedral
Where the floodlights point up at the steeples
Practice is filling up with people
I hear the sound escaping as an echo
Sloping off the ceiling at an angle
When the voices blend they sound like angels
I hope there's some room still in the middle
But when lift my voice up now to reach them
The range is too high way up in heaven
So I hold my tongue, forget the song
Tie my shoes, start walking off
And try to just keep moving on
With my broken heart and my absent god
And I have no faith but it's all I want
To be loved
And believe
In my soul, in my soul
Absolutely stunning. The performance of a lifetime... if only I couldve been there :/
he looks sooo cute here 😌 whose watching after bright eyes is back together !! 😌😌
Wonderful performance, there are only a few performances I revisit regularly. James brown (tami performance) white stripes at the Grammys and this. Perfect performance
poetry in its best
What a freaking genius
Been going back watching this video for like the last 10 years or something and it boggles my mind that it doesn't have more views. I love Conor so much....
it gets me every god damn time! Amazing
...and here I am watching it again
I always come back to this performance. It’s Incredible
. Someone had seriously pissed him off that night xx
I think his grandma died the day before. In the full concert he mentions it I think.
This is my all time top favorite song❤️😕
Well Lizet, I love Mr Oberst as also.....BUT favourite song of all time gal!?!!?!??! Get a freaking grip etc.
Still my very favorite performance of my very favorite Bright Eyes song.
Such a pained soul, but so beautiful inside and out
That was really really cool
i dont know why, but the lyrics and the chords reminds me of bob dylans tangled up in blue. love both.
probably best lyricist since cohen and dylan.
i also love paul westerberg, morrissey and tom waits tho.
and elvis costello.
I love Bob Dylan man. It was pretty special when I saw him live. I still need to see oberst. Have you ever listened to the whitlams version of Tangled up in Blue? It is truly special.
With u bro
Wow, yes very much so.
The 3 ppl that disliked the photo have no soul and can't comprehend how wonderful Conner is and everything that he's been through.
Still to this day this makes my spine shiver.
One of the best fucking live performances 🔥🔥🔥
Connor is amazing he is a great singer/song writer. He sounds just just as good live as he is on records a very talented person. He is the John Lennon of our generation I just wished he did another bright eyes album they meant a lot to me in my twentys.
Welp, here we are.
John Lennon was a conceited ass who couldn't handle it when McCartney came into his own (and surpassed him lyrically and musically)abt 5 years after they'd started- I'd compare him more to Paul Simon .. minus the Garfunkel lol
I remember him and My Morning Jacket playing together on this episode. 🤘🏼🤘🏼
Absolutely magnificent performance
I LOVE THEIR LOVE AND AM GRATEFUL
beautiful voice then beautiful voice now
Anyone else catch that "brother of a folk singer" line?
Yeah, I wonder why. It's normally son of a banker, haha.
Not me, I'm the son of a banker.
Sometimes writers use characters & stories of other people to, in turn, tell stories about themselves. Just listen to the music, scratch, and pour yourself a glass of gin.
he shoulda said, "thou your brother's name is known"!
That bits about his brother Matt who tragically drank himself to death by the age of 42 (2016). He was an English teacher and was in a short lived band called Sorry About Dresden in the late 90s early 00s.
It can be literally breathtakingly relatable, especially the lottery part.
So many years.. I still cry
Your birthday is a day after my pops (rip) how special. (Not the year) ❤❤❤ You always appeared to me Arch Angel Gabriel ❤❤❤
Cassadega is a great album have for driving
This song is nice too.
This isn't on that album
@@thepackardconspiracy3536 "too"
5/5, thanks for helping me, my friend
It's all i want to be loved and to love and believe in my soul...
beautiful
I love this man so much
I love him so much
2019 anyone
God Of Ostrichs 2020!
@@ryanwilson7391 2020!
You look so nice in blue 🌚
Well...it's never too early for gin.
Bless you!
I also decided at one point the rest of my life would be a lie
Same
figuring that is the first step to make a change
my god he's beautiful
Ain't he though
he looks like emo toby maguire
@@troublebreathing8648 Haha, good one.
I loved this guy in spiderman 3
She was free!
The New Latin Music Business | Billboard Latin Music Week 2024
"Waste Of Paint" lyrics
Bright Eyes Lyrics
Play "Waste Of Paint"
on Apple Music
"Waste Of Paint"
I have a friend; he's mostly made of pain
And he wakes up, drives to work and straight back home again
He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper
I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover
And I tried to tell him that he had a sense
Of color and composition so magnificent
And he said, "Thank you please, but your flattery
It's truly not becoming me
Your eyes are poor - you're blind, you see
No beauty could have come from me
I'm a waste of breath, of space, of time"
I knew a woman; she was dignified and true
And her love for her man was one of her many virtues
Until one day she found out that he had lied
And she decided the rest of her life from that point on would be a lie
But she was grateful for everything that had happened
And she was anxious for all that would come next
But then she wept - what did you expect?
In that big old house with the cars she kept
And such is life she often said
With one day leading to the next
You get a little closer to your death
Which was fine with her, she never got upset
And with all the days she may have left
She would never clean another mess
Or fold his shirts or look her best
She was free to waste away alone
Last night my brother he got drunk and drove
And this cop he pulled him off to the side of the road
And he said, "Officer, officer, you got the wrong man
No, no, I'm a student of medicine, the son of a banker, you don't understand!"
The cop said, "No one got hurt; you should be thankful
And your carelessness, it is something awful
And no, I can't just let you go
And though your father's name is known
Your decisions now are yours alone
You're nothing but a stepping-stone
On a path to debt, to loss, to shame"
Last few months I've been living with this couple
Yeah, you know the kind who buy everything in doubles
Oh, they fit together like a puzzle
And I love their love and I am thankful
That someone actually receives the prize that was promised
By all those fairytales that drugged us
And they still do me; I'm sick, lonely
No laurel tree; just green envy
Will my number come up eventually?
Like love's some kind of lottery
Where you scratch and see what's underneath
It's sorry: just one cherry, play again, get lucky
So I've been hanging out down by the train's depot
No, I don't ride; I just sit and watch the people there
And they remind me of windup cars in motion
The way they spin and turn and jockey for positions
And I wanna scream out that it all is nonsense
All your life's one track - can't you see it's pointless?
But just then my knees give under me
My head feels weak and suddenly
It's clear to see it's not them but me
Who's lost my self-identity
And I hide behind these books I read
While scribbling my poetry
Like art could save a wretch like me
With some ideal ideology
That no one could hope to achieve
And I'm never real - it's just a sketch of me
And everything I made is trite and cheap
And a waste of paint, of tape, of time
So now I park my car down by the cathedral
Where the floodlights point up at the steeples
Choir practice was filling up with people
I could hear the sound escaping as an echo
Sloping off the ceiling at an angle
And when the voices blend they sound like angels
I hope there's some room still in the middle
But when I lift my voice up now to reach them
The range is too high way up in heaven
And so I hold my tongue, forget the song
Tie my shoes, start walking off
And try to just keep moving on
With my broken heart and my absent god
And I have no faith but it's all I want
To be loved and believe in my soul, in my soul
In my soul, in my soul
I love him 💜💜
Did you all enjoy getting that amazing art injected into your veins?
So heartbreaking.
I'm gay from now on.
Still gay?
Took you a long time....
@@macymcdonald6688 I might bend the "rules" for the right candidate, Macy ;)
Martin Vang Kjær for mr oberst 🥰
Ok
I know someone this fantastic
❤❤❤❤❤
In my soul
his friend Rose died that day...
Wait really? :(
Elda715 very late answer, he says it later at this performance, before “at the bottom of everything.
what a fucken rockstar
Brother!!!
Like art could save a wretch like me.
this is actually spider man 3s tobey maguire
Lol i thought it was just me
Conor gets it
Exactly
My Karl ohhhhh
SHE WAS FREE!
the Prophet, the Son of Ohama
This is the truth!
God, I wish I couldn't relate so damn much to this. Being a writer fucking sucks. I wish I could just dig graves somewhere in Scotland and live a life of quiet dignity. Instead I have to set myself on fire every week and beg the world to look before the flames go out. Conor Oberst is painfully brilliant.
I always thought the music and lyrics was totally cringey but still smart and well written, I still think it’s cringey lol
2024! 🎉
...14:16 nothing much, simple vulgar language, is quite cool.
We don't deserve Connor Oberst.
I feel that pain everyday. I am a waste of paint. I could have actually wrote songs or made art. I was good but i killed myself with alcohol and now im begging for help. Sorry it came to this. Please great Satan save me 😢 i pray our dark lord will give me another chance
2023
is he an INTP ?
To my soul. I guess
HEY, your life's ONE TRACK! Can't you see it's pointless!?!?!?
He looks like emo peter Parker.
Lmao I was gonna reply that this comment made me haha but it’s my comment 🤣🤣
I remember seeing Spider-Man 3 in theaters and after Peter's suit assimilated with the Venom symbiote it made me laugh so hard because he looked SO much like Conor Oberst.
He be lookin like Tom Delonge on the thumbnail
PU!!!
I miss this Conor. His new music just feels so sterile and uninspired. What happened to him?
Why is this shaky 12 year old boy so sad and angry? Someone please give him a hug.
He was 31 at the time of this performance.
@@Xanthopathy he was actually 24
@@Xanthopathy or 25
Awful
Your awful
This is a beautiful song man, what is your issue with it?
I agree with you to this guy is crazy
nah its fire
hey, your phones are probably broken
can I borrow you mine?
This is the kinda shit that’s missing in most music…. fucking passion!
That was really really cool