Watch Better Oblivion Community Center Perform on CBS This Morning

Jan 27th, 2019 in Music

After being completely ambushed by their performance on on Colbert Wednesday night and the fanfare-less release of their bombshell debut album, Better Oblivion Community Center (Conor Oberst and Phoebe Bridgers) was back at it on Saturday on CBS This Morning to perform Dylan Thomas, Didn’t Know What I was In For and My City (Oberst’s adopted Los Angeles) off the prodigious new album. Check out the superb performances below (in reverse order). And go listen to the album (on Dead Oceans) HERE. Lyrics to these songs at bottom.

My City

Looking out on the river bend
Looking out on a thing that isn’t
Looking out on the freeway’s push and pull
Looking out for the current
Little spells of forgetfulness
Little sounds that are shrill and urgent
Little insects that sting as they come and go
Little moments of purpose

I loved you
I wore you out
I miss you 
Where are you now?
This town is a monolith
This town is a crowded movie
This town depot, I come and go
This town is my city
I hate you
I tore you down
I miss you
Where are you know?
Looking bad like those Vegas odds
Wear a smile like its camouflage
Today was a smoking sky
Today was a civic menace
Today I went walking while things explode
Some sad independence
I want to be just as loud
All this freedom just freaks me out
Risk it all on a game of chance
Chasing love like an ambulance

Didn’t Know What I Was In For 

My telephone it doesn’t have a camera
If it did I’d take a picture of myself
If it did I’d take a picture of the water
And the man on the off ramp 
Holding up the sign that’s asking me for help
I got a job and I work here for the summer
I fold the towels and set them by the pool
Everyone looks happy with each other
Until they step aside and say the thing they really meant
It always sounds so cruel
I didn’t know what I was in for
When I signed up for that run
There’s no way I’m curing cancer
But I’ll sweat it out
I feel so proud now for all the good I’ve done
I know a girl who owns an boutique in the city
Selling clothes to the fashionably late
She says she cries at the news but doesn’t really
Cause it’s too much fun, there’s to much time
And too much plastic money to be made
I didn’t know what I was in for
When they took my belt and strings
They told me I’d gone crazy
My arms were strapped in a straight-jacket
So I couldn’t save those T.V. refugees
When they’re on their backs
In a bloody bath
Full of sarin gas
On a screen
I didn’t know what I was in for
When I laid out in the sun
You get burned for being honest
I’ve really never done

Anything for anyone
To fall asleep I need white noise to distract me
Otherwise I have to listen to me think
Otherwise I pace around
Hold my breathe and let it out
Sit on the couch and think about
How living’s just a promise that I made

Dylan Thomas

It was quite early one morning
It hit me without warning
I went to see the general speak
I was standing for the anthem
Banners all around him
Confetti mad it hard to see
Put my footsteps on the pavement
Starved for entertainment
Four seasons, a revolving door
So sick of being honest
I’ll die like Dylan Thomas
A seizure on the barroom floor
I’m greedy with this private hell
I’ll go it alone but that’s just as well
These cats are scared and feral
With flag pins on their lapels
The truth is anybody’s guess
These talking heads keep saying
The king is only playing
A game of four dimensional chess
There’s flowers in the rubble
These weeds are gonna tumble
I’m lucid but I still can’t think
I’m strapped into a corset  

Climbed in to your Corvette
I’m thirsty for another drink
If it’s advertised I’ll try it
And buy some peace and quiet
And shut up at the silent retreat
They say you got to fake it
At least until you make it
That ghost is just a kid in sheet
I’m getting used to these dizzy spells
I’m taking a shower at the Bates Motel
I’m getting greedy with this private hell
I’ll go it alone but that’s just as well

No Comments


Comments have been closed for this post.