Waste of Paint Songtext

von Bright Eyes

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In dem Songtext "Waste of Paint" von Bright Eyes geht es um verschiedene Personen, die mit ihrem Leben kämpfen und sich ...

I have a friend;he is mostly made of pain.he wakes up,drives to work,and then
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 is truly not becoming me.your eyes are poor.you are blind.you see, no
Beauty could have come from me.I am a waste of breathe 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.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 all those cars she kept."oh!" and "such is
Life", she often said.with one day leading to the next, you get a littler 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 her 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 have 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 are 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
That buy everything in doubles. 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 they still do me. i'm sick ,lonely, no laurel
Tree, just green envy. will my number come up eventually? like love is some kind of
Lottery, where you scratch and see what is underneath. it's "sorry" just one cherry
"play it again" get lucky

So, I have been hanging 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.the way they
Spin and turn and jockey for positions.and I want to scream out that it all is
Nonsense.and that their lives are one track and can't they see that it is pointless?
But just then, my knees give under me.my head feels weak, and suddenly, it is clear
To see that it is not them but me who has lost my self-identity.as 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 can hope to achieve.and I am never real;it is
Just a sketch of me.and everything I have made is trite and cheap and a waste of
Paint,of tape ,of time.

Sometimes I park my car down by the cathedral, where the floodlights point up at the
Streeples.choir practice I filling up with people.i hear the sound escaping as an
Echo.sloping off the ceiling at an angel.when the voices blend they sound like
Angels.i hope there is still some room left in the middle.but when I 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 shoe and 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 is all I want,
To be loved and believe in my soul.