Day 15: The Calendar Hung Itself

From Fevers and Mirrors (2000)

If you ever wanted a look into the manic side of Bright Eyes (rather than the depressive side), this is the song. This song is a rambling, scrambling fierce journey into obsession. Singing this song, the narrator almost sounds out of breath, struggling to get all this out before the end of the song. How can you not love a tortured version of “You are my sunshine, My only sunshine. You are my sunshine, My only sunshine”?

Notable lyric: Well, I drug your ghost across the country / And we plotted out my death / In every city, memories would whisper, / “Here is where you rest.”

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Author: Miles Rausch

I've made a smart playlist of all the songs with 0 plays. I listen to them because I feel bad for them not because I like the music. I'm THAT guy.

2 thoughts on “Day 15: The Calendar Hung Itself”

  1. “How can you not love a tortured version of “You are my sunshine, My only sunshine. You are my sunshine, My only sunshine”?”
    By not loving it.

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