Bright Eyes ‘First Day of My Life’ Moleskine Pocket Notebook, available here.
BRIGHT EYES - FIRST DAY OF MY LIFE
(Connor/Oberst) © Bedrooms, Bedrooms and Spiders/Sony/ATV Music Publishing Production 2005 Saddle Creek.
This is the first day of my life
Swear I was born right in the doorway
I went out in the rain
Suddenly everything changed
They’re spreadin’ blankets on the beach
Yours is the first face that I saw
Think I was blind before I met you
I don’t know where I am
I don’t know where I’ve been
But I know where I want to go
So I thought I’d let you know
That these things take forever
I especially am slow
But I realized that I need you
And I wondered if I could come home
I remember the time you drove all night
Just to meet me in the morning
And I thought it was strange
You said everything changed
You felt as if you’d just woke up
And you said,
This is the first day of my life,
Glad I didn’t die before I met you
But now I don’t care I could go anywhere with you
And I’d probably be happy.
So if you wanna be with me
With these things there’s no telling
We’ll just have to wait and see
But I’d rather be working for a paycheck
Than waiting to win the lottery
Besides maybe this time it’s different
I mean I really think you’ll like me…
NORRIS: Well, particularly this country. It is such a faith-based country—probably after the Muslim world and maybe Latin America, it’s the part of the world where religion is the most deeply rooted. So do you tend to view religion as a crutch? Opiate of the masses?
OBERST: Well I definitely think it’s responsible for a lot of the evils of the world. I mean that’s not really in debate, you know? But at the same time, I think whatever gets you through the day, whatever helps you make sense of life you know? I’m not gonna begrudge my grandmother with her rosary beads. It works for them. And at the end of the day, I don’t claim to know the answer to anything.
NORRIS: You were as big an Obama supporter, from day one, as anyone I can think of in music. How do you feel now, nearly two years into the administration? It hasn’t been easy for him.
OBERST: No, and I don’t hold anything against him. I just think the system is so corrupt, it doesn’t matter how well-intentioned someone is, as I believe he was and is. At the end of the day, I think it just comes down to money. This is all about class warfare. All of our political problems. I mean, you just go down the line, and with any of these issues, it’s about rich people staying rich. And using poverty as a weapon against people. That’s what we see every day. And I’m not an economist, so I can’t speak to the nuances of it, but just common sense tells me the whole thing is corrupt.
HANS ZIMMER = from Q. Tarantino’s TRUE ROMANCE - one of my all time most favorite top five (top 2!) movies
I designed this page when I saw these statistics. The Nat Geo article should give us hope, despite how heavily mined some areas are, Cambodia ranking near the top, or even the most, especially Miss Dos Sopheap’s region is one of the worst, Battambang. The web url for Miss Landmine is Miss-Landmine.org and it seems a bit bizarre, which is why i didn’t highlight it as i have the Nat Geo piece. For example, if you find “beauty pageants” to be in poor taste wouldn’t the same criteria exist for people with disabilities?* However it is an interesting site, and the amount of girls who applied to vie for the title to be heartbreaking. So are the statistics, the site even lists what type of mine that caused the loss of limb, and other statistics on the minimal costs of placing the landmines compared with the cost of their extraction (not even including the loss of life and limbs). Most important of all is the growing roster of nations who refuse to create the mines for profit. If the pageant hoped to at least shed some light on these areas, then i think they have done some good.
*For really appallingly bad taste check out the flash splash screen for the miss landmine site, it’s positively surreal.
Life is like a roller coaster, it is going to have beautiful moments but it is going to be real fucked up, too, says rock poet Patti Smith.