Conor Oberst - Cape Canaveral

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Oh, oh, oh brother totem pole

I saw your legends lined up

And I never felt more natural

Apart, I just came apart

Please, please, please sister Socrates

You always answer with a question

Show some kindness to a petty thief

Forgive, you did forgive

Saw the migrants smoke in the old orange grove

And the red rocket blaze over Cape Canaveral

You’ve been a father to me

In 1960’s speak

In the comatose joy that we’re on TV

While the mountain’s side was shining

Wild colors of my destiny

I watched your face age backwards

Changing shape in my memory

You told me victory’s sweet

Even deep in the cheap seats

Hey, hey, hey mother interstate

Can you deliver me from evil

Make me honest make me wedding cake

Atone, I will atone

Wait, wait, wait mighty outer-space

All that flying saucer terror

Made me lazy drinking lemonade

A waste, it just went to waste

Like the Freon cold out the hotel door

Or the white rocket fade over Cape Canaveral

You’ve been a daughter to me

Your buried shoe-box grief

I felt your poltergeist love like sanah heat

While the waterfall was pouring

Crazy symbols of my destiny

I watched your face die backwards

Little baby in my memory

A lonely victory sweet

Even deep in the cheap seats

And you don’t judge me

That’s not your style

But I won’t see you for a little while

And there’s no worries

Whose got time

All these changes are going to fill your mind

Like the citrus glow off the old orange grove

Or the red rocket blaze over Cape Canaveral

It’s been a nightmare to me

Some 1980’s grief

Gives me parachute dreams

Like old war movies

While the universe was drawn

Perfect circles form infinity

Saw the stars get smaller

Tiny diamonds in my memory

I know that victory is sweet

Even deep in the cheap seats