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A Spindle, a Darkness, a Fever, and a Necklace

This song is by Bright Eyes and appears on the album Fevers and Mirrors (2000).

'So long, everything' he shouted, then he ran next door to Margot's house.

'I'm moving' he said.

'Where' asked Margot.

'Two weeks away' said Mitchell.

'Where is that' asked Margot.

'It's everywhere I will be after I walk for two weeks' said Mitchell.
'I have lived in the same place for a long time. It is time for me to go some place else.'

'No' said Margot, 'you have only lived next door for fifteen years.'

'Sixteen' said Mitchell.

'Fifteen, six, what's the difference' said Margot. 'I want you to stay next door forever.'

'I can't' said Mitchell. 'I do not want to go wake up in the same old bedroom and
eat breakfast in the same old kitchen. Every room in my house is the same old room because I have been there too long.'

You turn on a spindle, you're so much looser now but you're not explaining how you've gained such new repose. I touch the clasp of your locket with its picture held, some secret you wouldn't tell but let it choke your neck.
So we imagine a darkness where all shapes divide, solids changing into light with a burst of heat so bright.

Well fine don't you do what I want you to, don't degrade yourself the way that I do
because you don't depend upon all the shit that I use to make my moods improve.

'And you look at me and think 'same old face, same old tail, same old scale, same old walk, same old talk' said Margot.

'No' said Mitchell, 'I like your face, tail, scale, walk and talk.'

'I like you.'

'I like you too, said Mitchell. He walked to the door. 'I must pack' he said.

Near a sea of pianos, there were waves of chords that crashed against the shore in one huge and useless roar.
And there were girls bringing water, like a dream they came to cool the fever of my brain and soothe my burning throat. And they made me a necklace, hanging beads of sweat on a string of my regrets and placed it round my neck.

They were singing don't you do what you've wanted to, don't destroy yourself
like those cowards do. Maybe the sun keeps coming up because it's gotten used to you and your constant need for proof.

Written by:

Conor Oberst

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