Artist: bright eyes
Song: false advertising
Album: Lifted Or The Story Is In The Soil, Keep Your Ear To The Ground
Year: 2002
On a string
On a string
On a string, I was held the way I move, can you tell?
My actions are orchestrated from above
So I swing and I sway wave my hand, kick my leg
And it's always right with the music
Until' all that swaying starts to make you sick
For a song, I was bought now I lie when I talk
With a careful eye on the cue card
Onto a stage, I was pushed with my sorrow, well rehearsed
So give me all your pity and your money, now all of it
We used to think that sound was something pure
But if I could act like this was my real life
And not some cage, where I've been placed
Well then, I could tell you the truth like I used to
And not be afraid of sounding fake
Now all anyone's listening for are the mistakes
Ahh, I'm sorry
No, it's okay, it's okay
One, two, three
One, two, three
In a house by myself I hear the ice start to melt
And I'll watch the rooftops weep for the sunlight
And I know, what must change fuck my face, fuck my name
They are brief and false advertisements
For a soul, I don't have somethin' true, I have lacked
And spent my whole life tryin' to make up for
But I found in a song and in the people I love
They will lift me up out of darkness
And now my door, it stands open
I'm inviting everyone in we're gonna laugh
We're gonna drink, until' the morning comes
That's what we're gonna do come on, come on