Biography:
Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band is the name of US alt-country musician Conor Oberst and his backing band composed of Nik Freitas (guitar), Taylor Hollingsworth (guitar), Macey Taylor (bass), Nate Walcott (keyboards/organ) and Jason Boesel (drums).
Conor Oberst played 2 shows @ 400 Bar in Minneapolis, MN on the 29th and 30th of December, 2007 with Nik Freitas on Guitars, Jason Boesel on Drums, Macey Taylor on Bass and Nate Walcott on Keyboards and the French Horn.
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- Air Mattress
- Artifact 1
- Big Black Nothing
- Bloodline
- Breezy
- Cabbage Town
- Cape Canaveral
- Common Knowledge
- Corina Corina
- Danny Callahan
- Difference Is Time
- Eagle On A Pole
- Gentlemens Pact Smoke Signals
- Get Well Cards
- Get
- I Dont Want To Die In The Hospital
- I Gotta Reason Part 2
- Kick
- Lava Monster
- Lenders In The Temple
- Milk Thistle
- Milkt Thistle
- Moab
- Nicorette
- Night At Lake Unknown
- Nikorette
- Normal
- One Of My Kind
- Puddle Stomper
- Roosevelt Room
- Saucalito
- Sausalito
- Slowly Oh So Slowly
- Snake Hill
- Souled Out
- Spoiled
- Synesthete Song
- Tachycardia
- Ten Women
- To All The Lights In The Windows
- White Shoes
- Worldwide
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This might not be the exact chords but it works fairly well. This is an as of yet
unreleased track from Conor.
[C] [G]
He’s my friend but he’s no friend to me
[C] [G]
Ask him why, he’ll tell you casually
[F]
Washed up, bitter, broken, busted
[G]
Backstabbed everyone he trusted
[C] [F]
Says he sees what no one else can see
[G]
And if I had half his guts I’d want it
[F]
To chase that fatalistic comet
[C] [F]
Die young in the dark; that’s poetry
[G] [C]
But it was not for me, it was not to be
He’s always sad but I’ve never seen him cry
When he comes to, sure he’ll apologise
Find his car, asses the damage
Still drunk but he likes the challenge
Hold on to his mind just like a kite
But a good strong win can keep you honest
Fill you with some common knowledge
Things when we were young we never tried
Just figured we had time with such a long life
Money clips Alligator shoes
One more dance he’s in that champagne room
She moves like a chocolate fountain
Pouring, spilling all around him
Makes him wonder what else she can do
How bitter sweet is loves illusion
Feelings that can not be proven
Trust me you’ll see my aim is true
I’ve done this all for you, I’ve suffered long for you
So many times he’s tried to play it straight
Worked and worked until his body ached
But a brand new life can lose its lustre
Troubles tend to find each other
Call it luck or you can call it fate
But either way it’s how it happens
Not the way that you imagined
Or go out with a bang like Hemmingway
Some will say you’re brave
Some will say you ain’t
unreleased track from Conor.
[C] [G]
He’s my friend but he’s no friend to me
[C] [G]
Ask him why, he’ll tell you casually
[F]
Washed up, bitter, broken, busted
[G]
Backstabbed everyone he trusted
[C] [F]
Says he sees what no one else can see
[G]
And if I had half his guts I’d want it
[F]
To chase that fatalistic comet
[C] [F]
Die young in the dark; that’s poetry
[G] [C]
But it was not for me, it was not to be
He’s always sad but I’ve never seen him cry
When he comes to, sure he’ll apologise
Find his car, asses the damage
Still drunk but he likes the challenge
Hold on to his mind just like a kite
But a good strong win can keep you honest
Fill you with some common knowledge
Things when we were young we never tried
Just figured we had time with such a long life
Money clips Alligator shoes
One more dance he’s in that champagne room
She moves like a chocolate fountain
Pouring, spilling all around him
Makes him wonder what else she can do
How bitter sweet is loves illusion
Feelings that can not be proven
Trust me you’ll see my aim is true
I’ve done this all for you, I’ve suffered long for you
So many times he’s tried to play it straight
Worked and worked until his body ached
But a brand new life can lose its lustre
Troubles tend to find each other
Call it luck or you can call it fate
But either way it’s how it happens
Not the way that you imagined
Or go out with a bang like Hemmingway
Some will say you’re brave
Some will say you ain’t
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