"Desert Island Questionnaire" as written by and Conor Oberst Conor Mullen Oberst....
Say that you were stranded on a desert island
What books you gonna bring what friends would tag along
Say you had a month and you knew you were dying
How would you spend your time
What goodbyes would take too long
You don't like this game and you take exception
Who wants all this trouble even hypothetical
With the charging sky above
And the ground below that could swallow everyone

Staring at your phone at another party
Spend a lot on clothes got a lot of skin to show
People in the pool like the drowning army
Smoke along the moats and the hotel lobby glows
Wish that you can dance but you've got no partner
Keep tapping on your glass because you want to make a toast
To the ennui of our times
To the selfishness in everyone you know
Made a lot of friends but they can't be trusted
Don't know what their angle is
Post up at the bar and I’m double fisted
Talking to a mannequin
I don't know what it means when he takes my pulse
And says that I'm a lot like him
I say that's fair enough that's why I'm trying to loosen up

Every lunatic must be well intentioned
Sets himself apart he's an instrument of god
Took her from the playground to the farmhouse cellar
Kissed her while he killed her like a good Samaritan
They finally found her body many Autumns after
Interviewed her mother who said she'd now be 21
And although we lost her young
I know the good lord has a plan for all of us

Mormons at the door they are clean and handsome
Always have a good sales pitch
Your little sisters swears that she can take my order
But I can't take her serious
Need something to bring
For this human nature is not what this condition is
I'm so bored with my life but I'm still afraid to die
Everyone's asleep in this burning building
And I can't wake them up in time
You go on ahead I'll be right behind you
I'm headed to the finish line
I can't ignore the sun until this is over

Pretend that you were stranded on a desert island
What would be the message that you'd spell out for the plane
Say the engine failed when that plane was flying
If you were the pilot would you curse or would you pray
No one's gonna cry at this John Doe funeral
Not a lot to say did it even have a name
Light a candle just in case he was someone's friend
Throw some flowers on the grave


Lyrics submitted by ThusItWas, edited by brokenguitar86, cartoonblues, christinemunn, thepowercut

"Desert Island Questionnaire" as written by Conor M. Oberst

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    General CommentOne of Conor Oberst's best string of thoughts.
    brokenguitar86on May 18, 2014   Link
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    General CommentBrilliant song. I feel like it needs another verse to properly conclude though.
    Cyberghoston June 09, 2014   Link
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    General Commentthe lyrics posted above are wrong. here are the correct lyrics, per the album liner notes.

    Say that you were stranded on a desert island
    What books you going to bring what friends would tag along?
    Say you had a month you knew you were dying
    How’d you spend your time what goodbyes would take too long?
    You don’t like this game and you take exception
    Who wants all this trouble even hypothetical?
    With the charging sky above
    And the ground below that could swallow everyone

    Staring at your phone at another party
    Spent a lot on clothes got a lot of skin to show
    People in the pool like a drowning army
    The smoke alarm emotes and the hotel lobby glows
    Wish that you could dance but you got no partner
    Keep tapping on your glass ‘cause you want to make a toast
    To the ennui of our times
    To the selfishness in everyone you know

    Made a lot of friends but they can’t be trusted don’t know what their angle is
    Post up at the bar and I’m double fisting talking to a mannequin
    Don’t know what he means when he takes my pulse and says that I’m a lot like him
    I say, “That’s fair enough, that’s why I’m trying to loosen up”

    Every lunatic must be well-intentioned
    Sets himself apart he’s an instrument of God
    Took her from the playground to the farmhouse cellar
    Kissed while he killed her like a good Samaritan

    Finally found her body many autumns after
    Interviewed her mother said she’d now be twenty-one
    And although we lost her young
    I know the Good Lord has a plan for all of us

    Mormons at the door they look clean and handsome always have a good sales pitch
    Your little sister swears she can paint my aura but I can’t take her serious
    Need something to blame for this human nature is that what this condition is?
    I’m so bored with my life, but I’m still afraid to die

    Everyone’s asleep in this burning building and I can’t wake them up in time
    You go on ahead I’ll be right behind you we’re headed to the finish line
    I can’t get closer till this is over

    Pretend that you were stranded on a desert island
    What would be the message that you’d spell out for the plane?
    Say the engine failed when that plane was flying
    If you were the pilot would you curse or would you pray?
    No one’s gonna cry at this John Doe funeral
    Not a lot to say didn’t even have a name
    Light a candle just in case he was someone’s friend
    Throw some flowers on the grave
    christinemunnon April 12, 2015   Link

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