"Kick" as written by and Conor Oberst Conor Mullen Oberst....
Kick you know you're still a kid
And your diets too full of additives
Passed out on a couch with ashes in your mouth
Dreaming that you're hopping a fence
This world must have it out for you
From the shores of Montaca to Malibu
The trappings of a name you never could escape
Because people want to live in the past
Some goal they mentioned they never had

I thought we lost that Camelot
I thought we lost that Camelot
It's a children's story we forgot
So long ago

Kick it's hard to find a friend
In a place that's so cruel and partisan
But you should go in style to Stockholm for a while
Live outside oblivion's lent
Someday you'll have a fine divorce
And a cemetery plot in Johannesburg
It's time you close your eyes
On a helicopter ride
I hope you see it isn't your fault
I hope you know it isn't your fault

I thought they shot that Camelot
I thought they shot that Camelot
Whoever shot this movie star he grows
And the show must go on

Laying in an office on an old chaise lounge
Listening to the doctor drone
No therapeutic feeling once the shock wears off
Answer every question no
Hiding in a hammock with the shades pulled down
Wondering if the stories broke
Tragedy is prophet once the word gets out
Tablets at the country store
Searching under tables once the bars closed down
Said somebody stole your phone
Now there's no one to talk to but these trust fund drunks
Should have brought a chaperon

Kick I'd love to help you but I just don't count
Friendship makes you paranoid
I don't believe in crescents
But I just might now we never really had a choice
Like all your broken toys

Kick you know this life is rich
But pleasures not the same as happiness
If you don't collide with the traffic in your mind
I think you'll find your way out of this
I hope you find your way out of this


Lyrics submitted by bruxadoll, edited by rabidshrew

"Kick" as written by Conor M. Oberst

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    General CommentI wonder who this is about.
    Cyberghoston June 11, 2014   Link
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    General CommentThe lyrics as posted are incorrect. Per the CD booklet actual lyrics are:

    Kick you know you're still a kid
    And your diet's too full of additives
    Passed out on a couch with ashes in your mouth
    Dreaming that you're hopping a fence

    This world must have it out for you
    From the shores of Montauk out to Malibu
    The trappings of a name you never could escape
    These people want to live in the past
    Some golden age that they never had

    I thought we lost that Camelot
    I thought we lost that Camelot
    Some children's story we forgot
    Grew old so long ago

    Kick it's hard to find a friend
    In a place that's so cruel and partisan
    You should go in style to Stockholm for a while
    Live outside oblivion's lens

    Someday you'll have a fine divorce
    And a cemetery plot in Hyannis Port
    Next time you close your eyes on a helicopter ride
    I hope you see it isn't your fault
    I hope you know it isn't your fault

    I thought they shot that Camelot
    I thought they shot that Camelot
    Whoever shot this movie-stock
    B roll said the show must go on

    Laying in an office on an old chaise lounge
    Listening to the doctor drone
    There is no therapeutic feeling once the shock wears off
    You answer every question "No"

    Hiding in a hamlet with the shades pulled down
    Wondering if the story's broke
    Tragedy is prophet once the word gets out
    Tabloids at the country store

    Searching under tables once the bar's closed down
    Said somebody stole your phone
    Now there is no one to talk to but these trust fund drunks
    Should have brought a chaperone

    Kick I'd love to help you but I just don't count
    Friendship makes you paranoid
    I don't believe in curses
    But I just might now you never really had a choice
    Like all of your broken toys

    Kick you know this life is rich
    But pleasure is not the same as happiness
    But if you don't collide with the traffic in your mind
    I think you'll find your way out of this
    I hope you find your way out of this


    These lyrics aren't a perfect representation of the recording either, which contains an occasional word added or subtracted from a line, or a contraction where there isn't one listed.

    The song is about Kathleen "kick" Kennedy. In an guest column for Q-magazine Oberst wrote "“This song is total projection. I imagined what this person’s life might be like based off a few minutes I spent with her in a crowded bar and some scattered tabloid journalism. It is almost certainly and completely inaccurate on every level but, hey, it’s a catchy tune. And considering what her family has been through its surely not the worst thing ever uttered about them. Mad empathy is what I was going for. All apologies." He's right, the song is quite catchy, and it definitely made me feel sorry for whoever it may have been referencing the first time I heard it.

    rabidshrewon August 10, 2014   Link
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    General CommentThe lyrics as posted are incorrect. Per the CD booklet actual lyrics are:

    Kick you know you're still a kid
    And your diet's too full of additives
    Passed out on a couch with ashes in your mouth
    Dreaming that you're hopping a fence

    This world must have it out for you
    From the shores of Montauk out to Malibu
    The trappings of a name you never could escape
    These people want to live in the past
    Some golden age that they never had

    I thought we lost that Camelot
    I thought we lost that Camelot
    Some children's story we forgot
    Grew old so long ago

    Kick it's hard to find a friend
    In a place that's so cruel and partisan
    You should go in style to Stockholm for a while
    Live outside oblivion's lens

    Someday you'll have a fine divorce
    And a cemetery plot in Hyannis Port
    Next time you close your eyes on a helicopter ride
    I hope you see it isn't your fault
    I hope you know it isn't your fault

    I thought they shot that Camelot
    I thought they shot that Camelot
    Whoever shot this movie-stock
    B roll said the show must go on

    Laying in an office on an old chaise lounge
    Listening to the doctor drone
    There is no therapeutic feeling once the shock wears off
    You answer every question "No"

    Hiding in a hamlet with the shades pulled down
    Wondering if the story's broke
    Tragedy is prophet once the word gets out
    Tabloids at the country store

    Searching under tables once the bar's closed down
    Said somebody stole your phone
    Now there is no one to talk to but these trust fund drunks
    Should have brought a chaperone

    Kick I'd love to help you but I just don't count
    Friendship makes you paranoid
    I don't believe in curses
    But I just might now you never really had a choice
    Like all of your broken toys

    Kick you know this life is rich
    But pleasure is not the same as happiness
    But if you don't collide with the traffic in your mind
    I think you'll find your way out of this
    I hope you find your way out of this


    These lyrics aren't a perfect representation of the recording either, which contains an occasional word added or subtracted from a line, or a contraction where there isn't one listed.

    The song is about Kathleen "kick" Kennedy. In an guest column for Q-magazine Oberst wrote "“This song is total projection. I imagined what this person’s life might be like based off a few minutes I spent with her in a crowded bar and some scattered tabloid journalism. It is almost certainly and completely inaccurate on every level but, hey, it’s a catchy tune. And considering what her family has been through its surely not the worst thing ever uttered about them. Mad empathy is what I was going for. All apologies." He's right, the song is quite catchy, and it definitely made me feel sorry for whoever it may have been referencing the first time I heard it.

    rabidshrewon August 10, 2014   Link

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