It was Don DeLillo, whiskey, me
And a blinking midnight clock
Speakers on a TV stand
Just a turntable to watch
And the smoke came out our mouths
On all those hooded sweatshirt walks
We were a stroke of luck
We were a gold mine, they gutted us

And from the sidelines you see me run
Until I'm out of breath
Living the good life, I left for dead
The sorrowful Midwest
Well I did my best...
To keep my head

It was grass stained jeans and incompletes
And a girl from class to touch
But you think about yourself too much
And you ruin who you love
Well all these claims at consciousness
My stray dog freedom
Let's have a nice clean cut
Like a bag we buy and divy up

And from the sidelines, I see you run
Until you're out of breath
And all those white lines that sped us up
We hurried to our death
Well I lagged behind...
So you got ahead


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Gold Mine Gutted Lyrics as written by Conor Oberst

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    On the first page of comments, freezegelman said, "And from the sidelines I see you run...etc,etc... I really understand that part. You can almost apply it to a relationship. "

    That has nothing to do with relationships, it's not a metaphor. He was hanging out with someone at a track and they were sitting on the bleachers/sidelines watching him run and run and run because he was all hopped up on cocaine. Conor IS literal some of the time.

    kellythebeaston July 02, 2005   Link

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