Oberst, Conor - Kick Lyrics






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 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 is so cruel and partisan
You should go in style to Stockholm for a while
Live outside oblivion's lens

Some day 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 profit once the word gets out
Tabloids at the country store

Searching under tables when the bars 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 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





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    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

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    almost...

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    Its Hyanis port, not johanesberg

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    "We are all descendants of Able. Ability.",dan'

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    "Sand witches",dan'

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    "The illuminati are bound and gagged.",dan'

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    Dan Thompson what does this mean

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    @ophilia fox definitely something

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    Someone's done a fuck ton of lsd