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Mar 29th 2012!⃝This song simply describes drug influence on love.
Two people loving each other try to make their lives easier by pushing problems aside.
I love the lyrics because they're so fucking true. Thats the way it goes. Everyone can identify himself in one of this lines knowing the situation of thinking things have been alright and in the next moment everything just turned out wrong...Suddenly everything change and you ask yourself why it just can't stay the way it been.
When I listen to this song, which is obviously on one hand pretty metaphoric and on the other one very self explanatory, it's just a pleasure. I am not sure, if its right to tear a song into pieces but this masterpiece just deserves to get an interpretation.
Oberst is telling us a fairytale... pure poetry which is floating through our brain like opium through his veins.
I know that it is freezing, but I think we have to walk
I keep waving at the taxis, they keep turning their lights off
But Julie knows a party at some actor's West side loft
Supplies are endless in the evening by the morning they'll be gone
(They have nowhere to go and feel lost, it is cold outside and they just want to get home which is pretty far away. They have bad luck, any cab is taking them with. Slowly they lose hope to get home, so they decide to go to the next party of someone they don't know actually. But its better than straying around.So sometimes you have no other choice than getting drunk even though you didn't meant to.)
The supplies which seem endless in the evening, could mean the illusion of being high/drunk. You feel like you own the world. But the next morning leaves nothing than a bad taste in your mouth. You know it never works, to crowd out trouble this way. Morning destroys lovely illusions like it was its task.
When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend
I'll get a coffee and the paper, have my own conversations
with the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
The mask I polish in the evening by the morning looks like shit
(When you got disappointed by everyone and feel betrayed you might think you don't need anyone. You can be your OWN best friend. This line describes this very well because you're convinced that you can only sit there and write poems drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes. The problem is that it simply doesn't work. It ever won't. Suddenly you get lonely and realize it lose its sense. The mentioned mask might mean self-confidence , first you thought you can manage everything and then you must confess it went all wrong. All you've got now is the shitty fact of being all alone.)
And I know you have a heavy heart, I can feel it when we kiss
So many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it
But me I'm not a gamble, you can count on me to split
The love I sell you in the evening by the morning won't exist
(This line shows how hard it can be to deal with your own feelings. Sometimes it's hard to be the one getting more love than you can give. You get this odd feeling of powerlessness. But it's also possible that he means the opposite, he puts all his trust to her and its damaging how she doesn't. It's a rough feeling to know you can't be the one saving her from being upset. You know you aren't a perfect lover, you get doubts and realize the love you once shared will disappear soon.
Sometimes you think you really love a person and than you catch yourself lying. Things which seem perfect for a short moment hurt so much by changing into a drama.
It's hard to understand how you let this chance go.
I imagine a simple situation of going to bed with a person having great talks and sharing love to each other and understanding the next day it was just sex and nothing really special. It feels easy-forgettable. )
You're looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black
Just keep going to the bathroom, always say you'll be right back
Well, it takes one to know one, kid, I think you've got it bad
But what's so easy in the evening by the morning's such a drag
( A girl you love has a really rough life... She forgets to eat and tries to push her problems aside by taking drugs. Day by day she gets skinnier and unhealthier and you can't help her because you are to weak. You know you are a bad role model but somehow it works. Days pass and she never talks playing everything's right. She doesn't want you to worry about her. It's kind of self-protection. Like in the first lines of the song you both try covering hassle by alcohol and pills. Yes, it work but only till the sun rises.)
I got a flask inside my pocket, we can share it on the train
And if you promise to stay conscious I will try and do the same
We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain
But what was normal in the evening by the morning seems insane
(The bearing gets more dramatic, you just want to forget. All you think of is staying together even though it lose its sense. For avoiding the pain you even risk to die.
The mentioned flask might imply different things like morphine or other dazing stuff. The morning arrives and you survived but know you got to realize how silly you've act. Its just mad but in the dark it seemed so obvious.
It illustrates how you slowly lose control.)
And I'm not sure what the trouble was that started all of this
The reasons all have run away, but the feeling never did
It's not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live
Cause what is simple in the moonlight by the morning never is
(This part of the song is like an excuse or an explanation for living like that. You actually do know that all you're doing is wrong but you also know pretty well that you aren't able to stop. When you're still able to stop, you don't want to, when you want to, it's already too late and you can't. The reasons why you are in this mess are already forgotten and maybe they aren't that important anymore, because you got adapted to this situation.
Whatever you feel bad for, you simply fucking do. Thats all. The last argument you mention in your declaration is pretty simple: Things are easier when you're out of control and the consequents seem equal for a short moment of fake happiness.
