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Bright Eyes
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United States, NebraskaUnited States
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Conor Oberst is the only constant member of Bright Eyes. Other musicians in the band change frequently.
Bright Eyes Album: «Lifted or The Story Is in the Soil, Keep Your Ear to the Ground»
Bright Eyes Album: «Lifted or The Story Is in the Soil, Keep Your Ear to the Ground» (Front side)
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  • Title:Lifted or The Story Is in the Soil, Keep Your Ear to the Ground
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Review - Product Description
Thick booklet has 'pinch' marks and slip cover box has light wear. Back art insert is wavey. Scuff on outside edge of disc will not affect play.
Review - Amazon.com
Nebraskan wunderkind Conor Oberst writes songs so naked and heartfelt they make you feel like a voyeur just listening to them. This precocious singer-songwriter croons with the astonished intensity of a homeless Robert Smith singing for his supper. And his band's fourth album is every bit as lyrical, sprawling, and pretentious as its title. The production is notably brighter and crisper than previous efforts, with some songs, notably "Nothing Gets Crossed Out," lushly swathed in sweet-sounding strings. When Lifted is great, as on the slow-churning anthem "From a Balance Beam," it's superb, visionary pop music, on par with Jeff Mangum, Phil Elvrum, and Daniel Johnston--and on occasion, Dylan. Unfortunately, half the songs sprawl on too long or revisit the same themes too frequently. Still, anyone who can operate a fast-forward button will find much to enjoy on this vital, messy masterpiece. --Mike McGonigal
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34 of 36 people found the following review helpful:
- Would You Go Start Explaining, You Know I Want to Understand

Upon reading many of the reviews of "Lifted," I felt obligated to scribble a review of my own. Disenchantment of this record appears to be widespread. Many resort to personal attacks, while others' attempts at actual criticism falls short of substandard. Now, I'll step off my soapbox and allow Oberst to step up.

Most complaints about Oberst arise from his quavering vocals and self-indulgent writing style. I'll be the first to admit that this sort of music is an acquired taste. The first time I listened to Oberst would also be the last time I listened to him for over a year. I was sitting in my room with a group of people, and one of my friends put on Fevers and Mirrors. One caveat, you can never appreciate Bright Eyes in a crowd. This is a very solitary listening experience. But, back to the vocals and style...

From a subjective standpoint, most are put off by his general intensity. They'll term this intensity, "pretension." Yet, I must say, it's because people aren't quite sure what to make of the subject matter. His "pretension" is in actuality an attempt at pure and unadulterated writing. In trying to compare Oberst to other musicians, it's a feat short of impossible, as Oberst isn't comparable to other musicians. He's comparable only to other writers. That, I argue, is why people dislike him.

Yes, listening to Bright Eyes is a sometimes an arduous task. However, from a psychological standpoint, his lyrics operate on the reward system. Dopamine and Serotonin are the chemicals in your brain responsible for happiness and your sense of well-being. As you come to understand the lyrics, you are rewarded for putting forth a cognitive effort and therefore feel a sense of accomplishment for your hard work.

Oberst's vocals couldn't be refined. Tell me this: in modern times, what artist who is famous doesn't have a distinctive voice? Those who blend with the choir never make it. Also, due to the subject matter, these kinds of vocals are best equipped to carry the baggage.

In sum, Oberst is a lyricist first, a writer. If you don't invest the time to decode the message, you won't be rewarded, and you won't enjoy the music. Superficially, some of the songs may be enjoyed by melody alone, but that's not the author's intentions.

With "Lifted," Oberst has redefined music. He has turned a stone, so to speak, and now, we see that music can be much more than punchy lines and melodic strings. Oberst can distill life in one breath better than most writers can in an entire novel.

I believe his lyrics not to be self-indulgent but honest. He doesn't hide behind the shield of abstraction like most acclaimed musicians. Rather, Oberst lays it all out on the line so that it's undeniable as to what was spoken. In essence, he's says, "This is what I believe is truth. If you don't like it, that's fine, but there will be no question as to what I've said."

So, buy "Lifted" if you enjoy using your mind, if not then buy anything else. To the argument that his songs are depressing, I say, "Pish-posh." If you think his lyrics are depressing you're not listening, as all but save a couple songs end with some element of hope and resolution. Obviously, I have a very biased opinion about the band, but hear this... I have invested the time to enjoy it, and I'm still not enjoying it to the fullest because each time I listen I hear something new and exciting, something to which I can relate.

Customer review
28 of 34 people found the following review helpful:
- I think it's safe to call this a masterpiece

I may not be the most qualified person to praise the new Bright Eyes album- it is the only one I own, after all. Lifted is amazing, at any rate. You might think that his emotionally overwhelemed voice would become old quick, but it really doesn't- especially when he's backed by a massive orchestra and some incredible songs. Perhaps that's the best thing about the album- its perfect balance. If you just want to hear Connor singing while he strums his guitar, listen to Waste of Paint, or You Will. If you want a big symphonic anthem, there's False Advertising or Method Acting. And if you want to hear one of his most radio-ready tracks yet, there's the stunning Lover I Don't Have to Love. There's even a few great country tracks thrown in!

I've heard people dismiss Bright Eyes as "too emo." I suppose this could describe some of his songs, but there is a lot more to Connor's music. Though he sings about pain and sadness, there's also a lot of hope and empathy for others. And even if Waste of Paint makes me cry every time I hear it, what's wrong with that??

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9 of 10 people found the following review helpful:
- A hated addiction.

The music doesn't necessarily impress me, but the writing does. I mean, "Lifted..." is no album that you can take a nap and still enjoy it. No, no, you will have to concetrate pretty hard on the lyrics to understand the hype. "Lifted..." is supposively Conor Oberst's life story. In which he drowns us with very depressing songs about love, loss, regret, and drugs. To those who have never lost, nor loved, this album will seem ridiculous. However, if you'd like to wallow in your depression, I do very much suggest this album.

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8 of 9 people found the following review helpful:
- Masterpiece from an Indie Mastermind...

For me, this was the CD that started it all. After coming across the song "Lover I Don't Have To Love" by sheer dumb luck, I set out on a quest to find the artist and CD, and found myself at Tower Records that same night. After quickly falling in love with the CD, I went out and bought everything I could find by Bright Eyes, and haven't been disappointed by a single song, note, or lyric yet. I still consider "Lifted" the best Bright Eyes CD to date, and am thoroughly impressed by the range of styles, instruments, and techniques Conor Oberst uses in this one. Happiest listening to you, and may you soon be "Lifted" as well.

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5 of 5 people found the following review helpful:
- Bright Eyes review

A teriffic, thinking person's album. Nothing ground breaking musically and not a cd one can pop in for a simple Saturday afternoon drive to the store; this is a inspiring and fascinating listen. The lyrics are well thought out and poetic. I got the feeling I was in a small bar listening to an undiscovered poet performing his heart out with a small band.