If I had to choose one artist to listen to for the rest of my life, Conor is the one.

Rip Matthew oberst. Sorry for your loss conor

My favourite song on the album, but it changes everyday, but today this one is, only heard it 200 times today

Conor's new stuff is amazing. ^^

This song breaks my heart.

modern day Bob Dylan or John Prine... amazing... amazing amazing, from the basement tapes in late 1990's always a fan.

This song tells seven different stories......amazing...."cherry blossoms in the Spring"...!!

Wow this is a great recording! The new record is so good. I've only seen Conor live once and that was in 2011... looking forward to seeing him again in September :)

My favorite song off the new album by far. Just saw him 3/23 in Atlanta. Where was this recorded?

This is why I fucks wit Conor

Are the Felice Brothers to Connor Oberst as The Band was to Bob Dylan?

Does this Melody remind anyone of anything?

Unfortunately, none of the visions in this song happened.

Order an Old Fashioned with a splash of Grand Marnier I'll be there in ten minutes if you'll stay I don't wanna argue, but I got to tell you straight And better if it happens face to face They're looking for you, brother, they keep stopping by the house They're waiting at my work when I get out What do you think would happen if they'd followed me here now Do you really think they'd let it go? Well judging by your silence, the answer's no It's not true, Matthew, no it's nothing like before They know exactly where you're gonna be In that presidential suite up on the thirty-seventh floor With your feet propped up, watching the TV With a tray of food you're never gonna eat And some shit excuse that no one would believe In that empty hotel by the sea Now when it's over I'll be talking to your grave You might as well hear what I'll say I can't forgive you and I'll never sing your praise Why'd you always have to get your way? Now you're a legend to those sick Neanderthals The ones who count the bullet holes Can't help admiring the splatter on the walls Like cherry blossoms in the spring Oh, it's a thing of beauty 'til it gets cleaned It's not true, Matthew, no it's nothing like before They know exactly where you're gonna be In that presidential suite up on the thirty-seventh floor With a blindfold on, trying to fall asleep While your rental car's on fire in the street And the snowflakes falling softly on the beach In that empty hotel by the sea Oh, it's It's not true, Matthew, no it's wouldn't be like before They know exactly where you're bound to be In that presidential suite up on the thirty-seventh floor With your fingers broken, picking up your teeth With the realization you were in too deep With some final words that no one will repeat While the snow's still falling softly on the beach In that empty hotel by the sea