Basically anything that is sung from Conor Oberst’s mouth will sound sad. I’m not sure he can help it. This one, though, is sad in a scrunch-up-your-face-and-say-awwww kind of way – you hear about these two people and you can’t help but feel sympathy – or, depending on the hand you’ve been dealt, empathy.
How’s this for songwriting? “And me, I’m not a gamble: you can count on me to split.” I love it.
“Lua” / Bright Eyes (2005)
the sloppy copy 