A Machine Spiritual
Bright Eyes Lyrics


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The people's key
Ringing through arena seats
The black machine
Played it all from memory
A fever dream
Well, I'll come back eventually
To wade into the water
Another and another

We go
Form some kind of code
The bodies float
And form some kind of code
The bodies float
Someone's out to know

Papa hobo
Don't hide your eyes
Mother mountain
Don't kill your unborn child
His day is coming
His day is coming

A question burns
Beneath the centuries of dirt
That voice you've heard
Well, every head's a different world
Well, mine's concerned
I boarded up the windows
A catatonic plateau
A backwards black-faced minstrel show
So just let me go
The prisoner moans
Oh, just let me go
The prisoner moans
No one has to know

Eva Braun went to dye her hair
Little Hitler sighs in his giant's chair
And dreamed of nowhere
And dreamed of nowhere
And dreamed

The people's key
Ringing filling everything
The theme repeats
Thinner than the galaxy
Impart to me
Your wisdom and eventually
I'll float into the ether
Another from another

We grow
Form some kind of code
Of flesh and bone
We form some kind of code
Of flesh and bone
No, you're not alone

History bows and it steps aside
In the jungle there's columns of purple light
We're starting over
We're starting over




We're starting
We're starting

Overall Meaning

The first verse of the song 'A Machine Spiritual' by Bright Eyes provides an insight into the transcendental and otherworldly nature of the song. The black machine is playing music that the people's key ringing through the arena seats. It is played from memory like a fever dream. There is a sense of coming back eventually to return to the water, to wash away the weariness of existence. The second verse frames the bodies floating and forming some kind of code. There is this idea that someone is trying to crack this code or decipher it. The lyrics then personify nature with 'Mother mountain, don't kill your unborn child.' This idea of nature and its imminent threat ties in with the question that it's been burning beneath the centuries of dirt.


The third verse takes on a more personal nature, and the singer's mind is the concern. Boarding up the windows and the catatonic plateau sound claustrophobic, and perhaps there is a sense of being stuck in the thoughts and unable to move. The lyric, a backwards black-faced minstrel show, is a troubling line and refers to the racist stereotype where white performers would paint their faces black for entertainment purposes. The chorus repeats, and the imagery of Eva Braun dyeing her hair and Hitler sighing show the sense of troubled thoughts and premonitions of war. There is a sense of starting over and dreaming of nowhere to go.


Line by Line Meaning

The people's key
The answer to all human problems


Ringing through arena seats
Heard and accepted by people in power


The black machine
A powerful force that influences everything


Played it all from memory
Recalling from the past to inform the present


A fever dream
A chaotic world of confusion


Well, I'll come back eventually
There is still hope


To wade into the water
To seek new beginnings


Another and another
A cycle that repeats


We go
Progressing forward


Form some kind of code
Finding meaning in life


The bodies float
The human experience is ephemeral


And form some kind of code
Humans work together to navigate life


Someone's out to know
People seek answers to life's mysteries


Papa hobo
The marginalized and forgotten


Don't hide your eyes
Confront the issues at hand


Mother mountain
The source of life and mother figure


Don't kill your unborn child
Don't destroy what has not yet come to fruition


His day is coming
A reckoning is inevitable


A question burns
Deep existential pondering


Beneath the centuries of dirt
Hidden knowledge buried under history


That voice you've heard
Each person's perspective is unique


Well, every head's a different world
Everyone experiences life in their own way


Well, mine's concerned
I am grappling with my own questions


I boarded up the windows
Withdrawal from the outside world


A catatonic plateau
A state of stagnation


A backwards black-faced minstrel show
A twisted performance


So just let me go
I need to move on


The prisoner moans
A plea for liberation


Oh, just let me go
Release from the torment of life


No one has to know
This struggle is internal and private


Eva Braun went to dye her hair
A callous and frivolous act in the midst of human tragedy


Little Hitler sighs in his giant's chair
A reminder of the evil that exists in the world


And dreamed of nowhere
An empty and hopeless vision


The theme repeats
The persistent struggles of humanity


Thinner than the galaxy
The issues we face are small in the grand scheme of things


Impart to me
Share your wisdom


Your wisdom and eventually
Learn from others and overcome challenges


I'll float into the ether
I will transcend the earthly struggles


We grow
We evolve over time


Of flesh and bone
Our physical bodies limit us


No, you're not alone
Others share your struggles


History bows and it steps aside
Recognition of the power of time and change


In the jungle there's columns of purple light
The beauty and majesty of nature


We're starting over
A hopeful new beginning


We're starting
Moving forward




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: CONOR M OBERST

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