A Scale A Mirror And Those Indifferent Clocks
Bright Eyes Lyrics


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Here is a scale, weigh it out
And you will find, easily
More than sufficient doubt
That these colors you see

Were picked in advance
By some careful hand
With an absolute concept of beauty
They are smeared and these blurs

Come in random order
And color the eyes of your former lovers
Hers were green like July
Except when she cried

They were red
Now I know a disease
That these doctors can't treat
You contract on the day

You accept all you see
Is a mirror and a mirror is all it can be
A reflection of something we're missing
And language just happened

It was never planned
And it's inadequate to describe where I am
In the room of my house

Where the light has never been
Waiting for this day to end
And these clocks keep unwinding

And completely ignore
Everything that we hate or adore
Once the page of a calendar is turned it's no more




So tell me, then, what was it for?
Oh, tell me, what was it for?

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Bright Eye's song "A Scale a Mirror and Those Indifferent Clocks" are rich in symbolism and allegory. At the heart of the song is the idea that our perception of beauty, and indeed our understanding of the world around us, is shaped by external forces beyond our control. The first stanza speaks to this idea by suggesting that the colors we see are not random or natural, but rather have been chosen for us by an unseen hand with an absolute concept of beauty. This idea is reinforced by the use of the word "smeared" to describe the blurred and distorted images that color our perceptions. The second stanza continues this theme by suggesting that our understanding of language is similarly constructed and arbitrary, never quite enough to convey the complexity of our experience.


Throughout the song, the singer struggles with a sense of isolation and detachment from the world around him. He describes being trapped in a room with no light, waiting for time to pass, while indifferent clocks tick away without concern for what he loves or hates. The repetition of the phrase "tell me, then, what was it for?" underscores the singer's sense of frustration and confusion, as he struggles to find meaning in a world that seems fundamentally unknowable.


Overall, "A Scale a Mirror and Those Indifferent Clocks" is a deeply introspective and thought-provoking meditation on the nature of beauty, perception, and meaning in our lives. The song invites the listener to question their own perceptions and consider the ways in which our understanding of the world is shaped by forces beyond our control.


Line by Line Meaning

Here is a scale, weigh it out
Here is a tool to weigh your doubts and uncertainties


And you will find, easily
And you will realize effortlessly


More than sufficient doubt
That you have more than enough reasons to be uncertain


That these colors you see
That the beauty you see is preconceived


Were picked in advance
And selected beforehand by a creator who had an absolute concept of beauty


By some careful hand
By a precise and meticulous creator


With an absolute concept of beauty
Who had a definite understanding of what beauty is


They are smeared and these blurs
They are smudged and unclear


Come in random order
Appear in no apparent sequence


And color the eyes of your former lovers
And taint the beauty that you once saw in your past relationships


Hers were green like July
Your former lover's eyes were green like summer


Except when she cried
Apart from when she was upset


They were red
Her eyes turned red from crying


Now I know a disease
Now I understand a sickness


That these doctors can't treat
That cannot be remedied by medical professionals


You contract on the day
You catch it once you accept your reality


You accept all you see
You acknowledge that everything you see is real


Is a mirror and a mirror is all it can be
Is a reflection of what you're missing and will never be anything else


A reflection of something we're missing
A copy of something that we don't have


And language just happened
And words came to be without much intention


It was never planned
They weren't designed or invented


And it's inadequate to describe where I am
And they are insufficient to explain where I'm at


In the room of my house
Within a room of my home


Where the light has never been
Where the light has never shone


Waiting for this day to end
Wait for the day to come to a close


And these clocks keep unwinding
And time keeps moving forward


And completely ignore
Unconcerned about


Everything that we hate or adore
All the things we dislike or admire


Once the page of a calendar is turned it's no more
The calendar's days are fleeting and impermanent


So tell me, then, what was it for?
So what was the point of it all?


Oh, tell me, what was it for?
Oh, please tell me what was the point of it all?




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Conor Oberst

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@johnnyfelcher8156

"And language just happened, it was never planned" my favorite lyrics of all-time.

@brent9504

And it's inadequate to describe where I am...

@SteveC100482

This was the first song I ever heard from Bright Eyes and that had to be almost 14 or fifteen years ago at the height of the worst of my teenage years. 

@autumn-gw2bh

i wish this song was longer it's just so beautiful

@jamesfleming1155

I've thought the same thing. You don't want it to end

@multijerryz

thats what make it beatiful (perdón por mi inglés)

@bfe7499

Ballin

@leniboda

it's almost too painful to listen to this album

@CoolStoryBroize

The best version of this song is on motion sickness. The emotion he puts into it is amazing.

@soft.nd.golden

When I was 12 about 16 years ago I was anorexic and depressed and a mess my prelude to my drug addiction ... which I have been good for 5 years now on methadone.. but Conor oberst is still absolutely perfect all these years later.. he's an utter genius. Eliot Smith too

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