From a Balance Beam
Bright Eyes Lyrics


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There's a man holding a megaphone
He must have been the voice of God
The bystanders claimed they saw angels
Flying up and down the block
Well, they must have been attached to wires
I've seen one laying in the lawn with a broken arm
So I called 911
Well, that's one less founded opinion
One more cause for a dispute
So the street filled like a basin
Up with cameras and their crews
And they washed away the rumors
Leaving just the concrete truth
It was a spectacle
No, I, I mean a miracle
So I fell like a girl from a balance beam
A gymnasium of eyes, all are holding on to me
I lifted one foot to cross the other and I felt myself slipping
It was a small mistake
Sometimes that's all it takes

Now I'm staring at my wrist
Hoping that the timing is right
When the planets will align
There will be no planets to align
Just the carcass of the sun
With little painted marbles
Spinning senseless through an endless black sky

And so it never started
And it will never stop
Just like I am and you are

It was in a foreign hotel bathtub
I baptized myself in change
And one by one, I drowned all of the people I had been
And I emerged to find the parallels were fewer
I was cleansed
I looked in the mirror and someone new was there
But I was as helpless as a chess piece
When I was lifted up by someone's hand
And delivered from the corner
My enemies had got me in
But in all of my salvation I still felt imprisoned inside
That holding cell that is myself
So I wait for the day when I'll hear the key
As it turns in the lock and the guard will say to me
"Oh, my patient prisoner, you have waited for this day and finally
You are free, you are free, you are freezing"

Now I'm staring at the sun
Waiting for it to explode
Because a day is gonna come
Don't know when, but it will come
And we'll finally know the way out of here

And I'll throw away this wrinkled map
And my chart of stars and compass, cracked
And I'll climb that tree all wet with sap
To avoid the hungry beasts below
I'll cut out my lover's tongue and sing
Of a graveyard grey and a garden green
And we won't have to worry no more
No, we won't have to wonder again




About how this song or story ends
About how this song and story will end

Overall Meaning

The song "From a Balance Beam" by Bright Eyes appears on their album "Lifted or The Story Is in the Soil, Keep Your Ear to the Ground" released in 2002. The song talks about a man who witnesses a supposed miracle where a man claiming to be the voice of God was seen by bystanders with angels flying up and down the block. However, the man realizes that the angels were merely attached to wires and that the situation was just a spectacle. Through the lyrics, the man reflects on his own life and existence, ultimately waiting for the day when he will be free from the holding cell that is himself.


The song has a metaphorical meaning as it talks about the present-day obsession with the idea of the divine and miracles, and how society tends to overhype situations in hopes of finding meaning beyond our present existence. The singer's realization that it was just a spectacle is a metaphor for how we should try to maintain rationality and a sense of perspective in the face of phenomena that can appear miraculous.


One of the interesting facts about the song is that it features Conor Oberst's first recorded use of the harmonica, which would later become a staple in Bright Eyes' sound. The song also features vocal and instrumental appearances from members of the band Cursive, which Oberst was a member of at the time. Another interesting fact is that the song's title is a play on words, as a balance beam is an apparatus used in gymnastics while a balance beam is also a metaphor for maintaining a sense of balance in life.


Chords:


Verse - Am F C G
Chorus - F C G Am


Line by Line Meaning

There is a man holding a megaphone
A man with a megaphone was present at the incident.


So he must have been the voice of God
People believed that the man with the megaphone was the voice of God.


The bystanders claimed they saw angels
The people watching the incident thought they saw angels.


Flying up and down the block
The angels were flying in a particular area.


Well, they must have been attached to wires
The 'angels' that people saw were probably just actors suspended by wires.


I saw one laying in the lawn with a broken arm
One of the actors playing an 'angel' was hurt and lying on the grass.


So I called 911
The singer called emergency services for help.


So that's one less founded opinion
The incident helped dispel some people's baseless beliefs.


One more cause for a dispute
However, it also gave rise to new disagreements.


So the street filled like a basin
The street was now crowded like a basin filled with water.


Up with cameras and their crews
The cameras and their operators arrived to cover the incident.


And they washed away the rumors
The media's coverage helped dispel some of the rumors surrounding the incident.


Leaving just the concrete truth
The actual details of what happened in the incident became evident.


It was a spectacle
The incident was quite a spectacle.


No, I, I mean a miracle
The singer thinks of the incident as a miracle.


So then I fell like that girl from a balance beam
The artist feels like they fell like a gymnast on a balance beam.


A gymnasium of eyes were all holding on to me
People were watching the artist intently.


I lifted one foot to cross the other and I felt myself slipping
The singer made a misstep and started to slip.


It was a small mistake
The mistake was small but consequential.


Sometimes that's all it takes
A small mistake can lead to big results.


Now I'm staring at my wrist
The artist is looking at their wrist.


Hoping that the timing is right
The artist is hoping that the timing will be perfect.


When the planets will align
The singer is hoping for a planetary alignment.


There will be no planets to align
The artist acknowledges this is unlikely to happen.


Just the carcass of the sun
All that is left in the end is the sun's remains.


And those little painted marbles
The singer refers to the planets as 'little painted marbles'.


Spinning senseless through an endless black sky
The singer imagines the planets spinning without any end in sight.


(And so it never started and it will never stop just like I am and you are)
The artist reflects on the never-ending cycle of life and death.


It was in a foreign hotel's bathtub
The artist remembers a moment of change in a hotel bathroom.


I baptized myself in change
The singer views this moment as a baptism in change.


And one by one I drowned all of the people I had been
The singer leaves behind their old selves step by step.


I emerged to find the parallels were fewer
After this change, the artist realizes they have fewer connections to their old self.


I was cleansed
The artist feels renewed and clean.


I looked in the mirror and someone new was there
The artist experiences a profound change in themselves.


Still I was as helpless as a chess piece
Despite this change, the singer still feels helpless.


When I was lifted up by someone's hand
Someone helps the artist out of a predicament.


And delivered from the corner
The singer is freed from a troubling situation.


My enemies had got me in
The singer was in trouble because of their enemies.


But in all of my salvation I still felt imprisoned inside
Despite being saved, the singer still feels trapped.


That holding cell that is myself
The artist perceives themselves as a cell where they are trapped.


So I wait for the day when I'll hear the key
The artist is waiting for the day that they will feel free.


As it turns in the lock and the guard will say to me
The singer imagines this freedom as being released from jail.


"Oh, my patient prisoner, you have waited for this day and finally
The singer imagines the guard speaking to them.


You are free! You are free! You are freezing"
The guard would say that the artist is free but feeling cold.


Now I'm staring at the sun waiting for it to explode
The artist is staring at the sun, waiting for it to explode.


Because a day is gonna come
The artist believes that a day will come when the sun explodes.


Don't know when but it will come
The singer acknowledges they don't know when that day will come.


And then we will finally know the way out of here
When the sun explodes, we will finally be able to escape.


And I will throw away this wrinkled map
The singer will throw away an old map.


And my chart of stars and compass, cracked
The singer will throw away broken tools for navigation.


And I'll climb that tree all wet with sap
The singer will climb a tree.


To avoid the hungry beasts below
The artist will climb the tree to avoid dangerous animals.


I'll cut out my lover's tongue and sing
The artist says that they will silence a lover and sing a song.


Of a graveyard gray and a garden green
The song they will sing is of death and life.


And then we won't have worry no more
The singer believes that we will no longer have to worry.


No, we won't ever worry again
The artist believes that this state of not worrying will continue forever.


About how this song or story ends
There is no need to worry about how this song or story will end.


About how this song and story will end
The artist encourages the listener not to worry about the ending of the song or the story.




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

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