Gold Mine Gutted
Bright Eyes Lyrics


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It was Don DeLillo, whiskey, me
And a blinking midnight clock
Speakers on a TV stand
Just a turntable to watch
And the smoke came out our mouths
On all those hooded sweatshirt walks
We were a stroke of luck
We were a gold mine, they gutted us

And from the sidelines you see me run
Until I'm out of breath
Living the good life, I left for dead
The sorrowful Midwest
Well I did my best...
To keep my head

It was grass stained jeans and incompletes
And a girl from class to touch
But you think about yourself too much
And you ruin who you love
Well all these claims at consciousness
My stray dog freedom
Let's have a nice clean cut
Like a bag we buy and divy up

And from the sidelines, I see you run
Until you're out of breath
And all those white lines that sped us up
We hurried to our death




Well I lagged behind...
So you got ahead

Overall Meaning

The opening lyrics of Bright Eyes' song Gold Mine Gutted brings forth a feeling of nostalgia and reminiscence. The singer is joined by a friend, Don DeLillo, drinking whiskey and listening to music on a turntable, watching the hands of time flick by as they puff out smoke into the crisp midnight air. These were some of the good times; the pair struck gold with their luck, but it all slipped through their fingers once they were gutted. The gutting reference could signify that the system or environment they were in, took away the shine and luster that they had found, casting them back to the drab, mundane reality.


The second verse takes a more introspective turn. From the sidelines, we see the singer running out of breath - living the good life, abandoned in the sorrowful Midwest. The metaphorical Midwest is a place of a life that is now in the past, but that the singer did their best to preserve, to keep alive through the memories. The juxtaposition of the good life and sorrowful Midwest can signify that the good life only comes for a brief time, and then it's all over - like a flash in the pan. The following lines touch upon the reality of young, lost love, and the revelation that sometimes we can ruin what we love by constantly over-analyzing things. The consciousness mentioned refers to the youthful, apathetic and uncommitted attitude that the singer once believed he had but now realizes it was just his runaway freedom. Ultimately, the song suggests the need for the singer to break away from this all-consuming mentality and reconnect with what was initially important - the people, the memories, and the raw energy that fueled it all in the first place.


Line by Line Meaning

It was Don DeLillo, whiskey, me
The singer was in the company of Don DeLillo and whiskey.


And a blinking midnight clock
There was a clock ticking away in the background.


Speakers on a TV stand
There were speakers placed on a TV stand in the room.


Just a turntable to watch
There was only a turntable to see in the vicinity.


And the smoke came out our mouths
The artist and the others present were smoking.


On all those hooded sweatshirt walks
They were walking around in hooded sweatshirts while smoking.


We were a stroke of luck
Their coming together was a great stroke of luck.


We were a gold mine, they gutted us
Although they were lucky to have each other, they eventually fell apart.


And from the sidelines you see me run
From afar, someone observes the artist running.


Until I'm out of breath
The running causes the artist to run out of breath.


Living the good life, I left for dead
The singer abandoned the good life and is now struggling to survive.


The sorrowful Midwest
The Midwest is now a sorrowful place for the artist.


Well I did my best...
Despite the challenges, the singer tried his best.


To keep my head
The singer tried to stay calm and composed.


It was grass stained jeans and incompletes
The singer was wearing jeans with grass stains and had incomplete tasks.


And a girl from class to touch
The artist had a girl from class who he longed to be with.


But you think about yourself too much
The artist is criticizing himself for being selfish.


And you ruin who you love
The singer's selfishness led him to ruin his relationship with the girl.


Well all these claims at consciousness
The singer tried to be conscious about his actions and thoughts.


My stray dog freedom
The artist's freedom was like a stray dog's - aimless and directionless.


Let's have a nice clean cut
The artist wants a clean and precise break from the past.


Like a bag we buy and divy up
The artist wants to move on from the past the way one would divide up a bag of items.


And from the sidelines, I see you run
The singer observes someone else running from afar.


Until you're out of breath
The running causes the other person to get out of breath.


And all those white lines that sped us up
The white lines represent drugs that made them feel like they were going fast.


We hurried to our death
Their indulgences eventually led them to their downfall.


Well I lagged behind...
The singer couldn't keep up with the speed at which they were living.


So you got ahead
The other person was able to cope better and move ahead in life.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: CONOR OBERST

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