4:16
Cassadega, 2007
Written by Conor Oberst
I love this kind of song, with an avalanche of words tumbling one after the other, imagery and references whizzing by among the torrent. "The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Qur'an is mute / If you burned them all together you'd be close to the truth, Still they're poring over Sanskrit under Ivy League moons." The message seems to be a fairly pessimistic one, of a violent and turbulent world where meaning and peace are hard to discern. "And I was off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps." You got that right.
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