Conor Oberst: Well the fever is basically whatever ails you or oppresses you, it could be anything. In my case its my neurosis, my depression, but I dont want to be limited to that. Its certainly different for different people. Its whatever keeps you up at night

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Radio: It is, it is. How about this Arienette, how does she fit in to all of this?
Conor: Id prefer not talk about it, in case shes listening
Radio: Oh, Im sorry, I didnt realize she was a real person
Conor: Shes not, but I made her up
Radio: Oh, so shes not real?
Conor: Just as real as you or I
Radio: I dont think I understand
Conor: Neither do I, but after I grow up I will. I mean, you know what, a lot of things are really unclear for me right now
Radio: Thats interesting. Now you mentioned your depression
Conor: No I didnt

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Conor: Well I did have a brother who died in a bathtub . . . he drowned. Well actually I had five brothers that drowned
Radio: (Chuckle)
Conor: No, Im serious. My mother drowned one every year for five consecutive years. They were all named Padraic, and thats why they only got one song. Its kind of like walking out a door and discovering that it's a window

I really just want to be this warm yellow light that pours over everyone that I love