At The Bottom of Everything - Bright Eyes

So there was this woman and she was on an airplane, and she was flying to meet her fianc? seaming high above the largest ocean on planet earth. She was seated next to this man she had tried to start conversations, but the only thing she had really heard him say was to order his Bloody Mary. She was sitting there and she was reading this really argues magazine article about a third world country that she couldn?t even pronounce the name of. And she was feeling very bored and despondent. And then suddenly there was this huge mechanical failure and one of the engines gave out, and they started just falling thirty-thousand feet, and the pilots on the microphone and he?s saying ?I?m sorry, I?m sorry, oh my god? and apologizing. And she looks at the man and says ?Where are we going?? and he looks at her and he says ?We?re going to a party. It?s a birthday party. It?s your birthday party. Happy birthday darling. We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much.? And then he starts humming this little tune, it kind of goes like this: 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4

We must talk in every telephone
Get eaten off the web
We must rip out all the epilogues in the books that we have read
And in the face of every criminal
Strapped firmly to a chair
We must stare, we must stare, we must stare

We must take all of the medicines too expensive outer cell???
Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell
And in the ear of every anarchist that sleeps but doesn?t dream
We must sing, we must sing, we must sing

It?ll go like this:

While my mother waters plants
My father loads his guns
He says death will give us back to god
Just like this setting sun is returned to this lonesome ocean

And then they splashed into the deep blue sea
It was a wonderful splash

We must blend into the choir
Sing ecstatic with the whole
We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul
And in this endless race for property and privilege to be one
We must run, we must run, we must run

We must hang up in the celing
Where the bats and moonlight laugh
We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past
And in the caverns of tomorrow
With just our flashlights and our love
We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge

And then we?ll get down there to the very bottom of everything
And we?ll see it, we?ll see it, we?ll see it

Oh my mornings coming back
The whole world?s waking up
In the city buses are swimming past
I?m happy just because
I found out I?m really no one

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