Bright Eyes - At The Bottom Of Everything Lyrics
So there is this woman and she was on an airplane, and she's flying to meet her fiancé, sailing high above the largest ocean on planet earth, and she was seated next to this man, who, you know, she had tried to start conversations, and only, really the only thing she did heard him say was to order his Bloody Mary. And she's sitting there, and she's reading this really arduous magazine article about this third world country, that she couldn't even pronounce the name of, and she's feeling very bored and very despondent, and then uh, suddenly, there's this huge mechanical failure and one of the engines gave up, and they started just falling in thirty thousand feet, and the pilot's on the microphone and he's saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh my God, I'm sorry," apologizing and, and she looks at the man and she says, she 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 and it kinda goes like this:1-2, 1-2-3-4We must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the webWe must rip out all the epilogues from the books that we have readAnd to the face of every criminal strapped firmly in a chairWe must stare, we must stare, we must stareWe must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sellSet fire to the preacher who is promising us hellAnd in the ear of every anarchist, that sleeps but doesn't dreamWe must sing, we must sing, we must singAnd it'll go like this:While my mother waters plants, my father loads his gunHe says, "Death will give us back to God, just like the setting sunis returned to the lonesome ocean"And then they splashed into the deep blue seaIt was a wonderful splashWe must blend into the choir, sing a static with the wholeWe must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soulAnd to this endless race for property and privilege to be wonWe must run, we must run, we must runWe must hang up in the belfry, where the bats in moonlight laughWe must stare into a crystal ball, and only see the pastAnd in the caverns of tomorrow with just our flashlights and our loveWe must plunge, we must plunge, we must plungeAnd then we'll get down there,Way down to the very bottom of everythingAnd then we'll see itOh we'll see it, we'll see it, we'll see itOh my morning's coming back, the whole world's waking upOh the city bus is swimming past, I'm happy just becauseI found out I am really no one
