“So there was this woman and she was on an airplane
and she was flying to meet her fiance
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 arduous 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… I’m sorry” 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 now to sell
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 as static 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 won
we must run, we must run, we must run


We must hang up in the belfry
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
way down to the very bottom of everything
and then we’ll see it
oh we’ll see it, we’ll see it, we’ll see it

Oh my morning’s coming back
the whole world’s waking up
all the city buses swimming past
I’m happy just because
I found out I am really no one”.

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Bright Eyes, At the bottom of everything – 4:34
(Conor Oberst)
Album: I’m wide awake, it’s morning (2005)

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