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Bright Eyes - At The Bottom Of Everything Lyrics - Lyrics2You
Song:At The Bottom Of Everything
Album:I'm Wide Awake, It's MorningGenres:Indie
Year: Length:315 sec

Lyricist: Bright Eyes


(spoken) (takes a sip of liquid and swallows) So theres this woman, and she was um& (clears his throat) &on an airplane, and shes flying to meet her fiancÚ, sailing high above the  (swallows)  the largest ocean on planet earth, and she was seated next to this man who, er, you know, she had tried to start a conversation&and, only  really the only thing shed heard him say was  just to order  his&his Bloody Mary, and&and shes sittin there, and shes readin this&really arduous magazine article about&a third world country that&she couldnt&even pronounce the - the name of, and&shes feeling&very bored, and&very&despondent, n&(takes another sip of liquid and swallows) And then, uh& (turns away from the microphone and presumably places the glass of liquid down on a surface behind him) &suddenly& (turns back to the microphone) &there was this huge mechanical failure and  one of the  the engines gave out& (swallows) &and they started just ffffalling  an&thirty thousand feet, the, uh&pilots on the& (inhales) &on the microphone and hes  (swallows) hes saying um, ?Im sorry, Im sorry, oh my god, Im&Im sorry,? and apologizing and& (inhales) &and she looks at that man, and she - and she says& (begins playing the guitar) &she says wh - she says, 'Where are we going??&and uh&an he looks at her&and he says, 'Were going to a party&it - its a birthday party&its your birthday party, happy birthday, darling. We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much.? And then um, he starts hummin this little tune, and& (inhales) &and, uh, it kinda goes like this, its kinda&one, two, one, two, three, four: (end of spoken portion)

We must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the web
We must rip out all the epilogues from 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

And it'll go like this, all right:

While my mother waters plants my father loads his gun
He says, 'Death will give us back to God,
Just like the setting sun
Is returned to the lonesome ocean'

And then they splashed into the deep blue sea
Oh, it was a wonderful splash

We must blend into the choir, sing a 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!, well see it!

Oh, my morning's coming back,
The whole worlds 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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