At the Bottom of Everything Songtext
von Bright Eyes

At the Bottom of Everything Songtext

(Spoken) So there's this woman, and she was um... 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, er, you know,
She had tried to start a conversation...
And, only – really the only thing she'd heard him say was – just to order – his... his Bloody Mary, and...
And she's sittin' there, and she's readin' this... really arduous magazine article about... a third world country that... she couldn't... even pronounce the - the name of, and...
She's feeling... very bored, and... very... despondent, 'n...
And then, uh... suddenly... there was this huge mechanical failure and
– One of the – the engines gave out... and they started just ffffalling – an'...thirty thousand feet,
The, uh... pilot's on the... on the microphone and he's –
He's saying um, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh my god, I'm... I'm sorry," and apologizing and...
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,
"We're going to a party... it - 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 um, he starts hummin' this little tune, and...
And, uh, it kinda goes like this, it's 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 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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