Bright Eyes At The Bottom Of Everything Lyrics

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, 1-2-3-4



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 to the face of every criminal strapped firmly in 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:

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

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 to 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 in 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

Oh the city bus is swimming past, I'm happy just because

I found out I am really no one