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At The Bottom Of Everything 
Medium
by Bright Eyes
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So there was woman
And she was on an airplane
And she was to meet her fiance
Seaming high above the...
The largest ocean on planet Earth
And she was sitting next to this man
Who.. you know she had tried
To conversations
And the only she had really heard him say
Was to order his bloody Mary
And she's sitting there
And she's reading this really arduous magazine article
a Third World country that she can't
Even pronounce the name of and
She is feeling
Very bored, and very despondent
And then... (um..) suddenly
There was this huge failure
And one of the engines out
And they started, just, falling
Thirty-thousand feet
The pilot is on the microphone and he...
He's saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh my God...
I'm sorry" and apologizing
And she looks at the man and she says
She says... she says: "where are we going?"
And (um...) he looks at her...
And he says
"We're going to a party
It's a party
It's your birthday party, happy birthday darling
We love you very, very, very
Very, very, very, much"
And then (um...) he starts humming this little tune
And, it kind of goes this
Is kind of: 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
We must in 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 stare, we must stare, we must stare
We must take all of the medicines
Too expensive now to sell
Set to the preacher who is promising us hell
And in the ear of anarchist
That sleeps but doesn't dream
We sing, we must sing, we must sing
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 return to the lonesome ocean"
And they spashed into the deep blue sea
Oh, it was a wonderful splash
We must blend into the choir
Sing ecstatic 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 run, we must run, we must run
We hang up in the belfry
the bats and moonlight laugh
We must stare into a ball
And only see the past
And in the of tomorrow
With just our flashlights and our love
We must plunge, we must plung, 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 world's waking up
All the city buses swimming past
I'm happy just because
I found out I am really no one
And she was on an airplane
And she was to meet her fiance
Seaming high above the...
The largest ocean on planet Earth
And she was sitting next to this man
Who.. you know she had tried
To conversations
And the only she had really heard him say
Was to order his bloody Mary
And she's sitting there
And she's reading this really arduous magazine article
a Third World country that she can't
Even pronounce the name of and
She is feeling
Very bored, and very despondent
And then... (um..) suddenly
There was this huge failure
And one of the engines out
And they started, just, falling
Thirty-thousand feet
The pilot is on the microphone and he...
He's saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh my God...
I'm sorry" and apologizing
And she looks at the man and she says
She says... she says: "where are we going?"
And (um...) he looks at her...
And he says
"We're going to a party
It's a party
It's your birthday party, happy birthday darling
We love you very, very, very
Very, very, very, much"
And then (um...) he starts humming this little tune
And, it kind of goes this
Is kind of: 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
We must in 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 stare, we must stare, we must stare
We must take all of the medicines
Too expensive now to sell
Set to the preacher who is promising us hell
And in the ear of anarchist
That sleeps but doesn't dream
We sing, we must sing, we must sing
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 return to the lonesome ocean"
And they spashed into the deep blue sea
Oh, it was a wonderful splash
We must blend into the choir
Sing ecstatic 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 run, we must run, we must run
We hang up in the belfry
the bats and moonlight laugh
We must stare into a ball
And only see the past
And in the of tomorrow
With just our flashlights and our love
We must plunge, we must plung, 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 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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