At The Bottom Of Everything - (with Jim James) Lyrics

[Speaking] So there was this woman And she was , uh, on an airplane And she was flying to meet her fiancé Sailing high above the, the largest ocean on planet earth. And she was seated next to this man who, ya know, She had tried to start a conversation with, but the only, really the only thing she had heard him say was to order his Bloody Mary. And, 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 was this huge mechanical failure and one of the engines gave out and they started just falling thirty thousand feet, the uh, pilot’s 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 she, she says [guitar starts]“Where are we going?” and uh he looks at her and he says, “We’re going to a party. It's, 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 uh, he starts humming this little tune, and, uh, it kinda goes like this, it's kinda 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 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 who sleeps but doesn't dream We must sing, we must sing, we must sing [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/at-the-bottom-of-everything-with-jim-james-lyrics-bright-eyes.html ]
And it'll go like this, alright:
While my mother waters plants, my father loads his gun He says death will give us back to God Just like 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 ecstatic with the whole We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul Into 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 Into the caverns of tomorrow with only our flashlights and our love We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge
And then when we get down there, Way down to the very bottom of everything And then we'll see it Oh we'll see, oh 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've found out I am really no one