Songtext At the bottom of everything - (with jim james) Bright Eyes

At the bottom of everything - (with jim james)

[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 largest ocean on
The, the planet earth.
And she was seated next to this man.
Who, ya know? She had tried to start
Conversations, the only, really the only thing she
Had heard him say is to order his bloody marry
And, and she’s sitting there and she’s reading
This really arduous magazine article about a 3rd world
Country that she couldn’t even pronounce the name of.
She’s feeling; very bored and very despondent and;
And then uh, suddenly there was this huge mechanical
Failure and one of the engines gave out. And they just
Started falling, thirty thousand feet, the uh, pilot’s
On the microphone and he’s saying: “im sorry im sorry . Oh my god”
And apologizing and she looks at the man and says [guitar starts]
“where are we going?” and uh 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 uh, he starts humming this little tune, and it kinda goes like this
Uh 1, 2, uh 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

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 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, singing static with the whole
You must memorize my numbers and deny we have a soul
And in endless race from 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
Me must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past
And in 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 we'll see it we'll see it-

All my morning is coming fast
The whole world is waking up
Of the city buses swimming past
I'm happy just because
I've found out I am really no one