At The Bottom Of Everything

I've always loved Bright Eyes and I've always loved this song, but I found a renewed love for it last week, ironically, the day before I went on an airplane. Oh, well. Also, the video is fantastic, and you can see it here.

"So, there's this woman, and she was on an airplane and she was flying to meet her fiance, sailing high above the largest ocean on the planet Earth. And she was seated next to this man who, you know, she had tried to start a conversation with him, but only, really the only thing she heard him say was just to order his bloody mary. And she was sitting there and she was reading this really arduous magazine article about a third world country that she couldn't even pronounce the name of, and she was feeling very bored and very despondent. And suddenly there was this huge mechanical failure and one of the engines gave out, and they just started falling, from 30,000 feet. The pilot's on the micorphone and he's saying, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Oh, my God!" And she looks at the man and she says, "Where are we going?" And 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 humming this little tune, and it kinda goes like this. A one, two, a one two three four...

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, alright...

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 a static with the whole.
I must memorize my 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 into 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 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 busses swimming past;
I'm happy just because
I found out I am really no one.