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Bright Eyes — At The Bottom Of Everything

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
Into 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
Into 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, 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 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 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!, Oh, 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

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