| 歌曲 | At The Bottom Of Everything |
| 歌手 | Bright Eyes |
| 专辑 | Motion Sickness |
| (spoken) (takes a sip of liquid and swallows) So there’s this woman, and she was um… (clears his throat) …on an airplane, and she’s flying to meet her fiancé, sailing high above the – (swallows) – the largest ocean on planet earth, and she was seated next to this man who, er, you know, she had tried to start a conversation…and, only – really the only thing she’d heard him say was – just to order – his…his Bloody Mary, and…and she’s sittin’ there, and she’s readin’ this…really arduous magazine article about…a third world country that…she couldn’t…even pronounce the - the name of, and…she’s feeling…very bored, and…very…despondent, ‘n…(takes another sip of liquid and swallows) And then, uh… (turns away from the microphone and presumably places the glass of liquid down on a surface behind him) …suddenly… (turns back to the microphone) …there was this huge mechanical failure and – one of the – the engines gave out… (swallows) …and they started just ffffalling – an’…thirty thousand feet, the, uh…pilot’s on the… (inhales) …on the microphone and he’s – (swallows) he’s saying um, ‿I’m sorry, I’m sorry, oh my god, I’m…I’m sorry,‿ and apologizing and… (inhales) …and she looks at that man, and she - and she says… (begins playing the guitar) …she says wh - she says, "Where are we going?‿…and uh…an’ 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 hummin’ this little tune, and… (inhales) …and, uh, it kinda goes like this, it’s kinda…one, two, one, two, three, four: (end of spoken portion) | |
| 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, 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 a static 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 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 in 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!, 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 found out I am really no one |
| spoken takes a sip of liquid and swallows So there' s this woman, and she was um clears his throat on an airplane, and she' s flying to meet her fiancé, sailing high above the swallows the largest ocean on planet earth, and she was seated next to this man who, er, you know, she had tried to start a conversation and, only really the only thing she' d heard him say was just to order his his Bloody Mary, and and she' s sittin' there, and she' s readin' this really arduous magazine article about a third world country that she couldn' t even pronounce the the name of, and she' s feeling very bored, and very despondent, ' n takes another sip of liquid and swallows And then, uh turns away from the microphone and presumably places the glass of liquid down on a surface behind him suddenly turns back to the microphone there was this huge mechanical failure and one of the the engines gave out swallows and they started just ffffalling an' thirty thousand feet, the, uh pilot' s on the inhales on the microphone and he' s swallows he' s saying um, I' m sorry, I' m sorry, oh my god, I' m I' m sorry, and apologizing and inhales and she looks at that man, and she and she says begins playing the guitar she says wh she says, " Where are we going? and uh an' 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 hummin' this little tune, and inhales and, uh, it kinda goes like this, it' s kinda one, two, one, two, three, four: end of spoken portion | |
| 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, 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 a static 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 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 in 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!, 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 found out I am really no one |