(spoken)
So there was this woman and
She was on an airplane and
She's flying to meet her fiancé
Sailing high above the largest ocean
On planet Earth and she was seated
Next to this man who you know
She had tried to start a conversation
But really the only thing
She heard him say was to order his bloody mary
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 the, suddenly there's this huge mechanical failure
And one of the engines gave out
And they started just falling thirty thousand feet
And the 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 says
"Where are we going?" and 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 he starts humming this little tune and it kind of goes like this:
One, Two, One, Two, Three, Four
(sung)
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 anarchrist that sleeps but doesn't dream we must sing, we must sing, we must sing.
(And it will go like this)
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.
We must blend into the choir, sing as static with the whole. We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul. And in this this endless race for property and privilage 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 bottom of everything and then 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.
credits
from I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning (Remastered),
released November 11, 2016
Jesse Harris-Guitar
Jim James-Voice
Tim Luntzel-Bass
Mike Mogis-Mandolin
Conor Oberst-Guitar, Voice
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