Interpret:

Bright Eyes

Album:

I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning

So there was this woman and she was on an airplane, and she was flying to meet her fiancé seaming high above the largest ocean on planet earth. She was seated next to this man she had tried to start conversations, but the only thing she had really heard him say was to order his Bloody Mary. 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 despondent. And then suddenly there was this huge mechanical failure and one of the engines gave out, and they started just falling thirty-thousand feet, and the pilots 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 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, it kind of goes like this: 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4 


We must talk in every telephone 
Get eaten off the web 
We must rip out all the epilogues in 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 


It’ll go like this: 


While my mother waters plants 
My father loads his guns 
He says death will give us back to god 
Just like this setting sun is returned to this lonesome ocean 


And then they splashed into the deep blue sea 
It was a wonderful splash 


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 endless race for property 
and privilege to be one 
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