So there was this woman and she was, uh, on an airplane and shes flying to meet her fiancé sailing high above the--the largest ocean on planet earth and she was seated next to this man who, you know she had tried to start conversations an really--really the only thing she heard him say was to order his bloody mary and shes sitting there and shes reading this really arduous magazine article about a third world country that she couldnt even pronounce the--the name of and shes feeling very bored and very despondent and--and then, uh, suddenly theres this huge mechanical failure and one of the--the engines gave out and they started just falling -an- thirty thousand feet and the pilots on the microphone and hes saying, Im sorry, Im sorry, Oh My God, Im Sorry and apologizing and she looks at the man and she--and she says, Where are we going? and he looks at her and he says, Were going to a party, it--its a birthday party. Its your birthday party, happy birthday darling. We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much. And then, uh, he starts humming this little tune and--and, uh, it kind of goes like this, its kinda: One, Two, 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 we have read And to 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 doesnt dream We must sing, we must sing, we must sing. And itll 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 as static with the whole, We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul, And to 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 in moonlight laugh We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past And (in)to the caverns of tomorrow with just our flashlights and our love We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge. And then well get down there, way down to the very bottom of everything and then well see it, oh well see it, well see it, well see it. Oh my mornings coming back The whole worlds waking up Oh the city bus is swimming past. Im happy just because I found out I am really no one. https://youtube/watch?v=aXDAhnbYobE
Posted on: Sun, 21 Dec 2014 12:54:31 +0000
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