Vittos Ordination
31-01-2005, 01:12
It is Bright Eyes I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning. I put it in my CD player as I left the record shop, and I was instantly blown away. The first song "At the Bottom of Everything" begins with frontman Conor Oberst speaking with absolutely no musical backing. He is telling the story of a woman on a plane that is crashing who turns to the man in the seat next to her and asks "Where are we going?" The man initially comforts her, but as a light guitar strumming builds he begins to sing this song:
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 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 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 bottom of everything and then we'll see it, we'll see it, we'll see it)
Oh my mornings coming back, the whole world's waking up.
All the city buses swimming past, I am happy just because.
I found out I am really no one.
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 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 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 bottom of everything and then we'll see it, we'll see it, we'll see it)
Oh my mornings coming back, the whole world's waking up.
All the city buses swimming past, I am happy just because.
I found out I am really no one.