No Copyright Intended. 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 couldnt 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 hes saying Im sorry, Im 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 Were going to a party. Its a birthday party. Its 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 doesnt dream We must ...
Friday, 15 February 2013
Bright Eyes - At The Bottom Of Everything (Lyrics)
Bright Eyes - At The Bottom Of Everything (Lyrics) Tube. Duration : 4.57 Mins.
No Copyright Intended. 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 couldnt 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 hes saying Im sorry, Im 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 Were going to a party. Its a birthday party. Its 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 doesnt dream We must ...
No Copyright Intended. 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 couldnt 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 hes saying Im sorry, Im 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 Were going to a party. Its a birthday party. Its 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 doesnt dream We must ...
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