a machine spiritual in the people s key

Bright Eyes

The people s key
Ringing through arena seats
The black machine
Played it all from memory
A fever dream
Well, i ll come back eventually
To wade into the water
Another and another

We go
Form some kind of code
The bodies float
And form some kind of code
The bodies float
Someone s out to know

Papa hobo
Don t hide your eyes
Mother mountain
Don t kill your unborn child
His day is coming
His day is coming

A question burns
Beneath the centuries of dirt
That voice you ve heard
Well, every head s a different world
Well, mine s concerned
I boarded up the windows
A catatonic plateau
A backwards black-faced minstrel show
So just let me go
The prisoner moans
Oh, just let me go
The prisoner moans
No one has to know

Eva braun went to dye her hair
Little hitler sighs in his giant s chair
And dreamed of nowhere
And dreamed of nowhere
And dreamed

The people s key
Ringing filling everything
The theme repeats
Thinner than the galaxy
Impart to me
Your wisdom and eventually
I ll float into the ether
Another from another

We grow
Form some kind of code
A flesh at bone
We form some kind of code
A flesh at bone
No, you re not alone

History bows and it steps aside
In the jungle there s columns of purple light
We re starting over
We re starting over
We re starting
We re starting