[00:02.699][Pre-Chorus: Kimya Dawson]
[00:16.693]Take a deep breath, try to relax
[00:19.440]Just close the shade, don't start to panic
[00:21.687]Hope there's no map, in the seat back
[00:23.706]Cause if I know, where we're at
[00:25.698]Right as we cross to blue from green
[00:28.198]The fiery terror will engulf me
[00:30.194]You hold my hand reluctantly
[00:32.443]But you look at me like I am crazy
[00:35.198]"Planes almost never crash," you say
[00:36.940]"Almost never isn't never," I say as I shake
[00:38.943]And I fight back tears, my biggest fear
[00:40.935]Something going wrong while we're up here
[00:43.189]Eyes closed tight until we land, I don't care if it's rare
[00:47.199][Chorus: Kimya Dawson & Aesop Rock]
[00:48.451]It happens...
[00:49.692](Ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten)
[00:52.198]It happens...
[00:55.938]It happens...
[00:57.196](Ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten)
[01:01.147]It happens...
[01:01.898][Verse: Aesop Rock]
[01:02.147]Five in a den with a TV on 10
[01:03.642]229 meeting in a sea beyond them
[01:05.153]Married to marathon of bad cable access
[01:07.653]Times while the gravitron axis wind
[01:09.390]Up, Tony had a hive for the club
[01:11.640]Where the toes of the tigers, arrive and erupt
[01:13.893]Run's house flies in a ripening husk
[01:16.156]Each unwound one too alive to instruct
[01:18.146]On his own, yet wove are a knife in the gut
[01:20.397]So a holed-up night was a fiber to clutch
[01:22.639]Wednesday 9/2/98, but really
[01:24.648]Not even a client of your time and space
[01:27.147]Surfing a 20 inch tube
[01:29.150]In a home-videos-over-news kinda room
[01:31.149]But a casual flip is a light-show dice roll
[01:33.391]Looking for a chuckle, might stumble on a cyclone
[01:35.638]This just in: tale of a plane crash
[01:38.138]Typical affliction to flinch at and change past
[01:40.142]Harsh but the city piles stiffs like a haystack
[01:43.140]Either you're a needle or a gray mass
[01:44.894]One channel up, wait, maybe change back
[01:46.651]Okay, a dose of the old death toll game
[01:49.136]Fact: MD-11 in the ocean
[01:51.403]Close to the coast of a cold Nova Scotia
[01:53.390]Left JFK, smelled smoke in the vulture
[01:55.394]Found fire in the hole, never found closure
[01:57.647]Now a quote from his homeboy Jeremy:
[01:59.905]"My mother took a night flight out of Kennedy"
[02:01.891]What? Yup, she was Switzerland bound
[02:04.139]Aw, dude, she's fine, dude, she's fine
[02:06.392]What you're thinking is an impossibility of design
[02:08.643]Turn it up a second if you need a little peace of mind
[02:10.652]Halifax divers find no survivors
[02:12.643]We just need the name of the city you were flying towards
[02:15.150]It's not like any of us knew the routing
[02:17.388]But the given alternative isn't one we were allowing
[02:19.142]Here's where the room run a fever:
[02:21.162]Five in a den waiting on a flight number through a speaker
[02:23.149]And I never knew a number as a cleaver
[02:25.643]'Till an anchorwoman utter "Swiss Air 111 to Geneva"
[02:27.890]Holy ****ing shit
[02:29.654]What just happened? That doesn't happen
[02:31.896]We were just sitting here normal
[02:33.899]Now they got a motherless child with a father and a widower to phone call
[02:36.895]I remember that you rode your bike home
[02:38.902]N.Y. autumn like a fright-night fight song
[02:41.138]Four stayed up late with the lights on
[02:43.391]Combing over every last scale on a python
[02:45.646]You were in the hearts of the posse you were raised in
[02:47.643]Spoke of in the same breath as powerful and brave men
[02:49.900]Learned life had a death, live with his friends
[02:51.897]Five in the den with the TV on 10
[02:54.399][Chorus: Kimya Dawson & Aesop Rock]
[02:54.646]It happens...
[02:59.887](Ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten)
[03:02.389]It happens...
[03:06.893]It happens...
[03:08.396](Ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten)
[03:11.641]It happens...
[03:15.652]It happens...
[03:16.643](Ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten)
[03:21.904]It happens...