Stratford-On-Guy [Girlysound version]
Liz Phair
I was flying into Chicago at night,
Watching the lake turn the sky into blue-green smoke.
The sun was setting to the left of the plane
And the cabin was filled with an unearthly glow.
In 27-D I was behind the wing
Watching the landscape roll out like credits on a screen.
I said look, look to your left, passengers.
Passengers, look, look to your right.
You can pretend that you're here from outer space
And this, this is your very first sight.
The Earth looked like it was lit from within
Like a big man-made electrical ball
And out of the farmlands and into the grid
The plan of a city was all that you saw.
And all of these people sitting totally still
As the ground raced beneath them thirty thousand feet down.
I said look, look to your left, passengers.
Passengers, look, look to your right.
You can pretend that you're here from the fifth century
And this, this is your very first flight.
And I was pretending that I was in a Galaxie 500 video
The stewardess came back and checked on my drink
And I swear that she looked just like Brigitte Bardot.
As I had on my Walkman and I had on those eyes
That you get when your circumstance is movie-size.
I said look, look to your left, passengers.
Passengers, look, look to your right.
You can pretend the plane's going to crash in five minutes
And this, this is your very last sight.
You better look, look to your left, passengers.
You better look, look to your right.
'Cause I'm going to take this plane out in less than five minutes
And this, this is your very last sight.