Sunday, July 1, 2007

The Big City

sufjan stevens 2

sufjan stevens 2

[via FoxyTunes / Sufjan Stevens]





The scene is this...Our hero, as a young man, is moving from the hills of Kentucky to the big city of Chicago. This song starts when they are on the interstate (I 90?) when the hero starts to see the city. The song begins in the south suburbs as he slowly moves (due to traffic..which is new to him) towards the city. The songs end culminates with our hero's arrival at his new "Big City' apartment. This is song two in a series of "Songs that will be in my movie(s)" posts.








Song: No Man's Land
Artist: Sufjan Stevens


Up in the highest of heights
O'Hara blinks and fights
This land is yours; this land is mine.
I see the Captain in red,
and Cairo at his head.
This land is yours; this land is mine.

The lightning over the park,
the waters--brash and dark
We take a swim; we take a swim.
I never meant to escape
the carpet and the trade
This land is yours; this land is mine.

And when I make up my mind
I change it all the time
I take it back; I take it back.
The numbers over the dam,
Jo Davies and the band,
I count them out; I count them out.

There was a car in the bay
by the boat that swept and swayed
Whoever you are in the light
in the water that we made
I'm counting it out
I'm counting it out
I'm working it out inside
I'm counting it out
to the floor

The ferry hatches Moline
Panola Beauty Queen
She takes a bow; she takes a bow.
In Charles, we climb the hill
and Danville window sill
I take it back; I take it back.
My sister she counts the bars,
the Macon county cars,
She takes a bow; she takes a bow.

The Mississippi amends
the Carver and the bends
This land is yours; this land is mine.
My brother punches my ear.
The injured ivory deer
I call my dad; I call my dad.
We skip inside of the store
the Mason winter door
This land is yours; this land is mine.

There was a car in the bay
by the boat that swept and swayed
Whoever you are in the light
in the water that we made
I'm holding your hand by the shore
With our collars pulled up tight
I'm counting it out
I'm counting it out
I'm working it out inside
I'm counting it out

(This land is not your land
For the right hand takes what it can,
ransacks with the mad man.
For this land is not yours or mine to have.
This land was made for the good of itself.)

1 comment:

Robbo said...

Surfjan is the shifzy. Songatorium always has the good stuff.