Artist | Liz Phair |
Song | Stratford-On-Guy |
Director | Liz Phair |
Intro | No |
Outro | No |
Sound Mix | Stereo |
Technical Specifications | colour - format unknown |
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 landscape roll out like credits on a screen The earth looked like it was lit from within Like a poorly assembled electrical ball As we moved out of the farmlands 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 ... |