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Stratford-On-Guy Lyrics

Artist: Liz Phair
Album: Exile In Guyville

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

It took an hour, maybe a day
But once I really listened the noise just fell away

And I was pretending that I was in a Galaxie 500 video
The stewardess came back and checked on my drink
In the last strings of sunlight, a Brigitte Bardot
As I had on my headphones
Along with those eyes that you get
When your circumstance is movie-size

It took an hour, maybe a day
But once I really listened the noise just fell away

It took an hour, maybe a day
But once I really listened the noise just fell away
But once I really listened the noise just fell away

Comments/Interpretations

by Claudia on 12/23/2009 4:46pm
No one writes like this. Wonderful lyrics.

by Harvey P. Gavagai on 1/31/2014 11:12am
Superb song. The strange melancholic mood which may hit you in a completely 'normal' situation has hardly ever been expressed more aptly and sweetly. Paul Simon should consider covering this one.