And you said you would find me even in death

Πηγή

Η Τori Amos θα κυκλοφορήσει το δωδέκατο album της τον ερχόμενο Σεπτέμβριο μέσω της Deutsche Grammophon, της σημαντικότερης ίσως εταιρίας κλασσικής μουσικής. Όπως εξηγεί η Τori Amos, πρόκειται για ένα κύκλο τραγουδιών του εικοστού πρώτου αιώνα που εμπνέονται από κλασσικά μουσικά θέματα των προηγούμενων 400 ετών. 

Μέχρι τότε θα ήθελα να επιστρέψω στο 2002 και το album Scarlet's Walk, καθώς σε αυτό περιλαμβάνεται ένα από τα σπουδαιότερα τραγούδια της. Το I can't see New York είναι ιδιαίτερα υποβλητικό και αναπόφευκτα στοιχειωμένο από την αναφορά του στην 11η Σεπτεμβρίου – ταυτόχρονα είναι ένα λιτό και ανθρωποκεντρικό κομμάτι, που η αισθητική και συναισθηματική του δύναμη παραμένει αναλλοίωτη, όσες φορές και αν το έχω ακούσει...

From here
No lines are drawn
From here
No lands are owned
Thirteen thousand and holding
Swallowed in the purring of her engines
Tracking the beacon here
Is there a signal there
On the other side
On the other side
What do you mean, side of what things

And you said
And you did
And you said you would find me here

And you said that you would find me even in death
And you said
And you said you'd find me

But I can't see New York
As I'm circling down

Through white cloud, I’m falling out and

I know his lips are warm

But I can't seem to find my way out
My way out
I can't see New York
As I'm circling down

Through white cloud, falling out and

I know his lips are warm
But I can't seem to find my way out
My way out of this hunting ground

From here
Crystal meth in metres of millions
In the end
All we have soul blueprint
Did we get lost in it
Do we conduct a search for this
From the other side
From the other side
What do they mean, side of what things

And you said
And you did
And you said you would find me here

And you said that you would find me even in death
And you said
And you said you'd find me

But I can't see New York
As I'm circling down
Through white cloud, I’m falling out and

I know his lips are warm
But I can't seem to find my way out
My way out
I can't see New York
As I'm circling down
Through white cloud, I’m falling out and
I know your lips are warm
But I can't seem to find my way out
My way out of your hunting ground

You again
It's you again
I can't see, I can't see New York

I can't see, I can't see New York
From the other side

I hum from the other side