Just pulled out of a train station we’re moving sideways

I’m sitting here with three other people in the carriage

Passing churches, passing stations, a bustling complex

I see a sequence 22 rivers out my window

Pushing you away from me

Pushing you away from me

The skyscrapers the cloud scratchers

Here comes a city

The sandwich maker the trolleycar pusher

Here comes a city

Pushing you away from me

Pushing you away from me

Etterzhausen, Frankfurt Central, here comes a city

And why do people who read Dostoevsky always look like Dostoevsky?

A crowded train, a silent night

The country’s black and the cities are bright

On this flight, through the night

On this flight, historic night

Here comes a city

Den perfekte rocksang findes nok ikke, men nogle sange kommer tæt på. Fx Go-Betweens “Here Comes The City” (fra Oceans Apart). En tekst, der er poetisk, og hvis poesi rammer pulsen i storbytemaet. Byens puls, kroppens puls. En melodi og et omkvæd, der fænger med ét og bliver hængende i øret længe efter (den har afløst Buddy Holly..). De ringlende guitarer, der er rockens umistelige varemærke. En stor sang.