“And it’s only a day away.
We could leave tonight,
you could sleep along the way,
dream in black and white.”
A Little History:
Metropolis is a song by Australian alternative rock band The Church. It was released as the lead single on their 1990 album, Gold Afternoon Fix, and the songwriting credits were given to all four members of the band.
Marty Willson-Piper, Peter Koppes, Richard Ploog, and Steve Kilbey were all credited with writing the song. The lead guitar produced a quickly falling then softly ascending melody, with slight commercial influence. A complicated web of guitar overdubs appears later in the song, and a soft, mandolin-sounding melody was added as an additional hook.
Metropolis peaked at number one on Billboard Modern Rock Tracks and # 11 on the Hot Mainstream Rock Tracks in 1990.
An acoustic version was included on the album El Momento Descuidado.
A Little Memory:
She played this song for me on a pink dual cassette player. It stood out from the rest of her deathrock décor, a relic from a “not that long past” childhood, though she had tried to cover over it with stickers of favorite bands. We were having one of those moments that no one ever saw, the two of us sitting cross-legged on the floor, playing each other songs and paging through embarrassingly “teenage” pin-up magazines. There was no neon shining, no glittery ball spinning over our heads, no humid bathroom stall with fogged over mirrors to line-up magic powder on, no one to impress, or be impressed by, just two girls with pale, make-up-less faces, laughing like our twenties had never came to steal our youth.
It was the first time I’d ever heard this song. I told her it reminded me of Ocean Blue, who I then played for her, trading introductions as the music closed another gap between us. Her hair smelled like Studio One hairspray, her hands like rose petals, and when she looked up at me I could see dreams in her gaze.
We discarded the magazines, tossing them under her bed and lay back on the floor, side-by-side, staring at the ceiling fan whirring in rhythmic circles. I felt my breathing slow slightly, unconsciously synching up with hers until our chests both rose and fell at the same time. We talked about cities we had never been to, travels we longed to take, and paths out there waiting to be followed. I asked her to come with me, and she looked over, her nose crinkling into a curious way and asked “to where?”
I said “to anywhere.”
Metropolis :: The Church