This song is a premonition of the September 11th, 2001 terror attacks. Ok, not really, I know the song was penned many years prior. But the potential interpretation is rather eerie. Imagine the music video:
Our instruments have no way of measuring this feeling
Show radar dish spinning, cut to the green circular screen
Then cut to a few quick emotional scenes (Bush on rubble with megaphone, families crying)
Can never cut below the floor, or penetrate the ceiling.
*Show firemen with axes and hatchets trying to break their way through a flaming building
In the space between our houses, some bones have been discovered,
*Show twin towers, cut to rubble and ashes
But our procession lurches on, as if we had recovered.
*Show a 4th of July parade
Draconian winter unforetold.
*Show the 9/11 smoke plume photo in the shape of the face of the devil
One solar day, suddenly you're old.
Show the sunny skyline over NYC
Cut to a 9/11 funeral
Your little envelope just makes me cold,
*Show somebody handing a condolences card at the funeral
Makes destination start to unfold.
*Show an airport departures screen, focus on the word destination, show 9/11 city codes
Our documents are useless, or forged beyond believing.
Page forty-seven is unsigned, I need it by this evening.
*Show a hand showing a Saudi Arabian passport to an airport gate agent
In the space between our cities, a storm is slowly forming.
*Show paper map with pushpins on NYC and Washington DC, zoom in to 3rd pin in middle on Shanksville, PA
Something eating up our days, I feel it every morning.
*Show a woman waking up in king bed, alone, hits alarm clock, knocks over picture of deceased husband
Destination, destination.
*Again Show an airport departures screen, focus on the word destination, show 9/11 city codes
It's not a religion, it's just a technique.
*Show a protestor sign aoubt terrorism and Islam
It's just a way of making you speak.
*Show a sign about "man-caused disasters"
Distance and speed have left us too weak,
*Show radar screen again zoom on numbers showing distance and speed
And destination looks kind of bleak.
*Show plane hitting twin towers
Our elements are burned out,
*Show hot coffee pot on burner in airplane galley
our beasts have been mistreated.
*Show dogs and cats in travel crates going up the conveyer into an airplane cargo hold
I tell you it's the only way we'll get this road completed.
Show senate approving patriot act
In the space between our bodies, the air has grown small fingers.
Just one caress, you're powerless, like all those clapped-out swingers.
Show TSA groping somebody in airport
Destination, destination.
*Show twin towers, pentagon, Pennsylvania field
This song is a premonition of the September 11th, 2001 terror attacks. Ok, not really, I know the song was penned many years prior. But the potential interpretation is rather eerie. Imagine the music video:
Our instruments have no way of measuring this feeling Show radar dish spinning, cut to the green circular screen Then cut to a few quick emotional scenes (Bush on rubble with megaphone, families crying)
Can never cut below the floor, or penetrate the ceiling. *Show firemen with axes and hatchets trying to break their way through a flaming building
In the space between our houses, some bones have been discovered, *Show twin towers, cut to rubble and ashes
But our procession lurches on, as if we had recovered. *Show a 4th of July parade
Draconian winter unforetold. *Show the 9/11 smoke plume photo in the shape of the face of the devil
One solar day, suddenly you're old. Show the sunny skyline over NYC Cut to a 9/11 funeral
Your little envelope just makes me cold, *Show somebody handing a condolences card at the funeral
Makes destination start to unfold. *Show an airport departures screen, focus on the word destination, show 9/11 city codes
Our documents are useless, or forged beyond believing. Page forty-seven is unsigned, I need it by this evening. *Show a hand showing a Saudi Arabian passport to an airport gate agent
In the space between our cities, a storm is slowly forming. *Show paper map with pushpins on NYC and Washington DC, zoom in to 3rd pin in middle on Shanksville, PA
Something eating up our days, I feel it every morning. *Show a woman waking up in king bed, alone, hits alarm clock, knocks over picture of deceased husband
Destination, destination. *Again Show an airport departures screen, focus on the word destination, show 9/11 city codes
It's not a religion, it's just a technique. *Show a protestor sign aoubt terrorism and Islam
It's just a way of making you speak. *Show a sign about "man-caused disasters"
Distance and speed have left us too weak, *Show radar screen again zoom on numbers showing distance and speed
And destination looks kind of bleak. *Show plane hitting twin towers
Our elements are burned out, *Show hot coffee pot on burner in airplane galley
our beasts have been mistreated. *Show dogs and cats in travel crates going up the conveyer into an airplane cargo hold
I tell you it's the only way we'll get this road completed.
In the space between our bodies, the air has grown small fingers. Just one caress, you're powerless, like all those clapped-out swingers.
Destination, destination. *Show twin towers, pentagon, Pennsylvania field