Twenty years ago or so, at the Starry Night in Portland (now Roseland), while he was singing this song and clambering on a stack of speakers to reach some of us on the balcony.
I am a passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the city’s backsides
I see the stars come out of the skies
Yeah, the bright and hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonightI am a passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city’s ripped backside
And everything looks good tonightSing: la la la la la la la la,
la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la la lahGet into the car
We’ll be the passenger
We’ll ride through the city at night
We’ll see the city’s ripped backsides
We’ll see the bright and hollow sky
We’ll see the stars that shine so bright
The sky’s made for us tonightOh the passenger
How, how he rides
Oh the passenger
And he rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the stars come out tonight
He sees the city’s ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drives
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
So this just belongs to you and me
So let’s take a ride and see what’s mineSing: la la la la la la la la,
la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la la lahOh the passenger
And he rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window and sighs
He sees the things that he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city asleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
So let’s ride and ride and ride and rideSing: la la la la la la la la,
la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la la lahIggy Pop, “The Passenger”