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Ian Fisher - Invisible Cities [Official Video]

Support artist and buy this song or the album NERO at www.snowstar.nl! Video by Anna Kohlweis (www.annakohlweis.com) with archive footage from the Wathen Collection in the Prelinger Archive.  Hear more from Ian Fisher at www.ianfishersongs.com. LYRICS: I got cities alive in my head Stretched out on unmade beds Growing away from me like the things I’ve read But forgot then discovered again Chorus: How the keys change But the names stay And with this way I feel now I can no longer say If I was better off yesterday I’ve got seven names on a list Counting um down so I don’t forget What I do and don’t regret And the sources to songs I’ve written Chorus I’ve grown used to not being here Living in cities between my ears Growing away from a god I feared Losing myself becoming a man Outro Chorus: How the names change Of the games I play And with this way I feel now I can no longer say If I was better of yesterday With this way I feel now I can no longer say If I was better of yesterday With this way I feel now I can no longer say If I was better Off If I was better Off If I was better Off ABOUT THIS SONG & VIDEO: Anna Kohlweis is an old friend of mine and the main source of inspiration for the song 'Invisible Cities'.  After talking about our perceptions of cities and how we construct them in our minds, she gave me the book 'Invisible Cities' by Italo Calvino with the sentence, 'To my friend Ian who has cities in his head.' written on the inside cover.  Somehow the book articulated some abstract ideas I had about the fluidity of the concept of the self.  How you can walk into a square and see the people around you playing roles that you could have played before, could be perceived as playing now, or may play in the future.  It’s quite a humanizing idea actually and I think it can work on a historical level as well.  That’s why I find Anna’s use of archive footage so fitting for this video.  In the footage, originally titled 'Vagabonds Abroad', you see two brothers from the USA traveling through Europe.  They go to Gibraltar, Sicily, Rome, Nice, Geneva, Cologne, Belgium, Bruges, Paris, London, Oxford, Innsbruck, Vienna, Budapest, Munich, and Berlin.  The fact that the footage is from roughly four years before the outbreak of WWII casts a very fateful shadow over everything.  Seeing those people unaware of the death and destruction that waited before them.  Seeing some of those cities that would soon be bombed to the ground.  Seeing myself in all of it somehow.  Just like those strangers in Calvino’s square who I could have been or may be, I see myself in the people in this video.  I don’t mean that in any esoteric or past-life sense, but in the sense that we are all humans riding similar waves through time... placid, rising, crashing on the shore, then receding.  But enough of my nostalgic rambling.  You should just watch the video and read the book. Italo Calvino: "...[he] could explain or imagine explaining or be imagined explaining or succeed finally in explaining to himself that what he sought was always something lying ahead, and even if it was a matter of the past it was a past that changed gradually as he advanced on his journey, because the traveler's past changes according to the route he has followed: not the immediate past, that is, to which each day that goes by adds a day, but the more remote past.  Arriving at each new city, the traveler finds again a past of his that he did not know he had: the foreignness of what you no longer are or no longer possess lies in wait for you in foreign, unpossessed places." "[He] enters a city; he sees someone in a square living a life or an instant that could be his; he could now be in that man's place, if he had stopped in time, long ago; or if, long ago, at a crossroads, instead of taking one road he had taken the opposite one, and after long wandering he had come to be in the place of that man in that square.  By now, from that real or hypothetical past of his, he is excluded; he cannot stop; he must go on to another city, where another of his pasts awaits him, or something perhaps that had been a possible future of his and is now someone else's present.  Futures not achieved are only branches of the past: dead branches." “... Elsewhere is a negative mirror.  The traveler recognizes the little that is his, discovering the much he has not had and will never have."