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Deep Beneath the City/Not There Yet (From "In Transit: Broadway's First A Cappella Musi...
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Chesney Snow
Chesney Snow
Künstler:in
The Original Broadway Cast of In Transit
The Original Broadway Cast of In Transit
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Kristen Anderson-Lopez
Kristen Anderson-Lopez
Komponist:in
James-Allen Ford
James-Allen Ford
Komponist:in
Russ Kaplan
Russ Kaplan
Komponist:in
Sara Wordsworth
Sara Wordsworth
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Deke Sharon
Deke Sharon
Produzent:in
Kristen Anderson-Lopez
Kristen Anderson-Lopez
Co-Produzent:in
James-Allen Ford
James-Allen Ford
Co-Produzent:in
Russ Kaplan
Russ Kaplan
Co-Produzent:in
Sara Wordsworth
Sara Wordsworth
Co-Produzent:in
Alejandro Venguer
Alejandro Venguer
Ingenieur:in
Ted Trembinski
Ted Trembinski
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Ed Boyer
Ed Boyer
Mischtechniker:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
Oooh, deep beneath the city
With a thousand other strangers
Packed like driven cattle
Speeding through a maze
Trying to lean you're lurching reading on a train in motion
All the old speaker tells us
To expect delays
[Verse 2]
Shit!
Sorry, excuse me, hold the door, wait!
I shoulda hailed a cab
Did I forget my phone?
That construction is new
Monthly pass, late for class
Kick my ass
Oh my god, I hope my unemployment claim goes through
Why did I wear these heels?
Gotta make my quota this week
Where in the hell's the train?
This aroma's unique
I'm so late, ten of eight
Hate the wait
Don't they know that I got places that I need to go but
[Verse 3]
I'm not there yet
I'm not there yet
Still five, nine, twelve, ten, forty-six minutes away
On the F, on the R, on the freakin' A, I have to get where I have to get
But I'm not there yet
[Verse 4]
Excuse me, a seat
Ouch! Is that lady pregnant or fat?
I think another route
Hey, don't eye me like that
What a sleaze, come on please
Pick my squeeze, holy crap
Why is this seat all wet where I just sat?
I wish I knew the time, where is this audition?
Did I just miss my stop?
Thanks, I don't want the flu
Need to go, got the pole
No control until yay, I'm going somewhere and you're in my way
[Verse 5]
'Cause I'm not there yet
I'm not there yet
Still three, five, nine, eight, thirteen minutes so far underground
On a track in a crowded car till I get where I have to get
But I'm not there yet
Not there yet
[Verse 6]
How long until
I can do what I dreamed I would do
For a living?
And how long till
I can love who I love and my world is forgiving?
[Verse 7]
I thought by now I'd be back on my feet
And I'd be where I need to be
Instead I'm packed with strangers riding the uptown three
Downtown B, crosstown B, local G
(Due to train traffic ahead, we are being momentarily held)
Fuck!
[Verse 8]
Got a deal with the fact that I'm not the one driving
Gotta tune out the world as a mean's to surviving
Not at home, not at play, not at work, not in bed
Not asleep, not awake, not alive and not dead
Not in place but still not moving ahead
[Verse 9]
Eight million souls busy rushing around
Blind to the beauty of the moment, deaf to the sound
Of the polyrhythmic melody, the multilayered harmony
The ever-changing symphony
Of life underground
But together we ride and together we wait
In a tiny metal room
As we zoom to our fate
As we stress on the express and we bitch and we moan
And in our natural proximity, together we're alone
Eight million souls rush to their destination
In this limbo life we live between stations
[Verse 10]
No, I'm not there, why am I not there yet?
Just two, one, four, six, seventeen minutes from here
But the track in the mud and my route's not clear
Will I get where I have to get?
I'm not there, not there, not there
I'm deep beneath the city with a thousand other strangers
Written by: James-Allen Ford, Kristen Anderson-Lopez, Russ Kaplan, Sara Wordsworth
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