Daniel Amos
Daniel Amos
Daniel Amos
Daniel Amos
Daniel Amos
Daniel Amos
Daniel Amos
Daniel Amos
Daniel Amos
Daniel Amos
Daniel Amos
Most of the lyrics to “I Will Return” are a close paraphrase of Czeslaw Milosz’s poem “And the City Stood in Its Brightness,”, though the song has vastly different themes from the poem’s.
Milosz, a Polish Catholic poet, is a particular favorite of lead singer Terry Scott Taylor, who references him...
[Verse 1]
And the city stood
In a glowing splendor
'Til her ashes were laid in an urn
Beneath a fast-food counter
[Chorus]
I will return
[Verse 2]
The descendants were born
And they danced their dances
Then the sound of their stumbling was great
Tilting the world on its axis
[Chorus]
I will return
[Bridge 1]
And the women gazed in their mirrors
Suitors brought them vials of perfume
(Quiet lives of desperation)
Then golden-haired locusts with the faces of angels
Sealed each of them up in a metal cocoon
[Verse 3]
And the life ran out
Just when it all seemed better
Here is a display in a granite museum
A shame on view forever
[Chorus]
I will return
I will return
[Bridge 2]
And the birdcage was eventually opened
A great flock of nuns flew away
(Meeting no one's expectations)
And the saints who had slept on a head of a pin
Came down from the sky at the end of all days
[Verse 1]
And the city stood
In a glowing splendor
'Til her ashes were laid in an urn
Beneath a fast food counter
[Chorus]
I will return
[Outro]
I will be coming like a thief in the night
I will be coming like a thief in the night
I will be coming like a thief in the night
I will be coming like a thief in the night
I will be coming like a thief in the night
I will be coming like a thief in the night
I will be coming like a thief in the night
I will be coming like a thief in the night
I Will Return was written by Terry Scott Taylor & Tim Chandler & Greg Flesch.
I Will Return was produced by Terry Scott Taylor & Daniel Amos.
Daniel Amos released I Will Return on Thu Jul 04 1991.
The liner notes to Kalhoun say of “I Will Return”:
Apocalyptic blues in the big city. The Mall All Over the World finally meets the wrecking ball. Christ returns. Metal cocoons sprout flying nuns. (the graves were opened?) Finis.
NOTE: No hallucinogens were taken during the writing of this song.