Friday, 20 December 2013

Friday Muse


Her lyrics. She shared her inner life with poetic integrity and honesty. Her songs are like short stories, taking us to the 1970's and into other peoples' parties, to broken love affairs with rock and rollers, to travelling the great expanse of Americas inland, to being in Paris during the Vietnam war, and always with self reference to the experience of being a woman in constant search of love.
That mix of vulnerability and soaring talent.
Her cheekbones and cornsilk hair.
She soundtracked emotional arcs and falls with such accuracy - through her personal revelations she spoke to all women.
She wore clothes with bohemian flair and panache - her influence is still being referenced today.
Painter, producer, multi-instrumentalist, singer and activist - Joni produced all her albums in the 1970's and painted most of the albumn covers - we love a well-rounded woman as icon!


I'm traveling in some vehicle

I'm sitting in some cafe
A defector from the petty wars
That shell shocked love away

There's comfort in melancholy
When there's no need to explain
It's just as natural as the weather
In this moody sky today

In our possessive coupling
So much could not be expressed
So now I'm returning to myself
These things that you and I suppressed

I see something of myself in everyone
Just at this moment of the world
As snow gathers like bolts of lace
Waltzing on a ballroom girl

You know it never has been easy
Whether you do or you do not resign
Whether you travel the breadth of extremities
Or stick to some straighter line

Now here's a man and a woman sitting on a rock
They're either going to thaw out or freeze
Listen...strains of Benny Goodman
Coming through' the snow and the pinewood trees

I'm porous with travel fever
But you know I'm so glad to be on my own
Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger
Can set up trembling in my bones

I know, no one's going to show me everything
We all come and go unknown
Each so deep and superficial
Between the forceps and the stone

Well I looked at the granite markers
Those tribute to finality, to eternity
And then I looked at myself here
Chicken scratching for my immortality

In the church they light the candles
And the wax rolls down like tears
There's the hope and the hopelessness
I've witnessed thirty years

We're only particles of change I know, I know
Orbiting around the sun
But how can I have that point of view
When I'm always bound and tied to someone

White flags of winter chimneys
Waving truce against the moon
In the mirrors of a modern bank
From the window of a hotel room

I'm traveling in some vehicle
I'm sitting in some cafe
A defector from the petty wars
Until love sucks me back that way
Hejira by Joni Mitchell

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