17 January 2012

Joanie's Southern-Crossed Black Clouds

Day off, no alarm for me. Thinking about the upcoming events, thinking backwards, thinking all over the place. This song is from the way backwards....


Brings back memories.....I went through a Blue Phase....everything accessorial was blue.....blue lights, blue netting, blue, blue, blue.......back when the only way you could get music was via those things called vinyl albums and cassette tapes.  I adore this album, and this song especially, is one of my favorites. Not that it makes any sense at all, lyrically, but for some reason it just clicked with me. 

Then I started thinking about my daughter......and her penchant for fantasy....which is mostly why I wrote this.

Thinking of how her life is about to change, praying and hoping, for the better......this seems kind of fitting, sort of....



Got out of town on a boat goin' to Southern islands.
Sailing a reach before a followin' sea.

She was makin' for the trades on the outside,
And the downhill run to Papeete.

Off the wind on this heading lie the Marquesas.
We got eighty feet of'a waterline.
Nicely making way.

In a noisy bar in Avalon I tried to call you.
But on a midnight watch I realized
Why twice you ran away.

Think about how many times I have fallen
Spirits are using me larger voices callin'.
What heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten.

I have been around the world,
Lookin' for that woman/girl,
Who knows love can endure.
And you know it will. 

When you see the Southern Cross for the first time
You understand now why you came this way.
'Cause the truth you might be runnin' from is so small.
But it's as big as the promise - The promise of a comin' day.

So I'm sailing for tomorrow - My dreams are a dyin'.
And my love is an anchor tied to you - Tied with a silver chain.

I have my ship and all her flags are a flyin'
She is all that I have left - And music is her name.

Think about how many times I have fallen
Spirits are using me larger voices callin'.
What heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten.

I have been around the world,
lookin' for that woman/girl
Who knows love can endure.
And you know it will.
And you know it will.

So we cheated and we lied and we tested.
And we never failed to fail; it was the easiest thing to do.
You will survive being bested.
Somebody fine will come along make me forget about loving you
in the Southern Cross.

Sometimes you can't see the trees or the forest until you take a step back, say, by the ocean...... 

Some day it will all make sense to her. 


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