Mac
This is an homage to one of the great artists and icons of my generation. Lyrically and musically I tried to add images and styles reflective of her work. I’m not sure if she would appreciate this song or not so if you get a chance to play it for her, let me know what she thinks.
Brad
Apart from being just a stunning and beautiful tribute to a musical treasure, this song has one of my favorite moments of the project. It’s a little sequence of orchestration and counter melody that happens on the second and third choruses
The summer lawns are silent now
a black crow circles overhead
In a cabin in north Ontario an old women goes to bed
She dreams she’s on a river
floating to the coast
A dulcimer plays softly
as the shadow of a ghost
She’s Joni from the Canyon
With a voice so gold and blue
The songs so sad and beautiful
And most of them are true
She takes a taxi to the cafe
it’s almost Christmas Eve
She plays the Penny Farthing and she’s the last to leave
There’s notes and napkins filled with words
inside her guitar case
Somewhere dreams have died and devils dance
Behind an angel face
She’s Joni from the Canyon
With a voice so gold and blue
The songs so sad and beautiful
And most of them are true
The boys who once came courting
are gone or moved away
They promised love eternal so where are they today?
Today the pain just like a train
comes clickin down the track
Sometimes it disappears from view
but it always circles back
Will you paint another picture?
Will you write another song?
Will you fall asleep to echoes of the crowd singing along?
Singin to Joni from the Canyon
With a voice so gold and blue
The songs so sad and beautiful
but none as sad or beautiful
As you