Paul wrote:
>
> > After twenty-three years you'd think I could find
> > A way to let you know somehow
> > That I want to see your smiling face
> > Forty-five years from now.
> >
> > --Stan Rogers
> >
> >
>
> Brei - your signature reminds me of a post I saw a while
> back on the Folkdj list. A DJ wrote:
>
> >"I just remember Stan Rogers telling me once about
> >fantasizing about riding the rails and making love to
> >Joni Mitchell.... Eh, these Canadian wannabes....."
>
> to which the another replied:
>
> >"And he put that fantasy into a song, "So Blue," on his
> >"Turnaround" album."
>
> Do you know this track?
>
> PaulC (an English wannabe!)
So Blue
(On board the Ocean Limited near Montreal, March 1976.
With apologies to the L.A. Express, Tom Scott and Joni Mitchell)
I saw her cold in the morning light as we roared through the rain
Swaying softly to the ever-pounding steel
Drunk upon a night of train...the club car's gonna take her again
And I'm glad to just be on my own
The Ocean's gonna take me home, so hungry, so alone, and so blue.
Somewhere back behind the darkness lies The City on the Sea
Gone already with a sleep stuck in between
I left so much behind to grow. So much, too soon, but even so...
She sways along the aisle again
Crazy woman, dancing on a train, so hungry, so alone, and so blue.
Cranky people do their morning jerks and the coffee bar has only tea
And somewhere up ahead beyond the day, there's a lady keeping warm for
me
She's a mighty hand inside a silken glove
I've known it a while, and I can't get enough
I want to listen to Joni Mitchell on the radio
And make love....
A crazy lady on a daylight train is dancing for free
But everybody here just watches trees go by
She knows a bit of what this train can feel. Swaying spirit of the
moving steel
She reminds me of what I'm going to. And even with the thought of you
I'm still so hungry. So alone. And so blue.
Stan Rogers
(while typing this, it occurred to me that if Stan were still alive, he
would likely be among our numbers here, part of the family. ~~~)
brei
--
After twenty-three years you'd think I could find
A way to let you know somehow
That I want to see your smiling face
Forty-five years from now.
--Stan Rogers
