> It seems to me that discussion of the events of 9/11 has many tendrils, and > I don't think anyone on this earth has all the answers, or even half the > answers yet, including Joni. I'm sure with more time and reflection, Joni > will have more to say about it. > > Kakki
I've thought alot lately about the song I wrote "Parsonage Lane" and its relation to 9/11 and its been somewhat haunting and mystifying. My flight recently to and from New York was fairly uneventful and for the most part, pretty unmemorable, but the flight I took back from Boston last September was so beautiful, the clouds were unusually brilliant, and it will always be stuck in my mind as one of the richest moments I have ever experienced. I literally finished writing this song on September 10 and posted it that night. It occurred to me recently that it was probably the last song ever written about flying before the events of the next day. It has a complete innocence to it, in such stark contrast to the wanton terror and destruction that ensued. I don't think it could have been written afterwards. Maybe there was some greater power at work. Anyway, here are the lyrics again. Maybe it will be somewhat fitting to play at jonifest 2002 as we won't actually be in Topsfield this year. Parsonage Lane ) 2001 Victor Johnson e b f# e g# b capo 2 Flying out of Boston, Lifting off the ground. On a highway paved with clouds, Where do they go? Wind around tall white castles, Valleys long and vast. They seem to go on forever, Today. I'll stay here awhile, I've come home again. Friends and laughter, Down Parsonage Lane. Turn around and linger, September is here. The moonlight on the island, The sound of your guitar. Cascading in rivers, Voices I know. Reach me so gently, Open my heart. I'll stay here awhile, I've come home again. Friends and laughter, Down Parsonage Lane. 4 am on Plum Island, Singing to the dawn. We walk towards the water, Through the heavy sand. But I know that I must soon go, Wander among the clouds. Where the roads go on forever, They always take me home. I'll stay here awhile, I've come home again. Friends and laughter, Down Parsonage Lane --- Victor Johnson --- [EMAIL PROTECTED] "Roses wait for the springtime, They sleep beneath the ground. They hear March winds a callin' For the sun to come around."vlj Visit http://www.cdbaby.com/victorjohnson
