独乐乐——Joan Baez

JAMES & THE GANG
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

Can you find another star to dream on
The summer's coming to an end
Say goodbye to all your wandering friends
And lovers, casual confidants
Who shared your dreams
When you were sixteen

And you walked on the sands of glory
With James and the gang
You were one magnificent story
You and James and the gang

Pass the pipe and like the sun get higher
In pack of roving wolverines
Placing bets on every girl in teens and jeans
Who eyed you suspiciously
With your biblical hair
And your mystical stare

As you walked on the sands of glory
With James and the gang
You were one magnificent story
You and James and the gang

When all your illusions did lie in the palm of your hand
And your limits were only the sky and the rolling sand
And of every summer to come
This summer would be the one
You'd remember forever
In your dreams

Oh, twinkle, twinkle little star
Did you ever wonder who you are
And do you think that life is just a Belushi movie
And the heartbreak years that lie ahead
Be true to yourself and the Grateful Dead
And remember the summer when all was hip and groovy

And you walked on the sands of glory
With James and the gang
You were one magnificent story
You and James and the gang

Hush little baby, momma once was sixteen
On the back of a Harley Davidson
Boyfriend was a born again
He shouted from the word of Jesus while doing 105
Down the coast highway
Only half a day from where

You walked on the sands of glory
With James and the gang
You were one magnificent story
You and James and the gang

JOE HILL
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
alive as you and me.
Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead"
"I never died" said he,
"I never died" said he.

"The Copper Bosses killed you Joe,
they shot you Joe" says I.
"Takes more than guns to kill a man"
Says Joe "I didn't die"
Says Joe "I didn't die"

And standing there as big as life
and smiling with his eyes.
Says Joe "What they can never kill
went on to organize,
went on to organize"

From San Diego up to Maine,
in every mine and mill,
where working-men defend there rights,
it's there you find Joe Hill,
it's there you find Joe Hill!

I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
alive as you and me.
Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead"
"I never died" said he,
"I never died" said he.

JUAN DE LA CRUZ
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

Once again the workers rise with the lark
There's a mass going on in the people's park
Silent and determined they set to embark
On a three day fast and a five mile march
For a man's been shot on the picket line
Sixty years of strength was young for dying
His family is here with eyes of red
His wife steps down with feet of lead

And the sun shines down upon
The old man whose days are done
For a martyr has been taken
He is old Juan de la Cruz

And a century of women pray
At the casket before them laid
And the Virgin of Guadalupe
Watches over de la Cruz

As the heat poured down on the field below
The lead came a-flying from the vineyard row
De la Cruz and his wife never ducked or ran
Union folks since the fight began
People scattered out laying low to the ground
And slowly arose as the dust died down
Birds fluttered soft in his sweet wife's breast
As the bullets sank deep in the old man's chest

The tears fell as Cesar read
The eulogy for the dead
And the Bishop broke the people's bread
Over old Juan de la Cruz

In the pitch of night a deal was made
The deck's oldest card was played
And the devil watched someone get paid
For the death of de la Cruz

Thirty years ago in the same damn spot
The people who ordered the workers shot
Fought as the poor for the same damn right
Of their children to sleep well fed at night
Oh Children of Brotherhood how you've grown
But the seeds of hate were early sown
I see that your souls have long since flown
To the river of greed where angels moan

Midst flowered veils and weathered graves
And flags where the great black eagle waves
Nosotros Venceremos plays
For old Juan de la Cruz

There's work today that must be done
Pray for the man who held the gun
And with sightless eyes shot down the one
Called old Juan de la Cruz

The rest of our story now soft and clear
How half our daily bread appears
Picked through the summer by young and old
Whose earnings must last through the winter's cold
By children who have stood with their backs bent down
To scrape the roots from the grower's ground
And mothers who have wept the night away
For a child born dead on a rainy day

Well it's true that blessed are the poor
Through an iron mist - I can't be sure -
It looks like I see heaven's door
Swinging wide for de la Cruz

The nuns, the priests and the workers sing
Through a valley of blood their voices ring
Hallelujah, he is risen, and thank you, Lord
For old Juan de la Cruz

Hallelujah, he is risen, and thank you, Lord
For old Juan de la Cruz

KINGDOM OF CHILDHOOD
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

The ship that sails the seven seas
Has finally brought me to my knees
It's not much to my liking
The people standing on the rock
Are innocent and they know not
That the tide comes in
Death rides it like a Viking

The mountains rise above the mist
And the golden prince I've never kissed
He may die tonight
And why do I want to ride with
The prince whose alleged horse is white?
Because when we ride together
Our lives are cloaked forever

Happiness is temporary
Believe me, I know
It can arrive as a shining crystal
And leave as the melting snow
Come all you lads and lasses
The Kingdom of Childhood passes

Oh, but I am hardy in these years
Or I'd have sunk down with my tears
To the earth beneath my feet
I want to endure the slings and arrows
That Hamlet spoke about
But harrowed,
He was forced to a ragged defeat

There was a method to his madness
But overcome by pride and sadness
He did not endure
Surely his death was a grave mistake
How many deaths do we really calculate?
Isn't it true, Lord
Tragedies happen when you're bored?

Happiness is temporary
Believe me, I know
It can arrive as a shining crystal
And leave as the melting snow
Come all you lads and lasses
The Kingdom of Childhood passes

You archangels, you have some nerve
To watch all of this you are absurd
You even have a choice
Do you know all? I think you may
And what is there for you to say
But understand
Why God took back your voice

SIlence is golden, I believe
And you are worth your weight
In wreaths of purest gold
While we are here with debts and bets
And aircraft carriers and jets
I call out fruitlessly
Give me an archangel for company

Happiness is temporary
Believe me, I know
It can arrive as a shining crystal
And leave as the melting snow
Come all you lads and lasses
The Kingdom of Childhood passes

Me in the woods at the break of dawn
The candles of the night still on
The chimes ring from the hollow
I too am worth my weight in gold
But the fishmonger and I are old
When the mint runs out
Our real lives will follow

It was misfortune who woke you up
To pour you the dregs from her broken cup
Cast her aside
The sunrise will appear with the mockingbird
Who stays deep in the canyon and is heard
Glorious in his song
He cannot be wrong

Happiness is temporary
Believe me, I know
It can arrive as a shining crystal
And leave as the melting snow
Come all you lads and lasses
The Kingdom of Childhood passes
There's another one just beyond
Act quickly before it's gone

LADY DI AND I
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

Wake me with kisses in the afternoon
The butler knows any time you arrive is never too soon
He knows just where you are by the sound of your car
He'll be waiting there by the spiral stair

You could drive me crazy with your unkempt hair
You don't know what a comb is and frankly, I don't care
'Cause you're fast and you're wild and you make the butler smile
By bringing me flowers like meteor showers
Which reminds me of something that I've recently seen
It was a look in the eye of Lady Di

As she stood on the balcony knowing the last fantasy of the century was in her long white veil
Maybe she would rather have you than the Prince of Wales
And all the jewels and the crown and all the villages and towns that line the sea of the monarchy

And while I cut the roses, what about Lady Di?
She's a child of the 80's just like you and like I
Think of all of the things that she'll never do
See a rock and roll show, get a heart-shaped tattoo
Wear a t-shirt around in the middle of town
Take a Harley ride as the sun goes down

And think of all the music that I make with you
Let's take a walk on the wild side, baby, I'm in love with you
I will leave my Dior by the cabinet door
And I'll leave my bouquet on the breakfast tray
My parents are out, let's head north of the bay
Maybe go for a sail just like the Prince of Wales

Does he ever love her in the afternoon?
Was the kiss that she gave him in public just a little too soon?
And it's really a shame, she'll take half of the blame
For the boys in the Maze and their numbered days
Yes, there's a tear in the eye of Lady Di

As she looks from the balcony knowing the last fantasy of the century is probably a lie
My heart goes out to you, Princess, lovely Lady Di
For all that it seems, here I stand in my jeans
For whatever it means, it is I who am queen

LAST, LONELY AND WRETCHED
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

You're tired and you're poor,
you long to be free,
but in this Godforsaken land
you find no home, no family
on the many roads that you've wandered
since the day of your birth.
You've become one of the last,
lonely and wretched.

Your hair is matted,
your face and hands are dirty,
and the years that you've toiled
must number somewhere near thirty.
The deepening of a sadness
broke finally into madness.
You are truly one of the last,
lonely and wretched.

Your eyes are wild and frightening
at the same time they are blessed
and I wonder if God died,
turned his back or only just rested.
And you walked out on the seventh day
through the big gates and on your way
to become one of the last,
lonely and wretched.

For once you were a child.
Your cheeks were red,
you were well fed.
You laughed and played
till you got teary,
ran to your mother
when you were weary.

But somewhere you were forsaken
alone I'll not bear the blame
and somehow all was taken,
your mind, your body, your name.
Forgive us our unkindness,
our desertion and our blindness,
with you, all the last,
lonely and wretched.
Forgive us, all the last,
lonely and wretched.

LILY
(Written by Joan Baez, Sharon Rice, Wally Wilson & Kenny Greenberg)

Lily lived in a farmhouse at the edge of town
Long black braids like anchor chains
How they weighed her down
Dark eyes, pale skin
Mean dad, she was my second grade friend
My very best friend

She had four older brothers that I sometimes dreamed about
Mennonite children like wild indians
In a one room schoolhouse
At sixteen she ran away
Married, her first chance to escape

Oh Lily, why'd you have to cut your hair
Oh Lily, I loved us just the way we were
Princess of the field and daughter of the moon
Oh Lily

A lifetime later I passed through Buffalo and found her house
Same sweet Lily was looking through the eyes
Of the woman I was talking to now
She gave me a rose she made
Of silk and memories of a lost yesterday

Oh Lily, why'd you have to cut your hair
Oh Lily, I loved us just the way we were
Princess of the field and daughter of the moon
Oh Lily

Two silhouettes in the afternoon
Princess of the field and daughter of the moon

Oh Lily, why'd you have to cut your hair
Oh Lily, I loved us just the way we were
Princess of the field and daughter of the moon
Oh Lily

LOVE SONG TO A STRANGER
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

How long since I've spent a whole night in a twin bed with a stranger
His warm arms all around me?
How long since I've gazed into dark eyes that melted my soul down
To a place where it longs to be?
All of your history has little to do with your face
You're mainly a mystery with violins filling in space

You stood in the nude by the mirror and picked out a rose
From the bouquet in our hotel
And lay down beside me again and I watched the rose
On the pillow where it fell
I sank and I slept in a twilight with only one care
To know that when day broke and I woke that you'd still be there

The hours for once they passed slowly, unendingly by
Like a sweet breeze on a field
Your gentleness came down upon me and I guess I thanked you
When you caused me to yield
We spoke not a sentence and took not a footstep beyond
Our two days together which seemingly soon would be gone

Don't tell me of love everlasting and other sad dreams
I don't want to hear
Just tell me of passionate strangers who rescue each other
From a lifetime of cares
Because if love means forever, expecting nothing returned
Then I hope I'll be given another whole lifetime to learn

Because you gave to me oh so many things it makes me wonder
How they could belong to me
And I gave you only my dark eyes that melted your soul down
To a place where it longs to be

LOVE SONG TO A STRANGER, PART II
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

They brought me a beautiful basket of fruit
And two finger bowls of glass
The couch is gold with a floral design
And the wine is Germany's best
And the wine is Germany's best

My thoughts drift ino the frozen night
Frankfurt is covered with snow
And numbly they ride on an icy wind
To places they're longing to go
To places they're longing to go

I remember the tall dark Irish rose
Who held me in my limousine
And slept with me under a burgundy quilt
With sheets of silk in between
Well, anyway, that's how it seemed

I thought I wanted to marry him
His face was sculpted by God
His words were gentle and ever so true
And soft as the Irish fog
And lost in the Irish fog

I remember the boy from the monastery
Who wanted to be a monk
But he brought flowers and wine to my room
And we both got happily drunk
And we both got perfectly drunk

He laughed like the chimes of a silver bell
His eyes were alexandrite blue
He danced the t'ai chi with the grace of a deer
And I wanted to marry him too
Yes I wanted to marry him too

There was that son of a dog from the Tennessee hills
Kept telling me I was still young
He spoke in pure southern and smoothed out the lines
Round my eyes saying I was the one
Forever that I'd be the one

He drank and he cussed and he wrote his own songs
He was very much on the go
We followed each other for over a year
I couldn't have married him though
So we just lived in sin on the road

There was that black eyed beauty from Boston town
Two days were never too long
He stood by the mirror and picked out a rose
But I already wrote him a song
Yes, I already wrote him a song

So here I sit with my basket of fruit
And two finger bowls of glass
I finished my bottle of Germany's best
And concluded my thoughts on the past
That love is a pain in the ass

LUCIFER'S EYES
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

You are fair-haired, oh, your lips are red
You like softball, oh, and the Grateful Dead
Why am I attracted to
The body and the mind of you?

You mean trouble, oh, with your Lucifer's eyes
And make me daydream, oh, and fantasize
Running through a field of flames
Playing our forbidden game

Camouflaging all, you pass me in the hall
Leaving me standing naked with my feelings
Did you see me here, swallowing my tears?
Everything that was solid now is reeling

Ah, but I know you, oh, and you know me, too
You know the closet, oh, that I share with you
There are places we could go
No one would ever, ever know

Let's try real time, oh, come sit on my bed
We'll share our lifetimes, oh, and the Grateful Dead

LUBA, THE BARONESS
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

Luba, it was only the finest wine
Means or no means
Only the finest place to dine
Paris in the sixties
You had three sons
Handsome husband by your side
I flirted with everyone

Your husband, aging but vain
With the ladies was quite renowned
Author of books made famous
On his years in the French Underground
But you, Luba, the Baroness
It was really your blue blood
No one could touch you with kid gloves
And no one ever should

And the hands of little Julian
Will guide you well
Et le pere du petit Sebastian
Vous attend dans le ceil

The youngest son Jerome
Brighter than he could be
Preferred the darkened corners
And was even a little too young for me
Tall and shy and crafty
He was oh so scholarly then
Got married later on
Had a child by the name of Julian

The eldest Jean Francoise
What a mixture of sweetness and snobbery
Milkfed by his mother
On Russian aristocracy
With wits like sabre through silk
He was the wisest one
Married and remarried
Had a child by the name of Sebastian

And the hands of little Julian
Will guide you well
Et le pere du petit Sebastian
Vous attend dans le ceil

Ah my sweet Christophe
You were only seventeen
First family dinners with the gypsies
Finger chimes and tambourines
With candlelit eyes of experience
Oh how you laughed at me
As I became rapidly foolish
Under your gaze and on red burgundy

In sixty-nine your father died
I saw you in the years between
Handsome, impetuous son of the rich
Taking care of your mother, the queen
And you are married now as well
It was inevitable
Three day wedding in the south of France
To an angel named Annabelle

Recently I was in France
I called you on the phone
Caught racing back through memories
Luba was at home
Her voice sounded quite the same
As we touched on the amenities
Suddenly it fell and shattered
Like a thousand broken tiffanies

In November Jean Francoise died
We were all there by his side
Sorry, darling, that I cried
It's hard to keep these things inside
Where are you staying and how's your son?
No, we hardly told anyone
How long are you here, are you with someone?
Hold it, I'll put Christophe on the phone

Ah my sweet Christophe
Same damn voice
Hell of a way to become the eldest son
It's true you had no choice
And you and Annabelle
You must take care of her
Yes, I'll be over later on
And I'll bring my guitar

While going through things afterward
A letter she wrote and never sent
A single phrase stood out to you
These are the words and how it went...

And the hands of little Julian
Will guide you well
Et le pere du petit Sebastian
Nous attend dans le ceil

MARIE FLORE
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

Marie, Marie Flore was a small girl of ten
whom I met in the south end of France.
Stepping out of the crowd was the daughter
of someone with flowers for me, we were friends at a glance.
She spoke no English but sat by my side in the car
and pointed out places en route to the village of Arles.

Marie, Marie Flore came to table that night
as I dined in an ancient hotel.
The room was all fitted with things from the seventeenth century
and they suited her well.
She would eat nothing but sat in her chair like a queen
and laughed at my French but seemed always to know what I'd mean.

Marie, Marie Flore came to hear me that night
when I sang for the people of Arles.
She stood back in the shadows of a ruined arena,
her frame in my mind was never too far.
In the rush that did follow I found she was holding my hand
and ushering me through an evening the elders had planned.

Marie, Marie Flore, I will always remember
your eyes, your smile and your grace.
The gold that flowed with your laughter remains
to enlighten the image I have of your face.
For I have seen children with faces much wiser than time,
and you, my Marie, are most certainly one of this kind.

Marie, Marie Flore, all the odds say I see you again
by plan or by chance.
But if not you'll be there when I'm dreaming of rain over Paris
or sun on the south end of France.
Marie, Marie, Marie Flore.

MARRIOTT, U.S.A.
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

My name is Chaffey, I'm from Marriott, U.S.A.
I'm a high school graduate and I'm looking for a way
To chase my future down and lay it at my feet
So I can answer all the questions of my old friends on the street
I lie awake at night and I think about the years
The petty victories and all the hidden tears
And about the girl I love who had to set me free
She said she'd never marry anyone ambitionless as me

The Marriott Daily is delivered to my door
It brings the outside in and I've seen it all before
Though all my golden dreams and all my brazen schemes
May scatter like a rainbow on an open sea
Oh no, you won't find me staring down an M16
You took my brother from the Marriott High School all-star team
You took my brother from Marriott and from me

My dad's made window shades for twenty-seven years
He's had his share of laughter and an equal share of tears
And I still live in the second room of my parent's hall
My brother watches me from the stationary frame upon the wall
Mom tends the garden and occasionally perms her hair
She's not political, she sticks to her own affairs
But they voted the cowboy in and they think he's doing fine
He's created some very new and interesting, innovative lies

And the Marriott Daily is delivered to my door
It brings the outside in and I've seen it all before
Though all my golden dreams and all my brazen schemes
May scatter like a rainbow on the open sea
Oh no, you won't find me staring down an M16
You took my brother from the Marriott High School all-star team
You took my brother from Marriott and from me

We celebrated when they came home from Iran
We tied a bunch of yellow ribbons on the van
Drove into Marriott, went into church and prayed
But secretly I asked the Lord if this is how heroes are made
Speaking of heroes, a word about my dad
Son of mine, take your time 'cause now you're all we have
And if you refuse to go, I'll support you all the way
And that will surely be a first for the folks in Marriott, U.S.A.

And the Marriott Daily is delivered to my door
It brings the outside in and I've seen it all before
Though all my golden dreams and all my brazen schemes
May scatter like a rainbow on an open sea
Oh no, you won't find me staring down an M16
You took my brother from the Marriott High School all-star team
You took my brother from Marriott and from me

MICHAEL
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

In the time spent in the foggy dew
With the raven and the dove
Barefoot she walked the winter streets
In search of her own true love

For she was Mary Hamilton
And lover of John Riley
And the maid of constant sorrow
And the mother of the doomed Geordie

One day by the banks of the river
Midst tears and gossamer
Sweet Michael rowed his boat ashore
And came to rescue her

And fill thee up my loving cup
Fast and to the brim
How many fair and tender maids
Could love as she could then?

For was was likened to Pretty Boy Floyd
And also John Riley
And a rake and rambling railroad boy
And the Silkie of the Sule Skerry

And there in the arms of Michael
In their stolen hour
Loud rang the bells of Rhymney
From the ancient church bell tower

And there in the night with Michael
While he lay fast asleep
She put her head to the window pane
And in the fullness of love did weep

And fill thee up my loving cup
Fast and to the brim
How many fair and tender maids
Will love as she did then?

You've heard of the House of the Rising Sun
And what careless love can do
You've heard of the wildwood flower
That fades in the morning dew

And of the ship that circles three times round
And sinks beneath the sea
You've heard of Barbary Allen
And now you've heard of me

So fill thee up my loving cup
Fast and to the brim
How many fair and tender maids
Will ever love again?

MIRACLES
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

Miracles keep happening
The sun rose in the east today
I sat up and sighed for the millionth time
As the dawn was phasing a night away
The blues can last for just so long
And from the depth
There will arise another song
And I'll sit here in the sea and the sun
Waiting for that other song to come
That other song to come

You don't have to be black to sing the blues
From what I gather all you got to be is blue
Self-indulgence is universal
Adolescence was merely a rehearsal
Look around you and you will see
Everyone has a small franchise on misery
On misery

And I will sing you a song
Just as soon as I get my voice
When you're up, you're up
And when you're down
You really got no choice

No rain this winter
The manzanita reminded me
We've been living in a drought
And the ocean looks good to me
Haven't been in love for a year or so
Because I get fussy
And hard to live with as I grow
Ask the hungry manzanita
You cannot cross a cypress and a cedar
And a cedar

My moods are changing like the sea
There are a hundred things
That I'd like to be
Meanwhile I'll sit in the sun
Waiting for that other song to come
That other song to come

And I will sing it to you
Just as soon as I get my voice
When you're up, you're really up
And when you're down
You really got no choice

MOSCOW ON HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

Look at young Natasha fly
Got gold medals in her starry eyes
Di Di Di
She's a family jewel and a national prize
Tiny in her leotard, every day upon the double bars
Di Di Di
She's gonna be a superstar
In Moscow on Hollywood Boulevard
In Moscow on Hollywood Boulevard

Born with wings upon his feet
Number one in every major meet
Di Di Di
And he's racing toward a phantom heat
And maybe in Valodya's dreams, Disneyland and a pair of new west jeans
Di Di Di
And a sequined shirt of Norma Jean
In Moscow on Hollywood Boulevard
In Moscow on Hollywood Boulevard

Oh, how they dream
Oh, how they dream
Li Li Li Li Li Li

She was 5 and he was 6
They stole the family crucifix
From the icons
She was 6 and he was 7
And they had their own idea of heaven
To dream on
Now they're in the bloom of youth
And they were heading out to bring the gold
And the glory to the motherland
When all at once their names were banned
From Moscow on Hollywood Boulevard

First the eagle, then the bear
You both had an equal share of blame
Di Di Di
Blaspheming the sacred flame
Natash and Valodya might take the pieces of their broken wings
Di Di Di
And send them off with the icon
To Moscow on Hollywood Boulevard
When the flame will burn in Strawberry Fields forever and ever
Li Li Li Li Li Li

Oh, how they dream
Oh, how they dream
Li Li Li Li Li Li

MYTHS
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

A myth has just been shattered
Upon the four winds scattered
Back to some storybook
From whence it came
Vicarious hearts may ache
And try to mend the break
And seek for a righteous place
To put the blame

Neither of us knew
What the future would bring
We only know that now there is
Some room to talk and sing
The baby laughs a lot
And that's the most important thing
And as soon as we can handle
The hurt and pain
There may be more
Than just happy memories to gain

So to hell with all the troubles
And counting up the couples
Who travelled this same route
On their way down
Because if we keep on growing
There is no way of knowing
When we'll meet
As two new people we just found
We just found

NORTH
(Music by Joan Baez, Lyrics by Nina Duscheck)

Where icicles hung the blossoms swing,
but in my heart there is no spring.
You were my spring, my summer too,
it's always winter without you.

The flocks head north and the lilacs bloom,
at night they scent my moonlit room.
You were my spring, my summer too,
I'm going north to look for you.

Like a windblown bird my heart goes forth,
sent by the spring to the shining north.
You are my spring, my summer too,
and I won't rest till I find you.