“Diamonds and Rust”

creative musings [dragon]
“Diamonds and Rust”

Sung by Joan Baez

Post Created by Jennifer Kiley

Post Saturday 21st June 2014


When I was a kid I had such a crush on Joan Baez.

A few days before Woodstock, I was able to see her in a LIVE CONCERT at Madison Square Garden in NYC. I stood so close to her while taking her photograph I could almost reach out and touch her. It was a very intimate setting. My seats were fourth row folding chairs right up to the Circle in the Round type stage.

I was planning on seeing her in Woodstock a few days later.

The experience of driving to the Woodstock Rock Festival in the rain and running into a four lane parking lot on a two way road about a 1/2 mile from the field sinking into mud was insane and mystical.

As we walked to Yasgur’s Farm, the air was filled with the deliciously sweet smell of marijuana. Water cost a $ dollar a glass. It was an experience to remember. No one knew Woodstock would be so creatively insane.

Never did get to see Joan Baez perform there.

I was with my younger brother who began flipping out. In order to take care of him I needed to leave.

I was touched by Woodstock and never went back to who I was before that moment. It was the beginning of my transformation. A new life started that wonderfully crazy and bizarre weekend. It was the beginning of the total downfall of authority inside my head.

A Great Start and I also had the influences of Joan Baez to guide me.  ♥  Jennifer Kiley

Joan Baez – Diamonds and Rust – LIVE 1975

Words and Music by Joan Baez

Well I’ll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that’s not unusual
It’s just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I’d known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall

As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin’s eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust

Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed

Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you’re smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there

Now you’re telling me
You’re not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It’s all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you’re offering me diamonds and rust
I’ve already paid

© 1975 Chandos Music (ASCAP)

moonlight and sleleton trees (alter)

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