I’ve been messing around with writing songs for a while but I rarely get around to performing them, much less recording them. There are a whole lot of reasons for that, self-doubt being one particularly nasty daemon I contend with.
I was very lucky to get a little help from the Toronto Arts Council back in 2014 to record this demo of a song I call Rabbit Moon.
Daniel Janke produced it for me, plays organ, and sings backup vocals with me. I am the singer and play baritone ukulele.
Bram Gielen plays upright bass, Jimmey Griffin plays pedal steel guitar and Jean Martin both engineered and played percussion.
Daniel divides his time between Montreal and Whitehorse and we basically have taken a bit of time with the mix…
The less I say about the song the better perhaps, but let’s just say I felt I was at a crossroads in my life when I wrote it.
Your opinions welcome. Click song title for SoundCloud.
I don’t wish to impugn
the integrity of the moon
but she led me astray.
Glides through the branches
cool and romanceless
and lights the way.
She stepped off the path
with a curious laugh
and turned night to day.
Glides through the branches
cool and romanceless
and lights the way.
The light that catches the silver spoon
breathes a life to the gathering gloom.
And I feel for the son and I feel for that father,
and I feel for the mother and I feel for the daughter,
and their hopes on a limb.
Water slides slowly,
I don’t hardly know me,
I’ve lost my notes
in the ivory towers
of the symbols of power
and illustrious quotes.
Cut with sword,
sweep with the broom,
do what you can
to banish the gloom
as the light hits the room,
dance with the motes.
And I hung a heart upon the wall,
I melted ice so none would fall,
I sent my words out on a wave,
I counseled my poor soul to be brave,
I tended vines,
I gathered dust,
I wiped the blade to spare it rust.
I’m Solomon’s scion,
whatever the bygone,
I’ll spare the babe
& accept the decision
‘tho my soul may be riven
and my heart’s a slave.
While justice sleeps
they shatter the peace
of an autumn’s eve.
Take what is given
what’s cloven and driven
And take your leave.
And I feel for the son and I feel for that father,
and I feel for the mother and I feel for the daughter,
and their hopes on a limb.
I don’t wish to impugn
the integrity of the moon
but she led me astray.
Glides through the branches
cool and romanceless
and lights the way.
Brenna MacCrimmon 2010