Rabbit Moon

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.

Rabbit Moon

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

 

 

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