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  • Diamonds and Rust

     

    Diamond’s and Rust is said to be Joan Baez singing to her former lover Bob Dylan and fondly reminiscing about their 1960s affair.  While this is specific to her, it could very well be any relationship that has come to an end and for whatever reason turns up on your doorstep years later with a memory and a question.

     

     

    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

     

    Do you take the risk of meeting?  Will it be just a mildly uncomfortable get together with a stranger, or will the old sparks fly?  Do you feel something or nothing.  The number of songs written about lost loves is almost endless.

     

    Well how’s your new love, how’s your new love
    Well I hope he’s doin fine.
    I heard you told him, I heard you said “you’d love him til the end of time”
    Now that’s the same thing you told me it seems like just the other day
    Ain’t it funny how time slips away.

     

    Even now when I never hear your name
    and the world has changed so much since you been gone
    even now I still remember and the feeling’s still the same
    and this pain inside of me goes on and on
    even now

     

    What’s new?
    How did that romance come through?
    We haven’t met since then
    Gee, but it’s nice to see you again

     

    So what songs stir you to think of the one who got away or the one you left but still find wandering around your memory.  Do you have a story of one who turned up unexpectedly?  Is there one song that immediately takes you back to another place and time?  To this day, one song does that for me:

     

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Retired great grandmother living in Washington. Former radio Public Service Director and National Accounts Manager.

I’m a hair-dishevelled heilan’ coo,
Hamish McKay be ma name;
Welcome tae this dreichet glen
I’m cursed tae ca’ ma hame.
Depending on the mood I’m in
I’ll raise ma horns on high,
An’ if I like the look o’ ye
I’ll likely let ye by.
But should I dinnae like the look
O’ ye, then tak great care,
I’ll raise ma horns on high again,
Go on, get oot o’there!
So whether welcome yae or nae,
I’ll raise these horns sae mean,
Then ye shall ken ma meaning
By the twinkle o’ ma een.

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