Crosswind by Margo Cilker
Tracklist
| 1. | Crosswind | 3:11 |
Lyrics
This house is a ghost town
Not a soul here but me
My love is out riding
My sister quarantined
Is there love left in the foundation
Or high in the eaves
Who knows what I’d find
A crosswind could set me right
Across the blue waters
My homeland awaits me
They’re raising their glasses
And cooking down the beans
The fishermen they haul in
All the fruit of the sea
Up to the salty air
A crosswind might blow me there
How could you remember
When no one’s asked you to
A birthday’s not a holiday
When we’ve got so much work to do
No sacred love could cover up all wrong we do
But give it a try
A crosswind could change my mind
Credits
Recorded at the OK Theater in Enterprise, OR by Bart Budwig
Forrest VanTuyl played bass and took the nice photo on Rattlesnake Grade.
This song came to me on a quiet, breezy day of shutdown. I was starting to miss the Basque Country- my home away from home- and I imagined the parallel of a Basque emigrant in the early twentieth century pining for the same place while roughing it on the American frontier.
In the last verse I wrote the line "When we've got so much work to do". Reading that a few months later, I feel more strongly that we do have so much work to do to learn to get along. To learn to listen. It's funny the way I sometimes write songs at myself.
In the words of my dear friend Judy: "Don't forget your shovel if you want to go to work."
With love and a shovel,
Margo
License
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I once google-searched the definition of "pine" and the example provided was this: "Some people pine for the return of the monarchy". I'd feel the same way, perhaps, had I been born in a different place, but I'm left to pine for other things like basque wine, moonlight and cowboys.