From: owner-joni-digest@smoe.org (JMDL Digest) To: joni-digest@smoe.org Subject: JMDL Digest V2014 #170 Reply-To: joni@smoe.org Sender: owner-joni-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-joni-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk Unsubscribe:mailto:joni-digest-request@smoe.org?body=unsubscribe Website:http://jonimitchell.com JMDL Digest Tuesday, February 4 2014 Volume 2014 : Number 170 ========== TOPICS and authors in this Digest: -------- Re: Funeral songs ["Mark" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 4 Feb 2014 18:13:00 -0800 From: "Mark" Subject: Re: Funeral songs I think you might be on to something with that one, CC. Challenging the dark with light. We've had similar threads and it always stumps me somewhat. Parts of Joni's songs seem appropriate. The 'we are stardust (billion year old carbon), we are golden (caught in the Devil's bargain) and we've go to get ourselves back to the garden' chorus of 'Woodstock' is great but the rest of it about the rock festival....unless the deceased was there or had a great interest in it seems a bit of a stretch. The 2000 version of 'Both Sides Now' is a nice choice I think. A mature and beautiful summing up of a life with all its questions still unanswered. And 'Love' is appropriate to almost any occasion of this type. I would like to leave this life believing that 'Love's the greatest beauty'. Mark in Seattle - -----Original Message----- From: c Karma Sent: Tuesday, February 04, 2014 11:21 AM To: joni@smoe.org Subject: re: Funeral songs My choice: I Think I Understand Daylight falls upon the pathThe forest falls behindToday I am not prey to dark uncertaintyThe shadow trembles in its wrathI've robbed its blackness blindAnd tasted sunlight as my fear came clear to meI think I understandFear is like a wilderlandStepping stones or sinking sandNow the way leads to the hillsAbove the steeple's chimeBelow me sleepy rooftops round the harbor It's there I'll take my thirsty fill Of friendship over wineForgetting fear but never disregarding her Oh, I think I understandFear is like a wilderlandStepping stones or sinking sandSometimes voices in the night Will call me back againBack along the pathway of a troubled mindWhen forests rise to block the light That keeps a traveler saneI'll challenge them with flashes from a brighter timeOh, I think I understandFear is like a wilderlandStepping stones and sinking sand CC ------------------------------ End of JMDL Digest V2014 #170 ***************************** ------- To post messages to the list,sendtojoni@smoe.org. Unsubscribe by clicking here: mailto:joni-digest-request@smoe.org?body=unsubscribe -------