The Urge for Going

Only use songs in your books that truly play an important role in the work of art. Never use a song just because you like it. In this novel, Joni Mitchell herself becomes a sort of character because for a couple of my characters her music articulates all of the heartbreak and pining they have felt throughout their lives. Mitchell is an artist who has always incorporated motifs of travel, loneliness, and heartbreak into her work so it's only natural that she be a musician featured in a book that deals with the same themes.
Also it is important to point out that when listening to a song that is this perfectly written I am not only learning some emotional truth about the characters' lives but I am also being inspired by such perfect writing as Mitchell's. Every line is a wonder. Surround yourself with art--music, photographs, paintings, films, whatever--that inspires you with its beauty and complexity.
Note: Don't let the French at the beginning throw you; that only lasts the first few seconds of the film.
Urge for Going, by Joni Mitchell
I awoke today and found the frost perched on the townIt hovered in a frozen sky, then it gobbled summer downWhen the sun turns traitor coldAnd shivering trees are standing in a naked rowI get the urge for going but I never seem to go
I get the urge for goingWhen the meadow grass is turning brownSummertime is falling down and winter is closing in
I had me a man in summertimeHe had summer-colored skinAnd not another girl in townMy darling's heart could winBut when the leaves fell trembling downBully winds did rub their faces in the snowHe got the urge for going And I had to let him go
He got the urge for goingWhen the meadow grass was turning brownSummertime was falling down and winter was closing in
The warriors of winter they gave a cold triumphant shoutAnd all that stays is dying and all that lives is getting outSee the geese in chevron flight flapping and racing on before the snowThey've got the urge for going, they've got the wings to go
They get the urge for goingWhen the meadow grass is turning brownSummertime is falling down and winter is closing in
I'll ply the fire with kindling and pull the blankets to my chinAnd I'll lock the vagrant winter out and bolt my wandering inI'd like to call back summertime and have her stay jut another month or soShe's got the urge for going and I guess she'll have to go
And she get the urge for going when meadow grass is turning brownAll her empires are falling downWinter's closing in
Published on May 14, 2013 08:37
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