Emmylou Harris

Gold

You looked so high and low for heaven,
I tried so hard to show the way.
But though I flew on wings of angels,
My feet were always made of clay.
I could come trailing clouds of glory,
But you saw nothing to behold.
No matter how bright I glittered, baby
I could never be gold.

Bobbies Gone

Beneath her clothes her heart is breaking
Spends her mornings making lines
Though her pain is real and aching
All she owns are borrowed lines

The mirror gives back no reflection
Of shadow she will not see
It understands she needs protection
Of what she swears she has to be

Travelling up to Mersey Side to see my fathers side of the family when I was a young lad was always a nice trip. We got to see lots of nice bits of north Wales, and lots of the Peak District. A good 5 hour round trip that we did a few times a year, so we would se it in different conditions, the same landscapes through different seasons. Every time the soundtrack to the trip would be with out a doubt, Mary Black or Emmylou Harris. As I got older I didn’t listen to her as much sadly, but was pleasantly reminded of her beautiful voice when I got Bright Eye’s ‘I’m Wide Awake Its Morning album where she sings backing on ‘Landlocked Blues’. All of a sudden these memories of epic car journeys came rushing back and I could enjoy listening to her through an older wiser ear. One of Emmylou Harris’ greatest qualities is being able to make a song her own. Her covers are always so fantastic personal that you find it hard to comprehend its not her own. She puts true belief into each performance.