Weirdelves wrote:I'm really confused now. Some aspects of the song suggest she's moved away 'since i left my home', 'if you come and see me', 'fully abandoning any thought of home'
others suggest, as you say, she's returned to her home and it doesn't fit 'i must stay here', 'it has half ruined me to be hanging around / here among the daphne' ...
ugh i feel really lost on this one. is she just conflicted? are there two lovers? grghasigurhsflk
The album’s emotional centerpiece is “In California,” a slow-boiling ballad sung in the voice of woman torn between longing for her far-flung lover and the siren call of her homeland. “If you want to know how Joanna feels about Nevada City,” Ryan Francesconi told me, “just read the lyrics to ‘In California’ very closely. It’s all in there — her relationship to her land, and her relationship of being in this place while people she loves are far away.”
Earlier, Newsom told me: “I was the only person in my group of friends growing up who didn't feel a huge urge to leave. I didn’t want to leave — I wanted to go to college nearby so I could come home every weekend. I’m not really a traveler, by nature. It’s ironic to me that my career path forces me to travel so much. I never had that itch, that feeling, like, ‘There must be something more out there!’
“I really would have preferred,” she said, “if everything I need to do in this life would just come to my front door.”
Weirdelves wrote:I'm really confused now. Some aspects of the song suggest she's moved away 'since i left my home', 'if you come and see me', 'fully abandoning any thought of home'
others suggest, as you say, she's returned to her home and it doesn't fit 'i must stay here', 'it has half ruined me to be hanging around / here among the daphne' ...
ugh i feel really lost on this one. is she just conflicted? are there two lovers? grghasigurhsflk
My heart became a drunken runt
on the day I sunk in this shunt,
to tap me clean
of all the wonder
and the sorrow I have seen,
since I left my home.
...
When I came into my land, ...
Some nights
I just never go to sleep at all,
and I stand,
shaking in my doorway like a sentinel,
all alone,
bracing like the bow upon a ship,
and fully abandoning
any thought of anywhere
but home,
my home.
But there is another,
who is a little older.
When I broke my bone,
he carried me up from the riverside.
To spend my life
in spitting-distance
of the love that I have known,
I must stay here, in an endless eventide.
And if you come and see me,
you will upset the order.
You cannot come and see me,
for I set myself apart.
But when you come and see me,
in California,
you cross the border of my heart.
I must stay here, in an endless eventide.
... As evening is supposed to lead to night, one's adolescence at home is supposed to lead to growing up and leaving home
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