Sharing Dar Williams

You stopped and pointed and you said, "That's a crocus,"
And I said, "What's a crocus?" and you said, "It's a flower,"
I tried to remember, but I said, "What's a flower?"
You said, "I still love you."
              — February

And where does magic come from? I think magic's in the learning,
'Cause now when Christians sit with Pagans only pumpkin pies are burning.
              — The Christians and the Pagans

Where's the pain, it's only rain,
It's only slowing down a work day,
Only singing happy birthday
To a crowd, very loud.
              — Playing to the Firmament

I have met the riot grrls who print their zines,
They write the word, they raise a thought.
They say who they are, they try what they're not.
              — The World's Not Falling Apart

She sits on her hair, and she's tall as my dad,
And she tie-dyed my shirt, and she pierced her own ear,
And it's peace, man, cool, yeah, the babysitter's here.
              — The Babysitter's Here

And it's embarrassed, but it's lusting after a SUNY student with mousy brown hair
Who is taking out the compost, making coffee in long underwear.
              — Southern California Wants to Be Western New York

Links to YouSendIt while they last, by way of hoping you'll by the albums. At her best, Williams writes on the quirky side of folk-singer-songwriter earnestness. Although I usually claim The Green World is my favorite album, there's more here from Mortal City. Bonus track by Roth d'Lux:

And like my coffee, love smells better than it tastes.
              — My Anniversary

eta: I forgot to include a shout out to lucy_anne, who introduced us to Dar with "The Christians and the Pagans" and "The Ballad of Mary Magdalene" on Christmas mix tapes.

---L.

Sharing Dar Williams

You stopped and pointed and you said, "That's a crocus,"
And I said, "What's a crocus?" and you said, "It's a flower,"
I tried to remember, but I said, "What's a flower?"
You said, "I still love you."
              — February

And where does magic come from? I think magic's in the learning,
'Cause now when Christians sit with Pagans only pumpkin pies are burning.
              — The Christians and the Pagans

Where's the pain, it's only rain,
It's only slowing down a work day,
Only singing happy birthday
To a crowd, very loud.
              — Playing to the Firmament

I have met the riot grrls who print their zines,
They write the word, they raise a thought.
They say who they are, they try what they're not.
              — The World's Not Falling Apart

She sits on her hair, and she's tall as my dad,
And she tie-dyed my shirt, and she pierced her own ear,
And it's peace, man, cool, yeah, the babysitter's here.
              — The Babysitter's Here

And it's embarrassed, but it's lusting after a SUNY student with mousy brown hair
Who is taking out the compost, making coffee in long underwear.
              — Southern California Wants to Be Western New York

Links to YouSendIt while they last, by way of hoping you'll by the albums. At her best, Williams writes on the quirky side of folk-singer-songwriter earnestness. Although I usually claim The Green World is my favorite album, there's more here from Mortal City. Bonus track by Roth d'Lux:

And like my coffee, love smells better than it tastes.
              — My Anniversary

eta: I forgot to include a shout out to lucy_anne, who introduced us to Dar with "The Christians and the Pagans" and "The Ballad of Mary Magdalene" on Christmas mix tapes.

---L.