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Joan Baez – Diamonds and Rust

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Joan Baez. Her voice, a crystalline soprano, has been the soundtrack to social change, a beacon of hope, and a vessel for some of the most beautiful and moving folk songs ever written. But beyond her role as an activist and interpreter of traditional music, Baez is also a gifted songwriter, capable of crafting deeply personal and emotionally resonant songs that speak to the universal human experience. And in 1975, she gifted the world with one such masterpiece: “Diamonds and Rust.”   

“Diamonds and Rust” is more than just a song; it’s a confessional, a deeply intimate glimpse into the heart of a woman reflecting on a past love. It’s a song that aches with both the beauty of memory and the sting of lost love. The lyrics, poetic and evocative, paint a vivid picture of a relationship that has ended, but whose echoes still linger. Baez doesn’t shy away from the pain, but she also celebrates the moments of joy and connection that defined the relationship. It’s a nuanced portrayal of love, loss, and the complex emotions that come with them.   

The melody, simple yet elegant, perfectly complements the lyrical content. It’s a gentle, melancholic tune that draws the listener in, inviting them to share in Baez’s reflections. Her voice, at once strong and vulnerable, conveys the full spectrum of emotions, from wistful nostalgia to quiet resignation. The arrangement, understated and tasteful, allows the lyrics and the melody to take center stage, creating a truly intimate and moving listening experience.

What sets “Diamonds and Rust” apart is its honesty and vulnerability. Baez doesn’t try to sugarcoat the pain or pretend that the past didn’t happen. Instead, she confronts it head-on, acknowledging the hurt but also recognizing the growth and wisdom that have come from the experience. It’s a song about acceptance, about learning to let go, and about finding beauty even in the midst of sorrow.

“Diamonds and Rust” has become a timeless classic, a testament to Baez’s songwriting prowess and her ability to connect with listeners on a deeply personal level. It’s a song that resonates with anyone who has ever loved and lost, a reminder that even though love may fade, the memories and the lessons learned remain. So, if you’re looking for a song that speaks to the heart, a song that is both beautiful and heartbreaking, look no further than Joan Baez’s “Diamonds and Rust.” It’s a true masterpiece, a gem that will continue to shine for generations to come.The Public, the Private and the Secret Life of Joan Baez | SF/Arts

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Lyrics: Diamonds and Rust 

Well I’ll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that’s not unusual
It’s just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I’d known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall

As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin’s eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust

Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed

Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you’re smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there

Now you’re telling me
You’re not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It’s all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you’re offering me diamonds and rust
I’ve already paid

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