Maybe it’s the recent trip to the US — staying in my childhood home, rearranging boxes of old LPs in the garage, looking at framed Fillmore and Winterland concert tickets from shows I attended “back in the day.” Another sixties-era song came to mind when I ran across this photo I’d taken in January of some street art on Rio Papaloapam in Santa Rosa, Oaxaca (not California). Ahhh… the beautiful harmonies of Buffalo Springfield singing Bluebird by Stephen Stills.
Listen to my bluebird laugh
She can’t tell you why
Deep within her heart, you see
She knows only crying, just crying
There she sits, aloft a perch
Strangest color blue
Flying is forgotten now
Thinks only of you, just you, oh yeah
So get all those blues
Must be a thousand hues
And be just differently used
You just know
You sit there mesmerized
By the depth of her eyes
That you can’t categorize
She got soul, she got soul
She got soul, she got soul
Do you think she loves you?
Do you think at all?
Soon she’s going to fly away
Sadness is her own
Give herself a bath of tears
And go home and go home
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Stephen Stills and Joni Mitchell had a live-in relationship. She wrote her Blue album in the context of their breaking up. I think his song came much earlier but I wonder… was this is response to a foregone conclusion?
Right, Bluebird was first released as a single in June ’67 long before Stephen’s meeting Joni. I expect the song honors Judy Collins, his girlfriend at the time.
…and in such case might have been in anticipation of a self-fulfilling foregone conclusion.
Nice shot Shannon.
It’s like the bluebirds are free but not yet ready to leave the padlocked rooftop of their cage.