Joan as a Police Woman
When I was in DC earlier this summer, I watched a great artist perform. Her name is Joan. Joan as a Police Woman. The show I saw probably was not her best. There was a lot of the noise in the venue, she looked strung out, but still, she had something that draws people in. Joan is the ex of Jeff Buckley (was his girlfriend when he drowned), worked together with Rufus Wainwright, but who cares. She put out an album herself, and it is great. She actually toured in Europe and Belgiun a lot and is way better known over there than she is here, but by accident I got to know her music, bought her album and saw her show. It was a memorable night, and a great show. You all know Youtube and you can look her up. I do think it is one of those artists you need to listen to on album before you see her live, but she has one song that I think is just absolutely wonderful, it starts on minute five of this clip. I think the album version of this song is even better, but the life version is not too shabby either. For me music that really gets to me is a great lyric elevated to an ever higher level by the way it is performed. That’s why I like “After the Goldrush” by Neil Young, that’s why I like “Exit Music (for a film)” by Radiohead and that’s why I love “We don’t own it” by Joan as a Police Woman.
We don’t own it
You will know by the way
That he cuts his eyes
Looks away from the door
That walked in you
You will know it will go
Down in history
How sweet he was to you
And all the others
So hand it over
Cause we don't own it
It's in the mystery
Our silent fantasy
Cause i
Nor you
Could ever
Know what it's like
To have the night fall
And be felled by the night
No, we don't own it
All you know is the way
That he made you feel
He made you feel safe enough
To feel at all
It's all there in the moment
You understood
That he's not going on
And you're still going on
So hand it over
Cause we don't own it
It's in the mystery
Our silent fantasy
Cause I
Nor you
Could ever
Know what it's like
To have the night fall
And be felled by the night
No, we don't own it
It's his story
Our subtle jealousy
Cause i
Nor you
Could ever
Know what it's like
To have the night fall
And be felled by the night
No, we don't own it