Sometimes I have to remind myself that I make music, that I play. When I play a song there is something that happens in my right brain that allows me to synthesize my life in ways that would just never happen if I didn’t carve out the space and indulge a little.
I wrote this song, “Ruby,” in 2011. That was a big year for me. So much happened, and along the way it felt very confusing. Writing songs helped me process things from a different angle. I didn’t understand this song at the time, and I still don’t though certain parts evoke certain feelings or memories in me.
Somewhere on a hillside, lost in space and time / there was a castle, ramshackle. For years it stood / moss and rotting wood. One day a rider was approaching. Silently but swift / a satchel at her hip / the next day she left empty handed. Almost overnight the castle took on a new life. The people inside celebrated.
Knights stormed in one day — raided shelves, ruined grain. They found a magical ruby. The wizard was pleased. He needed that ruby. His crystal ball needed mending. With the jewel in his hands; over at the ball he glanced. But the fog grew even thicker. His smile went flat. The ruby just stared right back. Without the castle it was worthless. If the stone couldn’t be his then he would destroy it, but try as he might it was no use.
Overcome with guilt / his crystal ball as clear as milk / he vowed to return the ruby. He went inside / placed the ruby in the tomb / right back from where it was taken. He came in with squinted eyes. As he left he felt his spirit rise. Clarity was returning. His crystal ball intact / the castle with its ruby back / they all lived happily ever after.