Today’s musical selection is, “The Painted Desert,” from The 10,000 Maniac’s, “In My Tribe.”  I posted about this album a few months ago.  You can read about it here.  There is something about the lush guitars, Natalie’s voice, and the lyrics that are irresistable.  It’s simply dreamy, but it’s a deeply sad story.

Stereogum has an in-depth article about Natalie Merchant by Stephen Deusner here.

The Painted Desert can wait till summer.
We’ve played this game of just imagine long enough.
Wait till summer?
When I’m sure the rains have ended, the blooms have gone,
everyone killed by the morning frost.
Is a cactus blooming there in every roadside stand
where the big deal is cowboy gear won in Japan?

The Painted Desert can wait till summer.
We’ve played this game of just imagine long enough.
Wait till summer?
When I’m sure the rains have ended and the blooms have gone,
everyone killed by the morning frost.
Is a cactus blooming there upon the Northern rim
or in the ruins of the Hopi mesa dens?

You met a new friend in the Canyon, or so you wrote.
On a blanket in the cooling sand you and your friend agreed that
the stars were so many there they seemed to overlap.

The Painted Desert can wait till summer.
We’ve played this game of just imagine long enough.
Wait till summer?
When I am sure the rain has ended, the blooms have gone,
everyone killed by the morning frost.
Was a cactus blooming there as you watched the Native boy?
In Flagstaff trailer court, you wrote the line:
“He kicked a tumbleweed and his mother called him home where the Arizona moon met the Arizona sun.”

I wanted to be there by May at the latest time.
Isn’t that the plan we had or have you changed your mind?
I haven’t read a word from you since Phoenix or Tucson.
April is over will you tell me how long before I can be there?

Songwriters: JEROME AUGUSTYNIAK / Natalie Merchant