Lui Collins
Images from the movie The Red Violin haunted me for weeks, inspiring the writing of this song,
a re-telling of the making of the violin. With thanks to François Girard, director of
this compelling film, and to Bob Franke for the writing assignment. We were on tour together
the weekend I sat in on his workshop; I fear I was poor company on the drive back from NYC
to New Haven, immersed as I was in the writing.
Lui: vocal, banjo; Anand: bass, resophonic guitar, mandolin;
Rani: fiddle;
Rose: accordion;
Scott: tambourine, triangle, cajon, tom tom, brushes
The wood must yield to the sharpest blade
Blood red, blood red the stain
To tap the music in the grain
Carry the burden gently“Why do you come, my dearest dear?”
“I knew that I would find you here“The crone has read my future, dear
The cards foretell of death, I fear”“Oh no, my love, this cannot be
For our healthy son, safe delivery“Come see what I have made for him
My crowning glory, this violin“See the back, how true the grain
The scroll that bears the jewel inlaid“One day our son will touch the strings
The bow will cause its soul to sing”But her hand has drawn the card of fate
The husband summoned comes too lateHe lifts her body tenderly
Bears her over wet dark streetsOn the bench he lays her lifeless form
His solemn work is not yet doneHe lifts the knife to one last task
Some few dark drops be all he’ll askOne ounce of blood stripped from a vein
Stirred in a flask, the lacquer madeOne lock of tresses black he clips
Brush into blood red lacquer dipsWith deliberate stroke he wields the brush
That makes the wood with color blushSo must flesh yield to sharpest blade
To tap the music in the vein
January 24, 2000 Lui Collins
©2000 Molly Gamblin Music/BMI
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Banjo tuning: gDACD