Måske var det, fordi jeg forleden – on-line – skrev under på en protest mod den stadige forurening af grundvandet, at Joni Mitchells gamle sang om det kølige vand dukkede op. Måske var blev det hjulpet på vej af ønsket om, at Joni Mitchell ville vende tilbage til musikken og lade malerpenslen ligge for en stund, for hun er savnet på musikkens spindeside. 

All day I face the barren waste
Without a taste of water
Cool water
Old Dan and I
Our throats slate dry
Our spirits cry out for water
Cool clear water
Keep on movin’ Dan
Some devils had a plan
Buried poison in the sand
Don’t drink it man
It’s in the water
Cool clear water
In my mind I see
A big green tree
And a river flowin’ free
Waitin’ up ahead
For you and me
Cool clear water

The nights are cool and I’m a fool
Each star is a pool of water
Cool water
But come the dawn
We carry on
We won’t last long without water
Cool clear water
Keep on movin’ Dan
We’re still in no-man’s land
Dry bones and sand
People never planned here for water
Cool clear water
In my mind I see
A big green tree
And a river flowin’ free
Waiting up ahead for you and me
Cool clear water

The shadows sway
They seem to say
Tonight we pray for water
Cool water
And way up there
If you care
Please show us where
There’s good water
Cool clear water