As the world of Justice Wing fleshes out, some of the music native to that world needs to come with it. This is a song by the ‘gloriously broken’ Colton Pike off one of his earlier albums. It’s called "Niagara Nights."
Niagara Nights (Words/Music by Colton Pike) On a warm summer night back in '74 I found myself on the hood of my sister's Ford with a girl who wasn't my sister sitting with me. The engine's heat still kept us warm in the bitter cold spray though the fireflies swarmed over the bushes off to the side of the parking lot overlooking the falls that Niagara wrought over time. Water never stops. It just waits. Ignoring opinions or foolish mandates-- Cutting through stone or soaking soil freeze it or blend it or set it to boil drink it or dump it or fill the ice pack turn half away and kind of lose track then discover that somehow the water's back. They call that sublime. And I turned to look into her eyes wondering if I could touch her thighs not knowing where the line fell after dark on the razor's edge between the worlds of land and sea and air with the Canadian lights burning across the Northern sky. Was that fair? That defines Niagara nights. Waters churn to burn the lights pouring over stone carved by time and ice. Harnessed by us all. Chaining the falls. It's really quite a sight. You should really see it Some time. Leaning up against me with an arm around my waist she smiled just a little but gave me no taste no matter what approach I used. I wanted to ask if I made her mad or reminded her of someone who made her sad but instead I slid my arm around her in kind. I closed my eyes and felt the mist rising off the waters and the vapors kissed me instead. And suddenly I was all confused by time and space and all the rules. I could hardly blame her if she recused herself from the situation. And suddenly I wasn't even sure what nation this asphalt sea lay in. And I wondered if our hearts were somehow part of that monumental power station just ahead. That defines Niagara nights. Waters churn to burn the lights pouring over stone carved by time and ice. Harnessed by us all. Chaining the falls. It's really quite a sight. You should really see it Some time.
(This song was born of a desire to quote a Leonard Cohen song in one of my stories, only if you quote song lyrics in a story you’ve got to… you know, pay for that. So, Colton Pike — who first ‘came to life’ because of a similar desire to quote a Zevon song — got to write a song. It’s interesting trying to write in a specific style as it was at a specific period of time. This song should really feel like it came from the late seventies to early eighties.)
