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from Joni Mitchell - Turbulent Indigo (1994)
He met her in a French cafe
She slipped in sideways like a cat Sidelong glances What a wary little stray! She sticks in his mind like that Saying, "Avez-vous un allumette?" With her lips wrapped around a cigarette Yvette in English saying, "Please have this Little bit of instant bliss." He's fumbling with her foreign tongue; Reaching for words and drawing blanks A loud mouth is stricken deaf and dumb In a bistro on the left bank "If I were a painter," Picasso said, "I'd paint this girl from toe to head!" Yvette in English saying, "Please have this Little bit of instant bliss." Burgundy nocturne tips and spills They trot along nicely in the spreading stain New chills, new thrills For the old uphill battle How did he wind up here again? Walking and talking Touched and scared Uninsulated wires left bare Yvette in English going, "Please have this Little bit of instant bliss." What blew her like a leaf his way? (Up in the air and down to Earth) First she flusters Then she frays So quick to question her own worth Her cigarette burns her fingertips As it falls like fireworks she curses it Then sweetly in English she says, "Please have this, Little bit of instant bliss." He sees her turn and walk away Skittering like a cat on stone-- Her high heels clicking-- What a wary little stray! She leaves him by the Seine alone With the black water and the amber lights And the bony bridge between left and right Yvette in English saying, "Please have this Little bit of instant bliss." |
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from Joni Mitchell - Both Sides Now (2000)
You've changed
The sparkle in your eyes is gone Your smile is just a careless yawn You're breaking my heart You've changed You've changed Your kisses now are so blase You're bored with me in every way I can't understand You've changed You've forgotten the words I love you And the memories that we've shared You've ignored all the stars up above you I can't realize that you ever cared You've changed You're not the angel I once knew No need to tell me, I know we're through It's all over now You've changed You've forgotten the words I love you And the memories that we've shared You ignore all the stars up above you I can't realize that you ever cared You've changed You're not the angel I once knew No need to tell me, I know we're through It's all over now You've changed |
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from Joni Mitchell - Both Sides Now (2000)
You're my thrill
You do something to me You send chills right through me When I look at you 'Cause you're my thrill You're my thrill How my pulse increases I just go to pieces Every time I look at you I can't keep still Nothing seems to matter Here's my heart on a silver platter Oh where is my will Why this strange desire Flaming higher and higher Every time I look at you I can't keep still You're my thrill Oh where's my will Why this strange desire Flaming higher and higher Every time I look at you I can't keep still Oh you're my thrill |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
If you're driving into town
With a dark cloud above you Dial in the number Who's bound to love you Oh honey you turn me on I'm a radio I'm a country station I'm a little bit corny I'm a wildwood flower Waving for you I'm a broadcasting tower Waving for you And I'm sending you out This signal here I hope you can pick it up Loud and clear I know you don't like weak women You get bored so quick And you don't like strong women 'Cause they're hip to your tricks It's been dirty for dirty Down the line But you know I come when you whistle When you're loving and kind But if you've got too many doubts If there's no good reception for me Then tune me out, 'cause honey Who needs the static It hurts the head And you wind up cracking And the day goes dismal From "Breakfast Barney" To the sign-off prayer What a sorry face you get to wear I'm going to tell you again now If you're still listening there If you're driving into town With a dark cloud above you Dial in the number Who's bound to love you If you're lying on the beach With the transistor going Kick off the sandflies honey The love's still flowing If your head says forget it But your heart's still smoking Call me at the station The lines are open |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
If you're driving into town
With a dark cloud above you Dial in the number Who's bound to love you Oh honey you turn me on I'm a radio I'm a country station I'm a little bit corny I'm a wildwood flower Waving for you I'm a broadcasting tower Waving for you And I'm sending you out This signal here I hope you can pick it up Loud and clear I know you don't like weak women You get bored so quick And you don't like strong women 'Cause they're hip to your tricks It's been dirty for dirty Down the line But you know I come when you whistle When you're loving and kind But if you've got too many doubts If there's no good reception for me Then tune me out, 'cause honey Who needs the static It hurts the head And you wind up cracking And the day goes dismal From "Breakfast Barney" To the sign-off prayer What a sorry face you get to wear I'm going to tell you again now If you're still listening there If you're driving into town With a dark cloud above you Dial in the number Who's bound to love you If you're lying on the beach With the transistor going Kick off the sandflies honey The love's still flowing If your head says forget it But your heart's still smoking Call me at the station The lines are open |
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from Joni Mitchell - For The Roses (1972)
If you're driving into town
With a dark cloud above you Dial in the number Who's bound to love you Oh honey you turn me on I'm a radio I'm a country station I'm a little bit corny I'm a wildwood flower Waving for you Broadcasting tower Waving for you And I'm sending you out This signal here I hope you can pick it up Loud and clear I know you don't like weak women You get bored so quick And you don't like strong women 'Cause they're hip to your tricks It's been dirty for dirty Down the line But you know I come when you whistle When you're loving and kind But if you've got too many doubts If there's no good reception for me Then tune me out, 'cause honey Who needs the static It hurts the head And you wind up cracking And the day goes dismal From "Breakfast Barney" To the sign-off prayer What a sorry face you get to wear I'm going to tell you again now If you're still listening there If you're driving into town With a dark cloud above you Dial in the number Who's bound to love you If you're lying on the beach With the transistor going Kick off the sandflies honey The love's still flowing If your head says forget it But your heart's still smoking Call me at the station The lines are ope |
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from Joni Mitchell - Hits (1996)
If you're driving into town
With a dark cloud above you Dial in the number Who's bound to love you Oh honey you turn me on I'm a radio I'm a country station I'm a little bit corny I'm a wildwood flower Waving for you Broadcasting tower Waving for you And I'm sending you out This signal here I hope you can pick it up Loud and clear I know you don't like weak women You get bored so quick And you don't like strong women 'Cause they're hip to your tricks It's been dirty for dirty Down the line But you know I come when you whistle When you're loving and kind But if you've got too many doubts If there's no good reception for me Then tune me out, 'cause honey Who needs the static It hurts the head And you wind up cracking And the day goes dismal From "Breakfast Barney" To the sign-off prayer What a sorry face you get to wear I'm going to tell you again now If you're still listening there If you're driving into town With a dark cloud above you Dial in the number Who's bound to love you If you're lying on the beach With the transistor going Kick off the sandflies honey The love's still flowing If your head says forget it But your heart's still smoking Call me at the station The lines are open |
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from Joni Mitchell - Rhino Hi-Five: Joni Mitchell [ep] (2006)
If you're driving into town
With a dark cloud above you Dial in the number Who's bound to love you Oh honey you turn me on I'm a radio I'm a country station I'm a little bit corny I'm a wildwood flower Waving for you Broadcasting tower Waving for you And I'm sending you out This signal here I hope you can pick it up Loud and clear I know you don't like weak women You get bored so quick And you don't like strong women 'Cause they're hip to your tricks It's been dirty for dirty Down the line But you know I come when you whistle When you're loving and kind But if you've got too many doubts If there's no good reception for me Then tune me out, 'cause honey Who needs the static It hurts the head And you wind up cracking And the day goes dismal From "Breakfast Barney" To the sign-off prayer What a sorry face you get to wear I'm going to tell you again now If you're still listening there If you're driving into town With a dark cloud above you Dial in the number Who's bound to love you If you're lying on the beach With the transistor going Kick off the sandflies honey The love's still flowing If your head says forget it But your heart's still smoking Call me at the station The lines are ope |
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from Joni Mitchell - Wild Things Run Fast (1982)
It came to pass
Like lightening striking from above Electric flash Just like lightening striking from above Struck by precious love Precious, precious love So hopeless and so inspired Why do you dream flat tires When you dream flat tires? You dream flat tires With a jack and a spare you're there Trying to get to where love is Coming in on a wing and a prayer Trying to get to where love is 'Cause love is precious love You said it was precious When first you felt my fire Before you dreamed flat tires You dreamed flat tires You dream flat tires "Woman she bounce back easy But a man could break both his legs" Are you telling me that to tease me? Or just to hear me beg "Please don't go!" Cause I know that you love me But, when are you going to let love be Just a vague flirtation Or extra special company? 'Cause love is precious love Everybody knows it's precious When first they feel that fire Before they dream flat tires They dream flat tires They dream flat tires "Woman she bounce back easy But a man could break both his legs" Do you tell me that to tease me Or just to hear me beg "Please don't be cold" I know that you love me But, what are you going to let love do? (Flat tires, love, love is precious, flat tires, love, love is precious, flat tires, love, love is precious) |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
It came to pass
Like lightening striking from above Electric flash Just like lightening striking from above Struck by precious love Precious, precious love So hopeless and so inspired Why do you dream flat tires When you dream flat tires? You dream flat tires With a jack and a spare you're there Trying to get to where love is Coming in on a wing and a prayer Trying to get to where love is 'Cause love is precious love You said it was precious When first you felt my fire Before you dreamed flat tires You dreamed flat tires You dream flat tires "Woman she bounce back easy But a man could break both his legs" Are you telling me that to tease me? Or just to hear me beg "Please don't go!" Cause I know that you love me But, when are you going to let love be Just a vague flirtation Or extra special company? 'Cause love is precious love Everybody knows it's precious When first they feel that fire Before they dream flat tires They dream flat tires They dream flat tires "Woman she bounce back easy But a man could break both his legs" Do you tell me that to tease me Or just to hear me beg "Please don't be cold" I know that you love me But, what are you going to let love do? (Flat tires, love, love is precious, flat tires, love, love is precious, flat tires, love, love is precious) |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road And I asked him, where are you going And this he told me... I'm going on down to Yasgur's farm I'm going to join in a rock 'n' roll band I'm going to camp out on the land I'm gonna try and get my soul free We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden Then can I walk beside you I have come here to lose the smog And I feel to be a cog in something turning Well maybe it is just the time of year Or maybe it's the time of man I don't know who l am But ya know life is for learning We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden By the time we got to Woodstock We were half a million strong And everywhere there was song and celebration And I dreamed I saw the bombers Riding shotgun in the sky And they were turning into butterflies Above our nation We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden We are stardust Billion-year-old carbon We are golden Caught in the devil's bargain And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road And I asked him, where are you going And this he told me... I'm going on down to Yasgur's farm I'm going to join in a rock 'n' roll band I'm going to camp out on the land I'm gonna try and get my soul free We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden Then can I walk beside you I have come here to lose the smog And I feel to be a cog in something turning Well maybe it is just the time of year Or maybe it's the time of man I don't know who l am But ya know life is for learning We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden By the time we got to Woodstock We were half a million strong And everywhere there was song and celebration And I dreamed I saw the bombers Riding shotgun in the sky And they were turning into butterflies Above our nation We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden We are stardust Billion-year-old carbon We are golden Caught in the devil's bargain And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden |
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from Joni Mitchell - Shadows And Light [live] (1980)
I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road And I asked him, where are you going And this he told me... I'm going on down to Yasgur's farm I'm going to join in a rock 'n' roll band I'm going to camp out on the land I'm gonna try and get my soul free We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden Then can I walk beside you I have come here to lose the smog And I feel to be a cog in something turning Well maybe it is just the time of year Or maybe it's the time of man I don't know who l am But ya know life is for learning We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden By the time we got to Woodstock We were half a million strong And everywhere there was song and celebration And I dreamed I saw the bombers Riding shotgun in the sky And they were turning into butterflies Above our nation We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden We are stardust Billion-year-old carbon We are golden Caught in the devil's bargain And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden |
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from Joni Mitchell - Shadows And Light [live] (1980)
I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road And I asked him, where are you going And this he told me... I'm going on down to Yasgur's farm I'm going to join in a rock 'n' roll band I'm going to camp out on the land I'm gonna try and get my soul free We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden Then can I walk beside you I have come here to lose the smog And I feel to be a cog in something turning Well maybe it is just the time of year Or maybe it's the time of man I don't know who l am But ya know life is for learning We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden By the time we got to Woodstock We were half a million strong And everywhere there was song and celebration And I dreamed I saw the bombers Riding shotgun in the sky And they were turning into butterflies Above our nation We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden We are stardust Billion-year-old carbon We are golden Caught in the devil's bargain And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden |
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from Joni Mitchell - Ladies Of The Canyon (1970)
I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road And I asked him, where are you going And this he told me... I'm going on down to Yasgur's farm I'm going to join in a rock 'n' roll band I'm going to camp out on the land I'm gonna try and get my soul free We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden Then can I walk beside you I have come here to lose the smog And I feel to be a cog in something turning Well maybe it is just the time of year Or maybe it's the time of man I don't know who l am But ya know life is for learning We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden By the time we got to Woodstock We were half a million strong And everywhere there was song and celebration And I dreamed I saw the bombers Riding shotgun in the sky And they were turning into butterflies Above our nation We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden We are stardust Billion-year-old carbon We are golden Caught in the devil's bargain And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden |
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from Joni Mitchell - Hits (1996)
I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road And I asked him, where are you going And this he told me I'm going on down to Yasgur's farm I'm going to join in a rock 'n' roll band I'm going to camp out on the land I'm going to try an' get my soul free We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden Then can I walk beside you I have come here to lose the smog And I feel to be a cog in something turning Well maybe it is just the time of year Or maybe it's the time of man I don't know who l am But you know life is for learning We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden By the time we got to Woodstock We were half a million strong And everywhere there was song and celebration And I dreamed I saw the bombers Riding shotgun in the sky And they were turning into butterflies Above our nation We are stardust Billion year old carbon We are golden Caught in the devil's bargain And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road And I asked him, where are you going And this he told me... I'm going on down to Yasgur's farm I'm going to join in a rock 'n' roll band I'm going to camp out on the land I'm gonna try and get my soul free We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden Then can I walk beside you I have come here to lose the smog And I feel to be a cog in something turning Well maybe it is just the time of year Or maybe it's the time of man I don't know who l am But ya know life is for learning We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden By the time we got to Woodstock We were half a million strong And everywhere there was song and celebration And I dreamed I saw the bombers Riding shotgun in the sky And they were turning into butterflies Above our nation We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden We are stardust Billion-year-old carbon We are golden Caught in the devil's bargain And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
I am a woman of heart and mind
With time on her hands No child to raise You come to me like a little boy And I give you my scorn and my praise You think I'm like your mother Or another lover or your sister Or the queen of your dreams Or just another silly girl When love makes a fool of me After the rush when you come back down You're always disappointed Nothing seems to keep you high Drive your bargains Push your papers Win your medals Fuck your strangers Don't it leave you on the empty side I'm looking for affection and respect A little passion And you want stimulation-nothing more That's what I think But you know I'll try to be there for you When your spirits start to sink All this talk about holiness now It must be the start of the latest style Is it all books and words Or do you really feel it? Do you really laugh? Do you really care? Do you really smile When you smile? You criticize and you flatter You imitate the best And the rest you memorize You know the times you impress me most Are the times when you don't try When you don't even try |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
I am a woman of heart and mind
With time on her hands No child to raise You come to me like a little boy And I give you my scorn and my praise You think I'm like your mother Or another lover or your sister Or the queen of your dreams Or just another silly girl When love makes a fool of me After the rush when you come back down You're always disappointed Nothing seems to keep you high Drive your bargains Push your papers Win your medals Fuck your strangers Don't it leave you on the empty side I'm looking for affection and respect A little passion And you want stimulation-nothing more That's what I think But you know I'll try to be there for you When your spirits start to sink All this talk about holiness now It must be the start of the latest style Is it all books and words Or do you really feel it? Do you really laugh? Do you really care? Do you really smile When you smile? You criticize and you flatter You imitate the best And the rest you memorize You know the times you impress me most Are the times when you don't try When you don't even try |
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from Joni Mitchell - For The Roses (1972)
I am a woman of heart and mind
With time on her hands No child to raise You come to me like a little boy And I give you my scorn and my praise You think I'm like your mother Or another lover or your sister Or the queen of your dreams Or just another silly girl When love makes a fool of me After the rush when you come back down You're always disappointed Nothing seems to keep you high Drive your bargains Push your papers Win your medals Fuck your strangers Don't it leave you on the empty side I'm looking for affection and respect A little passion And you want stimulation-nothing more That's what I think But you know I'll try to be there for you When your spirits start to sink All this talk about holiness now It must be the start of the latest style Is it all books and words Or do you really feel it? Do you really laugh? Do you really care? Do you really smile When you smile? You criticize and you flatter You imitate the best And the rest you memorize You know the times you impress me most Are the times when you don't try When you don't even try |
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from Joni Mitchell - Ladies Of The Canyon (1970)
Willy is my child, he is my father
I would be his lady all my life He says he'd love to live with me But for an ancient injury That has not healed He said I feel once again Like I gave my heart too soon He stood there looking through the lace At the face on the conquered moon And counting all the cars up the hill And the stars on my window sill There are still more reasons why I love him Willy is my joy, he is my sorrow Now he wants to run away and hide He says our love cannot be real He cannot hear the chapel's pealing silver bells But you know its hard to tell When your in the spell if its wrong or if its real But you're bound to lose If you let the blues get you scared too feel And I feel like I'm just being born Like a shiny light breaking in a storm There are some many reasons why I love him |
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from Joni Mitchell - Wild Things Run Fast (1982)
He came
She smiled She thought she had him tamed But he was just as wild Eating from her hand at last Wild things run fast In the dark He could see The trap that was lying in her Sweet company Eating from her hand at last Wild things run fast Winter beat the pines about He heard the heater Cutting in and out While she dreamed away . . . In the night It snowed Fast tracks in the powder white Leading out to the road Winding from her tender grasp Wild things run fast Wild things run fast Wild things run fast What makes you run? Wild thing I thought you loved me |
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from Joni Mitchell - Shadows And Light [live] (1980)
Why do fools fall in love?
Why do birds sing so gay And lovers await the break of day Why do they fall in love Why does the rain fall from up above Why do fools fall in love Why do they fall in love Love is a losing game Love can be a shame I know of a fool you see For that fool is me Tell me why Tell my why Why do birds sing so gay And lovers await the break of day Why do they fall in love Why does the rain fall from up above Why do fools fall in love Why do they fall in love Why does my heart skip this crazy beat For I know It will reach defeat Tell me why tell me why Why do fools fall in love? |
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from Joni Mitchell - Hits (1996)
I awoke today and found the frost perched on the town It hovered in a frozen sky, then it gobbled summer down When the sun turns traitor cold and shivering trees are standing in a naked row I get the urge for going but I never seem to go I get the urge for going When the meadow grass is turning brown Summertime is falling down and winter is closing in I had me a man in summertime He had summer-colored skin And not another girl in town My darling's heart could win But when the leaves fell trembling down Bully winds did rub their faces in the snow He got the urge for going And I had to let him go He got the urge for going When the meadow grass was turning brown Summertime was falling down and winter was closing in The warriors of winter they gave a cold triumphant shout And all that stays is dying and all that lives is getting out See the geese in chevron flight flapping and racing on before the snow They've got the urge for going, they've got the wings to go They get the urge for going When the meadow grass is turning brown Summertime is falling down and winter is closing in I'll ply the fire with kindling and pull the blankets to my chin and I'll the vagrant winter out and bolt my wandering in I'd like to call back summertime and have her stay jut another month or so She's got the urge for going and I guess she'll have to go And she get the urge for going when meadow grass is turning brown All her empires are falling down winter's closing in |
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from Joni Mitchell - Wild Things Run Fast (1982)
Yes I do--I love you!
I swear on the stars above I do! I swear on the streetlight on the corner Shoving back the shadows! One shadow cursing Another shadow laughing Underneath the streetlight I don't know where they're coming from I just see 'em passing Underneath the streetlight . . . Yes I do--I love you! I swear on the buildings above I do! I swear on a billion yellow and T.V. blue windows! Gayboys with their pants so tight Out in the neon light Underneath the street light A m- m- madman-madman Kicking over garbage cans Underneath the streetlight . . . Yes I do--I love you! I swear on the blinkin' planes above I do! I swear on the truck at the stoplight With his airbrakes moaning! All night the trucks roll Up to the tunnel-toll Underneath the streetlight They come rollin', rollin' Rollin' for a living Underneath the streetlight . . . Yes I do--I love you! I swear on the disco sparkle dark I do! I swear on the be-bop boys Chasing the black bird Rock 'n' roll broadcast Movin' up now full blast Underneath the streetlight They come dancin', dancin' Really rock 'n rollin' Underneath the streetlight Yes I do--I love you I really love you Yes I do--yes I do I love you! |
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from Joni Mitchell - Night Ride Home (1991)
Tomorrow is Sunday
Now there's only one day left to go Till you walk by Below my window The weekends drive me mad Holidays are oh too sad 'Cause you don't go Below my window No one knows I'm here One day I just disappeared And I took these two grey rooms up here With a view When you walk by Below my window You look so youthful Time has been untruthful Heaven knows I loved you 30 years ago Hot days your shirt's undone Rainy days you run Oh and then you fade so fast Below my window No one knows I'm here One day I just disappeared And I took these two grey rooms up here With a view Only when you walk by Below my window When you walk by Below my window Below my window Hey hey Below my window Below my window Below my window |
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from Joni Mitchell - Court And Spark (1983)
My analyst told me
That I was right out of my head The way he described it He said I'd be better dead than alive I didn't listen to his jive I knew all along That he was all wrong And I knew that he thought I was crazy but I'm not don't know My analyst told me That I was right out of my head He said I need treatment But I'm not that easily led He said I was the type That was most inclined When out of his sight To be out of my mind And he thought I was nuts No more ifs or ands or buts They say as a child I appeared a little bit wild With all my crazy ideas But I knew what was happening I knew I was a genius... What's so strange when you know That you're a wizard at three I knew that this was meant to be Now I heard little children Were supposed to sleep tight That's why I got into the vodka one night My parents got frantic Didn't know what to do But I saw some crazy scenes Before I came to Now do you think I was crazy I may have been only three But I was swinging They all laugh at angry young men They all laughed at Edison And also at Einstein So why should I be sorry If they just couldn't understand The idiomatic logic That went on in my head I had a brain It was insane Oh they used to laugh at me When I refused to ride On those double decker buses All because there was no driver on the top My analyst told me That I was right out of my head But I said dear doctor I think that it's you instead Because I, I got a thing That's unique and new To prove it I'll have The last laugh on you 'Cause instead of one head I got two And you know two heads are better than one. |
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from Joni Mitchell - Turbulent Indigo (1994)
You wanna make Van Goghs
Raise 'em up like sheep Make 'em out of Eskimos And women if you please Make 'em nice and normal Make 'em nice and neat You see him with his shotgun there? Bloodied in the wheat? Oh what do you know about Living in Turbulent Indigo? Brash fields, crude crows In a scary sky ... In a golden frame Roped off Tourists guided by ... Tourists talking about the madhouse Talking about the ear The madman hangs in fancy homes They wouldn't let him near! He'd piss in their fireplace! He'd drag them through Turbulent Indigo "I'm a burning hearth," he said "People see the smoke But no one comes to warm themselves Sloughing off a coat And all my little landscapes All my yellow afternoons Stack up around this vacancy Like dirty cups and spoons No mercy Sweet Jesus! No mercy from Turbulent Indigo." |
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from Joni Mitchell - Court And Spark (1983)
Up in a sterilized room
Where they let you be lazy Knowing your attitude's all wrong And you got to change And that's not easy Dragon shining with all values known Dazzling you-keeping you from your own Where is the lion in you to defy him When you're this weak And this spacey... So what are you going to do about it You can't live life and you can't leave it Advice and religion-you can't take it You can't seem to believe it The peacock is afraid to parade You're under the thumb of the maid You really can't give love in this condition Still you know how you need it They open and close you Then they talk like they know you They don't know you They're friends and they're foes too Trouble child Breaking like the waves at Malibu So why does it come as such a shock To know you really have no one Only a river of changing faces Looking for an ocean They trickle through your leaky plans Another dream over the dam And you're lying in some room Feeling like your right to be human Is going over too Well some are going to knock you And some'll try to clock you You know it's really hard To talk sense to you Trouble child Breaking like the waves at Malibu |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
Up in a sterilized room
Where they let you be lazy Knowing your attitude's all wrong And you got to change And that's not easy Dragon shining with all values known Dazzling you-keeping you from your own Where is the lion in you to defy him When you're this weak And this spacey... So what are you going to do about it You can't live life and you can't leave it Advice and religion-you can't take it You can't seem to believe it The peacock is afraid to parade You're under the thumb of the maid You really can't give love in this condition Still you know how you need it They open and close you Then they talk like they know you They don't know you They're friends and they're foes too Trouble child Breaking like the waves at Malibu So why does it come as such a shock To know you really have no one Only a river of changing faces Looking for an ocean They trickle through your leaky plans Another dream over the dam And you're lying in some room Feeling like your right to be human Is going over too Well some are going to knock you And some'll try to clock you You know it's really hard To talk sense to you Trouble child Breaking like the waves at Malibu |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
Up in a sterilized room
Where they let you be lazy Knowing your attitude's all wrong And you got to change And that's not easy Dragon shining with all values known Dazzling you-keeping you from your own Where is the lion in you to defy him When you're this weak And this spacey... So what are you going to do about it You can't live life and you can't leave it Advice and religion-you can't take it You can't seem to believe it The peacock is afraid to parade You're under the thumb of the maid You really can't give love in this condition Still you know how you need it They open and close you Then they talk like they know you They don't know you They're friends and they're foes too Trouble child Breaking like the waves at Malibu So why does it come as such a shock To know you really have no one Only a river of changing faces Looking for an ocean They trickle through your leaky plans Another dream over the dam And you're lying in some room Feeling like your right to be human Is going over too Well some are going to knock you And some'll try to clock you You know it's really hard To talk sense to you Trouble child Breaking like the waves at Malibu |
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from Joni Mitchell - Clouds (1969)
Varnished weeds in window jars
Tarnished beads on tapestries Kept in satin boxes are Reflections of love's memories Letters from across the seas Roses dipped in sealing wax Valentines and maple leaves Tucked into a paperback Guess I'll throw them all away I found someone to love today Dark with darker moods is he Not a golden Prince who's come Through columbines and wizardry To talk of castles in the sun Still I'll take a chance and see I found someone to love today There's a sorrow in his eyes Like the angel made of tin What will happen if I try To place another heart in him In a Bleeker Street cafe I found someone to love today I found someone to love today |
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from Joni Mitchell - Shine (2007)
Sparkle on the ocean
Eagle at the top of a tree Those crazy crows always making a commotion This land is home to me. I was talking to my neighbor He said, "When I get to heaven, if it is not like this, I'll just hop a cloud and I'm coming right back down here Back to this heavenly bliss." You see those lovely hills They won't be there for long They're gonna tear 'em down And sell them to California Here come the toxic spills Miners poking all around When this place looks like a moonscape Don't say I didn't warn ya... Money, money, money... Money makes the trees come down It makes mountains into molehills Big money kicks the wide wide world around. Black bear in the orchard At night he's in my garbage cans He's getting so bold but no one wants to shoot him He's got a right to roam this land. I feel like Geronimo I used to be as trusting as Cochise But the white eyes lies He's out of whack with nature And look how far his weapons reach! Spirit of the water Give us all the courage and the grace To make genius of this tragedy unfolding The genius to save this place. |
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from Joni Mitchell - Blue (1971)
Look out the left the captain said
The lights down there, that's where we'll land I saw a falling star burn up Above the Las Vegas sands It wasn't the one that you gave to me That night down south between the trailers Not the early one That you can wish upon; Not the northern one That guides in the sailors Oh starbright, starbright You've got the lovin' that I like, all right Turn this crazy bird around I shouldn't have got on this flight tonight You got the touch so gentle and sweet But you've got that look so critical Now I can't talk to you baby I get so weak Sometimes I think love is just mythical Up there's a heaven Down there's a town Blackness everywhere and little lights shine Oh, blackness, blackness dragging me down Come on light the candle in this poor heart of mine Oh starbright, starbright You've got the lovin' that I like, all right Turn this crazy bird around I shouldn't hove got on this flight tonight I'm drinking sweet champagne Got the headphones up high Can't numb you out Can't drum you out of my mind They're playing "Goodbye baby, Baby Goodbye, Ooh, ooh, love is blind" Up go the flaps, down go the wheels I hope you got your heat turned on baby I hope they finally fixed your automobile I hope it's better when we meet again baby Starbright, starbright You got the lovin' that I like, all right Turn this crazy bird around I shouldn't have got on this flight tonight |
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from Joni Mitchell - Mingus (1987)
Of the darkness in men's minds
What can you say That wasn't marked by history Or the T.V. news today He gets away with murder The blizzards come and go The stab and glare and buckshot Of the heavy heavy snow It comes and goes It comes and goes His grandpa loved an empire His sister loved a thief And lindsey loved the ways of darkness Beyond belief Girls in chilly blouses The blizzards come and go The stab and glare and buckshot Of the heavy heavy snow It comes and goes It comes and goes The cops don't seem to care For derelicts or ladies of the night They're weeds for yanking out of sight If you're smart or rich or lucky Maybe you'll beat the laws of man But the inner laws of spirit And the outer laws of nature No man can No--no man can There lives a wolf in Lindsey That raids and runs Through the hills of Hollywood And the downtown slums He gets away with murder The blizzards come and go The stab and glare and buckshot Of the heavy heavy snow It comes and goes It comes and goes |
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from Joni Mitchell - Misses (1996)
Of the darkness in men's minds What can you say That wasn't marked by history Or the T.V. news today He gets away with murder The blizzards come and go The stab and glare and buckshot Of the heavy heavy snow It comes and goes It comes and goes - 간 주 중 - His grandpa loved an empire His sister loved a thief And lindsey loved the ways of darkness Beyond belief Girls in chilly blouses The blizzards come and go The stab and glare and buckshot Of the heavy heavy snow It comes and goes It comes and goes - 연 주 중 - The cops don't seem to care For derelicts or ladies of the night They're weeds for yanking out of sight If you're smart or rich or lucky Maybe you'll beat the laws of man But the inner laws of spirit And the outer laws of nature No man can Nono man can There lives a wolf in Lindsey That raids and runs Through the hills of Hollywood And the downtown slums He gets away with murder The blizzards come and go The stab and glare and buckshot Of the heavy heavy snow It comes and goes It comes and goes |
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from Joni Mitchell - Night Ride Home (1991)
So you want me to buy you a car
Why? Because Elvis did? Darlin' come on Because Elvis gave 'em cars You think I'm cheap And you're hard done by Look-you live here like a star Rent free suite Big blue pool that you sun by Trips to tropic shores Clothes from fancy stores You want too much You want too badly You want everything for nothing Going to the church You chant For my downfall Chanting for my house My friends You want it all The pillows on my bed The visions in my head You want too much You want too badly You want everything for nothing In the land of litigation The courts are like game shows Take what's behind the curtain The jury cries I'm not going to be the jackpot At the end of your perjured rainbow Not if local justice has even one good eye Oh it's not like I was blind I saw But I took no action As you began to climb Green clawed Dissatisfaction It wasn't hard to guess That the end would be a mess You want too much You want too badly You want everything for nothing In the land of mass frustration The judges are sleeping Counting wooly little lawyers And grinding their teeth Outside my sleepless window The Hollywood sirens are shrieking While down some searchlit alley runs Some lost belief Oh I'm tangled in your lies Your scam Your spider web Spit spun between the trees Doors slam You want my head You'd eat your young alive For a jaguar in the drive You lie too much You lie too badly You want everything for nothing |
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from Joni Mitchell - The Beginning Of Survival (2004)
So you want me to buy you a car
Why? Because Elvis did? Darlin' come on Because Elvis gave 'em cars You think I'm cheap And you're hard done by Look-you live here like a star Rent free suite Big blue pool that you sun by Trips to tropic shores Clothes from fancy stores You want too much You want too badly You want everything for nothing Going to the church You chant For my downfall Chanting for my house My friends You want it all The pillows on my bed The visions in my head You want too much You want too badly You want everything for nothing In the land of litigation The courts are like game shows Take what's behind the curtain The jury cries I'm not going to be the jackpot At the end of your perjured rainbow Not if local justice has even one good eye Oh it's not like I was blind I saw But I took no action As you began to climb Green clawed Dissatisfaction It wasn't hard to guess That the end would be a mess You want too much You want too badly You want everything for nothing In the land of mass frustration The judges are sleeping Counting wooly little lawyers And grinding their teeth Outside my sleepless window The Hollywood sirens are shrieking While down some searchlit alley runs Some lost belief Oh I'm tangled in your lies Your scam Your spider web Spit spun between the trees Doors slam You want my head You'd eat your young alive For a jaguar in the drive You lie too much You lie too badly You want everything for nothing |
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from Joni Mitchell - Dog Eat Dog (1985)
I picked the morning paper off the floor
It was full of other people's little wars Wouldn't they like their peace Don't we get bored And we call for the three great stimulants Of the exhausted ones Artifice, brutality and innocence Artifice and innocence No tanks have ever rumbled through these streets and the drone of planes at night has never frightened me I keep the hours and the company that I please And we call for the three great stimulants Of the exhausted ones Artifice, brutality and innocence Artifice and innocence Oh and deep in the night Our appetites find us Release us and bind us Deep in the night While madmen sit up building bombs And making laws and bars They'd like to slam free choice behind us I saw a little lawyer on the tube He said, "It's so easy now, anyone can sue." "Let me show you how your petty aggravations can profit you!" Call for the three great stimulants Of the exhausted ones Artifice, brutality and innocence Artifice and innocence Oh and deep in the night Appetites find us Release us and blind us Deep in the night While madmen sit up building bombs And making laws and bars They're gonna slam free choice behind us Last night I dreamed I saw the planet flicker Great forests fell like buffalo Everything got sicker And to the bitter end Big business bickered And they call for the three great stimulants Of the exhausted ones Artifice, brutality and innocence Artifice and innocence Oh these times, these times Oh these changing times Change in the heart of all mankind Oh these troubled times |
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from Joni Mitchell - The Beginning Of Survival (2004)
I picked the morning paper off the floor
It was full of other people's little wars Wouldn't they like their peace Don't we get bored And we call for the three great stimulants Of the exhausted ones Artifice, brutality and innocence Artifice and innocence No tanks have ever rumbled through these streets and the drone of planes at night has never frightened me I keep the hours and the company that I please And we call for the three great stimulants Of the exhausted ones Artifice, brutality and innocence Artifice and innocence Oh and deep in the night Our appetites find us Release us and bind us Deep in the night While madmen sit up building bombs And making laws and bars They'd like to slam free choice behind us I saw a little lawyer on the tube He said, "It's so easy now, anyone can sue." "Let me show you how your petty aggravations can profit you!" Call for the three great stimulants Of the exhausted ones Artifice, brutality and innocence Artifice and innocence Oh and deep in the night Appetites find us Release us and blind us Deep in the night While madmen sit up building bombs And making laws and bars They're gonna slam free choice behind us Last night I dreamed I saw the planet flicker Great forests fell like buffalo Everything got sicker And to the bitter end Big business bickered And they call for the three great stimulants Of the exhausted ones Artifice, brutality and innocence Artifice and innocence Oh these times, these times Oh these changing times Change in the heart of all mankind Oh these troubled times |
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from Joni Mitchell - Don Juan's Reckless Daughter (1987)
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from Joni Mitchell - Chalk Mark In A Rain Storm (1988)
Study war no more Lay down your arms Study war no more Lay 'em down, lay 'em down now Study war no more Lay down your arms Study war no more Newsreels rattle the Nazi dread-- The able-bodied have shipped away-- Molly McGee gets her tea-leaves read-- You'll be married in a month they say "These leaves are crazy! Look at this town--there's no men left! Just frail old boys and babies Talking to teacher in the treble clef." She plants her garden in the spring She does the winter shovelling Tokyo Rose on the radio She says she's leavin' but she don't go Out of the blue--just passin' thru A young flight sergeant On two weeks leave-- Says "Molly McGee--no one else will do!" And seals the tea-leaf prophecy. Oh these nights are strong and soft-- Private passions and secret storms Nothin' about him ticks her off And he looks so cute in his uniform She plants her garden in the spring He does the winter shovelling But summer's just a sneeze In a long-long-bad-winter cold She says, "I'm leavin' here" but she don't go "Sleep little darlin'! This is your happy home Hiroshima cannot be pardoned! Don't have kids when you get grown. Because, this world is shattered The wise are mourning-- The fools are joking Oh--what does it matter? The wash needs ironing And the fire needs stoking." She plants her garden in the spring He does the winter shovelling The three of 'em laughing 'round the radio She says "I'm leavin' here" but she don't go She plants her garden in the spring They do the winter shovelling They sit up late and watch the Johnny Carson show She says "I'm leavin' here but she don't go |
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from Herbie Hancock - River: The Joni Letters (2007)
Study war no more
Lay down your arms Study war no more Lay 'em down, lay 'em down now Study war no more Lay down your arms Study war no more Newsreels rattle the Nazi dread- The able-bodied have shipped away- Molly McGee gets her tea-leaves read- You'll be married in a month they say "These leaves are crazy! Look at this town-there's no men left! Just frail old boys and babies Talking to teacher in the treble clef." She plants her garden in the spring She does the winter shovelling Tokyo Rose on the radio She says she's leavin' but she don't go Out of the blue-just passin' thru A young flight sergeant On two weeks leave- Says "Molly McGee-no one else will do!" And seals the tea-leaf prophecy. Oh these nights are strong and soft- Private passions and secret storms Nothin' about him ticks her off And he looks so cute in his uniform She plants her garden in the spring He does the winter shovelling But summer's just a sneeze In a long-long-bad-winter cold She says, "I'm leavin' here" but she don't go "Sleep little darlin'! This is your happy home Hiroshima cannot be pardoned! Don't have kids when you get grown. Because, this world is shattered The wise are mourning- The fools are joking Oh-what does it matter? The wash needs ironing And the fire needs stoking." She plants her garden in the spring He does the winter shovelling The three of 'em laughing 'round the radio She says "I'm leavin' here" but she don't go She plants her garden in the spring They do the winter shovelling They sit up late and watch the Johnny Carson show She says "I'm leavin' here but she don't go |
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from Joni Mitchell - Turbulent Indigo (1994)
Let me speak, let me spit out my bitterness--
Born of grief and nights without sleep and festering flesh Do you have eyes? Can you see like mankind sees? Why have you soured and curdled me? Oh you tireless watcher! What have I done to you? That you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true? Once I was blessed; I was awaited like the rain Like eyes for the blind, like feet for the lame Kings heard my words, and they sought out my company But now the janitors of Shadowland flick their brooms at me Oh you tireless watcher! What have I done to you? that you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true? (Antagonists: Man is the sire of sorrow) I've lost all taste for life I'm all complaints Tell me why do you starve the faithful? Why do you crucify the saints? And you let the wicked prosper You let their children frisk like deer And my loves are dead or dying, or they don't come near (Antagonists: We don't despise your chastening God is correcting you) Oh and look who comes to counsel my deep distress Oh, these pompous physicians What carelessness! (Antagonists: Oh all this ranting all this wind Filling our ears with trash) Breathtaking ignorance adding insult to injury! They come blaming and shaming (Antagonists: Evil doer) And shattering me (Antagonists: This vain man wishes to seem wise A man born of asses) Oh you tireless watcher! What have I done to you? That you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true? (Antagonists: We don't despise your chastening) Already on a bed of sighs and screams, And still you torture me with visions You give me terrifying dreams! Better I was carried from the womb straight to the grave. I see the diggers waiting, they're leaning on their spades. (Antagonists: Man is the sire of sorrow Sure as the sparks ascend) Where is hope while you're wondering what went wrong? Why give me light and then this dark without a dawn? (Antagonists: Evil is sweet in your mouth Hiding under your tongue) Show your face! (Antagonists: What a long fall from grace) Help me understand! What is the reason for your heavy hand? (Antagonists: You're stumbling in shadows You have no name now) Was it the sins of my youth? What have I done to you? That you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true? (Antagonists: Oh your guilt must weigh so greatly) Everything I dread and everything I fear come true (Antagonists: Man is the sire of sorrow) Oh you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
Let me speak, let me spit out my bitterness--
Born of grief and nights without sleep and festering flesh Do you have eyes? Can you see like mankind sees? Why have you soured and curdled me? Oh you tireless watcher! What have I done to you? That you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true? Once I was blessed; I was awaited like the rain Like eyes for the blind, like feet for the lame Kings heard my words, and they sought out my company But now the janitors of Shadowland flick their brooms at me Oh you tireless watcher! What have I done to you? that you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true? (Antagonists: Man is the sire of sorrow) I've lost all taste for life I'm all complaints Tell me why do you starve the faithful? Why do you crucify the saints? And you let the wicked prosper You let their children frisk like deer And my loves are dead or dying, or they don't come near (Antagonists: We don't despise your chastening God is correcting you) Oh and look who comes to counsel my deep distress Oh, these pompous physicians What carelessness! (Antagonists: Oh all this ranting all this wind Filling our ears with trash) Breathtaking ignorance adding insult to injury! They come blaming and shaming (Antagonists: Evil doer) And shattering me (Antagonists: This vain man wishes to seem wise A man born of asses) Oh you tireless watcher! What have I done to you? That you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true? (Antagonists: We don't despise your chastening) Already on a bed of sighs and screams, And still you torture me with visions You give me terrifying dreams! Better I was carried from the womb straight to the grave. I see the diggers waiting, they're leaning on their spades. (Antagonists: Man is the sire of sorrow Sure as the sparks ascend) Where is hope while you're wondering what went wrong? Why give me light and then this dark without a dawn? (Antagonists: Evil is sweet in your mouth Hiding under your tongue) Show your face! (Antagonists: What a long fall from grace) Help me understand! What is the reason for your heavy hand? (Antagonists: You're stumbling in shadows You have no name now) Was it the sins of my youth? What have I done to you? That you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true? (Antagonists: Oh your guilt must weigh so greatly) Everything I dread and everything I fear come true (Antagonists: Man is the sire of sorrow) Oh you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
Let me speak, let me spit out my bitterness--
Born of grief and nights without sleep and festering flesh Do you have eyes? Can you see like mankind sees? Why have you soured and curdled me? Oh you tireless watcher! What have I done to you? That you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true? Once I was blessed; I was awaited like the rain Like eyes for the blind, like feet for the lame Kings heard my words, and they sought out my company But now the janitors of Shadowland flick their brooms at me Oh you tireless watcher! What have I done to you? that you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true? (Antagonists: Man is the sire of sorrow) I've lost all taste for life I'm all complaints Tell me why do you starve the faithful? Why do you crucify the saints? And you let the wicked prosper You let their children frisk like deer And my loves are dead or dying, or they don't come near (Antagonists: We don't despise your chastening God is correcting you) Oh and look who comes to counsel my deep distress Oh, these pompous physicians What carelessness! (Antagonists: Oh all this ranting all this wind Filling our ears with trash) Breathtaking ignorance adding insult to injury! They come blaming and shaming (Antagonists: Evil doer) And shattering me (Antagonists: This vain man wishes to seem wise A man born of asses) Oh you tireless watcher! What have I done to you? That you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true? (Antagonists: We don't despise your chastening) Already on a bed of sighs and screams, And still you torture me with visions You give me terrifying dreams! Better I was carried from the womb straight to the grave. I see the diggers waiting, they're leaning on their spades. (Antagonists: Man is the sire of sorrow Sure as the sparks ascend) Where is hope while you're wondering what went wrong? Why give me light and then this dark without a dawn? (Antagonists: Evil is sweet in your mouth Hiding under your tongue) Show your face! (Antagonists: What a long fall from grace) Help me understand! What is the reason for your heavy hand? (Antagonists: You're stumbling in shadows You have no name now) Was it the sins of my youth? What have I done to you? That you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true? (Antagonists: Oh your guilt must weigh so greatly) Everything I dread and everything I fear come true (Antagonists: Man is the sire of sorrow) Oh you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true |
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from Joni Mitchell - Don Juan's Reckless Daughter (1987)
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through all these highs and lows I heard there was no sickness And no toil or danger Just mercy and plenty Where peaceful waters flow Where peaceful waters flow Come all you fair and tender school girls Be careful now--when you court young men They are like the stars On a summer morning They sparkle up the night And they're gone again Daybreak--gone again If I'd only seen through the silky veils of ardor What a killing crime this love can be I would have locked up my heart In a golden sheath of armor And kept its crazy beating Under strictest secrecy High security I wish I had the wings Of Noah's pretty little white dove So I could fly this raging river To reach the one I love But I have no wings And the water is so wide We'll have to row a little harder It's just in dreams we fly In my dreams we fly! |
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from Joni Mitchell - Misses (1996)
This is the reoccurring dream Born in the dreary gap between What we have now And what we wish we could have More fulfilling--and less frustrating! Out of the envy in our eyes Look! Glamorous picture people rise Radiant! Gleaming down from screens and pages Ooh--glamour--before your very eyes! Isn't it true--isn't it true? Good question--I know--who cares Look here they tell you If you had this If you had that Latest styles and colors If we had that for us mmmmm Wouldn't it be fabulous If you had that house, car, bottle, jar Your lovers would look like movie stars Movie stars, movie stars, movie stars Order your youth secrets of the stars Call now--just $9.99 Our discontent is their delight They offer relief for the purchase price Love in a bottle Love on four wheels Is that our new car Charles? Isn't it true--isn't it true? We guarantee it--pick up your phone and dial See here they sell you If you had this If you had that I want a new truck!--More power! If you use this shampoo True love will come to you If you had that house, car, bottle, jar Your lovers would look like movie stars Movie stars, movie stars, movie stars Hollywood's greatest legends Recognize this? Dreamer Soft sexy hair Dream on He's going to love me in this ruby, ruby lipstick Others will notice!--Sexy!--Who cares! Recognize this? Dreamer Latest styles and colors Oh, dream on, dream on, dream on The fashion looks you've been hoping for Sexy--sexy Recognize this? Dreamer So special Dream on We will have happiness in heaven The place you dreamed of retiring to-- Who cares Recognize this? Dreamer I know that glamour is--sexy Oh dream on dreamer What could go wrong? Dream on Who cares! Recognize th |
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from Joni Mitchell - Chalk Mark In A Rain Storm (1988)
This is the reoccurring dream Born in the dreary gap between What we have now And what we wish we could have More fulfilling--and less frustrating! Out of the envy in our eyes Look! Glamorous picture people rise Radiant! Gleaming down from screens and pages Ooh--glamour--before your very eyes! Isn't it true--isn't it true? Good question--I know--who cares Look here they tell you If you had this If you had that Latest styles and colors If we had that for us mmmmm Wouldn't it be fabulous If you had that house, car, bottle, jar Your lovers would look like movie stars Movie stars, movie stars, movie stars Order your youth secrets of the stars Call now--just $9.99 Our discontent is their delight They offer relief for the purchase price Love in a bottle Love on four wheels Is that our new car Charles? Isn't it true--isn't it true? We guarantee it--pick up your phone and dial See here they sell you If you had this If you had that I want a new truck!--More power! If you use this shampoo True love will come to you If you had that house, car, bottle, jar Your lovers would look like movie stars Movie stars, movie stars, movie stars Hollywood's greatest legends Recognize this? Dreamer Soft sexy hair Dream on He's going to love me in this ruby, ruby lipstick Others will notice!--Sexy!--Who cares! Recognize this? Dreamer Latest styles and colors Oh, dream on, dream on, dream on The fashion looks you've been hoping for Sexy--sexy Recognize this? Dreamer So special Dream on We will have happiness in heaven The place you dreamed of retiring to-- Who cares Recognize this? Dreamer I know that glamour is--sexy Oh dream on dreamer What could go wrong? Dream on Who cares! Recognize th |
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from Joni Mitchell - The Beginning Of Survival (2004)
This is the reoccurring dream Born in the dreary gap between What we have now And what we wish we could have More fulfilling--and less frustrating! Out of the envy in our eyes Look! Glamorous picture people rise Radiant! Gleaming down from screens and pages Ooh--glamour--before your very eyes! Isn't it true--isn't it true? Good question--I know--who cares Look here they tell you If you had this If you had that Latest styles and colors If we had that for us mmmmm Wouldn't it be fabulous If you had that house, car, bottle, jar Your lovers would look like movie stars Movie stars, movie stars, movie stars Order your youth secrets of the stars Call now--just $9.99 Our discontent is their delight They offer relief for the purchase price Love in a bottle Love on four wheels Is that our new car Charles? Isn't it true--isn't it true? We guarantee it--pick up your phone and dial See here they sell you If you had this If you had that I want a new truck!--More power! If you use this shampoo True love will come to you If you had that house, car, bottle, jar Your lovers would look like movie stars Movie stars, movie stars, movie stars Hollywood's greatest legends Recognize this? Dreamer Soft sexy hair Dream on He's going to love me in this ruby, ruby lipstick Others will notice!--Sexy!--Who cares! Recognize this? Dreamer Latest styles and colors Oh, dream on, dream on, dream on The fashion looks you've been hoping for Sexy--sexy Recognize this? Dreamer So special Dream on We will have happiness in heaven The place you dreamed of retiring to-- Who cares Recognize this? Dreamer I know that glamour is--sexy Oh dream on dreamer What could go wrong? Dream on Who cares! Recognize th |
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from Joni Mitchell - Ladies Of The Canyon (1970)
The priest sat in the airport bar
He was wearing his father's tie And his eyes looked into my eyes so far Whenever the words ran dry Behind the lash and the circles blue He looked as only a priest can, thru And his eyes said me and his eyes said you And my eyes said, let us try He said, "You wouldn't like it here No it's no place you should share The roof is ripped with hurricanes And the room is always bare I need the wind and I seek the cold" He reached post the wine for my hand to hold And he saw me young and he saw me old And he saw me sitting there Then he took his contradictions out And he splashed them on my brow So which words was I then to doubt When choosing what to vow Should I choose them all-should I make them mine The sermons, the hymns and the valentines And he asked for truth and he asked for time And he asked for only now Now the trials are trumpet scored Oh will we pass the test Or just as one loves more and more Will one love less and less Oh come let's run from this ring we're in Where the Christians clap and the Germans grin Saying let them lose, crying let them win Oh make them both confess |
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from Joni Mitchell - Joni Mitchell (1987)
PENANCE CRANE:
The pirate anchored on a Wednesday And why he came to port I wonder To see a lady so my friends say She dances for the sailors In a smoky cabaret bar underground Down in a cellar in a harbor town I know he told her love was treasure And they would reap the fullest bounty He only comes to port for pleasure So when the winds of morning Blew the curtains in she woke and found he'd gone I saw his sails unfurling Thursday dawn The pirate he will sink you with a kiss He'll steal your heart and sail away THE DANCER: Saturday early we met in the cove near the forest PENANCE: He'll leave you drowning in the flotsam Of a broken promise in the bay THE DANCER: (Dancing we wakened the dawn and the birds into chorus) PENANCE: He came again to see her Yes I think they told me it was Saturday THE DANCER: (Ask Penance Crane she was out in her garden she saw us) PENANCE: I was at sea then I didn't see them I don't believe what you are saying It isn't true I hardly knew him Is this some game that you are playing Go ask the dancer she's the one who saw him last The one who drew him here He hasn't come to me since spring last year There was a time when he would Bring me silks and sandalwood and Persian lace THE DANCER: (Then came another "goodbye" and another "Please don't go") PENANCE: And he would hold me close And tell my sailing stories by the fireplace THE DANCER: (All night I dance and all day I keep watch with my sorrow) PENANCE: I was at sea I tell you I was Nowhere near the mentioned murder place THE DANCER: (Searching for sails that don't come And I guess but I don't know) PENANCE: Go ask the dancer She knows the answer THE DANCER: I don't know PENANCE: She knows the answer THE DANCER: I don't know PENANCE: She knows the answer THE DANCER: I don't know |
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from Joni Mitchell - Night Ride Home (1991)
I want to paint a picture
Botticelli style Instead of Venus on a clam I'd paint this flower child "You are the air my flowers breathe" He calls, and the ladies turn around On the first day of Spring I'm looking at the only joy around He's the only joy around The only joy I found The only joy in town The Spanish steps are crowded Bunch of bodies brooding there Dead pan side-walk vendors Hustling vacant stares Making all the more exceptional This fool in a flower crown On the first day of Spring I'm looking at the only joy in town He's the only joy around The only joy I found The only joy in town The Botticelli black boy With the fuchias in his hair Is breathing in women like oxygen On the Spanish stairs In my youth I would have followed him All through this terra-cotta town On the first day of Spring We'd dance and sing And be the only joy around We'd be the only joy around The only joy in town He's the only joy I've found All day At night these streets are empty Where does everybody go Where are the brash and tender rooms In Roman candle glow Where are Fellini's circus' La Dolce Vita clowns On the first day of Spring I'm looking At the only joy in town He's the only joy around The only joy I found The only joy in town |
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from Joni Mitchell - Turbulent Indigo (1994)
I was an unmarried girl
I'd just turned twenty-seven When they sent me to the sisters For the way men looked at me Branded as a jezebel I knew I was not bound for Heaven I'd be cast in shame Into the Magdalene laundries Most girls come here pregnant Some by their own fathers Bridget got that belly By her parish priest We're trying to get things white as snow All of us woe-begotten-daughters In the streaming stains Of the Magdalene laundries Prostitutes and destitutes And temptresses like me- Fallen women- Sentenced into dreamless drudgery ... Why do they call this heartless place Our Lady of Charity? Oh charity! These bloodless brides of Jesus If they had just once glimpsed their groom Then they'd know, and they'd drop the stones Concealed behind their rosaries They wilt the grass they walk upon They leech the light out of a room They'd like to drive us down the drain At the Magdalene laundries Peg O'Connell died today She was a cheeky girl A flirt They just stuffed her in a hole! Surely to God you'd think at least some bells should ring! One day I'm going to die here too And they'll plant me in the dirt Like some lame bulb That never blooms come any spring Not any spring No, not any spring Not any spring |
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from Joni Mitchell - Misses (1996)
I was an unmarried girl I'd just turned twenty-seven When they sent me to the sisters For the way men looked at me Branded as a jezebel I knew I was not bound for Heaven I'd be cast in shame Into the Magdalene laundries Most girls come here pregnant Some by their own fathers Bridget got that belly By her parish priest We're trying to get things white as snow All of us woe-begotten-daughters In the streaming stains Of the Magdalene laundries Prostitutes and destitutes And temptresses like me- Fallen women- Sentenced into dreamless drudgery ... Why do they call this heartless place Our Lady of Charity? Oh charity! These bloodless brides of Jesus If they had just once glimpsed their groom Then they'd know, and they'd drop the stones Concealed behind their rosaries They wilt the grass they walk upon They leech the light out of a room They'd like to drive us down the drain At the Magdalene laundries Peg O'Connell died today She was a cheeky girl A flirt They just stuffed her in a hole! Surely to God you'd think at least some bells should ring! One day I'm going to die here too And they'll plant me in the dirt Like some lame bulb That never blooms come any spring Not any spring No, not any spring Not any spring |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe "You laugh," he said, "You think you're immune, Go look at your eyes, they're full of moon You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you All those pretty lies, pretty lies When you gonna realize they're only pretty lies Only pretty lies, just pretty lies" He put a quarter in the Wurlitzer And he pushed three buttons and the thing began to whirr And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie And she said, "Drink up now it's gettin' on time to close" "Richard you haven't really changed," I said, "It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head You got tombs in your eyes, but the songs you punched are dreaming Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet When you gonna go get yourself back on your feet? Oh love can be so sweet, love so sweet." Richard got married to a figure skater And he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator And he drinks at home now most nights with the TV on And all the house lights left up bright I'm gonna blow this damn candle out I don't want nobody comin' over to my table I got nothing to talk to anybody about All good dreamers pass this way some day Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes, dark cafes Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings and fly away Only a phase, these dark cafe days. |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe "You laugh," he said, "You think you're immune, Go look at your eyes, they're full of moon You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you All those pretty lies, pretty lies When you gonna realize they're only pretty lies Only pretty lies, just pretty lies" He put a quarter in the Wurlitzer And he pushed three buttons and the thing began to whirr And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie And she said, "Drink up now it's gettin' on time to close" "Richard you haven't really changed," I said, "It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head You got tombs in your eyes, but the songs you punched are dreaming Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet When you gonna go get yourself back on your feet? Oh love can be so sweet, love so sweet." Richard got married to a figure skater And he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator And he drinks at home now most nights with the TV on And all the house lights left up bright I'm gonna blow this damn candle out I don't want nobody comin' over to my table I got nothing to talk to anybody about All good dreamers pass this way some day Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes, dark cafes Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings and fly away Only a phase, these dark cafe days. |
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from Joni Mitchell - Blue (1971)
The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68,
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe You laugh, he said you think you're immune, go look at your eyes They're full of moon You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you All those pretty lies, pretty lies When you gonna realise they're only pretty lies Only pretty lies, just pretty lies He put a quarter in the Wurlitzer, and he pushed Three buttons and the thing began to whirr And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie And she said "Drink up now it's gettin' on time to close." "Richard, you haven't really changed," I said It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head You got tombs in your eyes, but the songs You punched are dreaming Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet When you gonna get yourself back on your feet? Oh and love can be so sweet, love so sweet Richard got married to a figure skater And he bought her a dishwasher and a Coffee percolator And he drinks at home now most nights with the TV on And all the house lights left up bright I'm gonna blow this damn candle out I don't want Nobody comin' over to my table I got nothing to talk to anybody about All good dreamers pass this way some day Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes Dark cafes Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings And fly away Only a phase, these dark cafe days |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe "You laugh," he said, "You think you're immune, Go look at your eyes, they're full of moon You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you All those pretty lies, pretty lies When you gonna realize they're only pretty lies Only pretty lies, just pretty lies" He put a quarter in the Wurlitzer And he pushed three buttons and the thing began to whirr And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie And she said, "Drink up now it's gettin' on time to close" "Richard you haven't really changed," I said, "It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head You got tombs in your eyes, but the songs you punched are dreaming Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet When you gonna go get yourself back on your feet? Oh love can be so sweet, love so sweet." Richard got married to a figure skater And he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator And he drinks at home now most nights with the TV on And all the house lights left up bright I'm gonna blow this damn candle out I don't want nobody comin' over to my table I got nothing to talk to anybody about All good dreamers pass this way some day Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes, dark cafes Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings and fly away Only a phase, these dark cafe days. |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68,
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe You laugh, he said you think you're immune, go look at your eyes They're full of moon You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you All those pretty lies, pretty lies When you gonna realise they're only pretty lies Only pretty lies, just pretty lies He put a quarter in the Wurlitzer, and he pushed Three buttons and the thing began to whirr And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie And she said "Drink up now it's gettin' on time to close." "Richard, you haven't really changed," I said It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head You got tombs in your eyes, but the songs You punched are dreaming Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet When you gonna get yourself back on your feet? Oh and love can be so sweet, love so sweet Richard got married to a figure skater And he bought her a dishwasher and a Coffee percolator And he drinks at home now most nights with the TV on And all the house lights left up bright I'm gonna blow this damn candle out I don't want Nobody comin' over to my table I got nothing to talk to anybody about All good dreamers pass this way some day Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes Dark cafes Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings And fly away Only a phase, these dark cafe days |
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from Joni Mitchell - The Hissing Of Summer Lawns (1987)
Rousseau walks on trumpet paths
Safaris to the heart of all that jazz Through I bars and girders-through wires and pipes The mathematic circuits of the modern nights Through huts, through Harlem, through jails and gospel pews Through the class on Park and the trash on Vine Through Europe and the deep deep heart of Dixie blue Through savage progress cuts the jungle line In a low-cut blouse she brings the beer Rousseau paints a jungle flower behind her ear Those cannibals-of shuck and jive They'll eat a working girl like her alive With his hard-edged eye and his steady hand He paints the cellar full of ferns and orchid vines And he hangs a moon above a five-piece band He hangs it up above the jungle line The jungle line, the jungle line Screaming in a ritual of sound and time Floating, drifting on the air-conditioned wind And drooling for a taste of something smuggled in Pretty women funneled through valves and smoke Coy and bitchy, wild and fine And charging elephants and chanting slaving boats Charging, chanting down the jungle line There's a poppy wreath on a soldier's tomb There's a poppy snake in a dressing room Poppy poison-poppy tourniquet It slithers away on brass like mouthpiece spit And metal skin and ivory birds Go steaming up to Rousseau's vines They go steaming up to Brooklyn Bridge Steaming, steaming, steaming up the jungle line |
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from Joni Mitchell - The Hissing Of Summer Lawns (1987)
He bought her a diamond for her throat
He put her in a ranch house on a hill She could see the valley barbecues From her window sill See the blue pools in the squinting sun Hear the hissing of summer lawns He put up a barbed wire fence To keep out the unknown And on every metal thorn Just a little blood of his own She patrols that fence of his To a latin drum And the hissing of summer lawns Darkness Wonder makes it easy Darkness With a joyful mask Darkness Tube's gone, darkness, darkness, darkness No color no contrast A diamond dog Carrying a cup and a cane Looking through a double glass Looking at too much pride and too much shame There's a black fly buzzing There's a heat wave burning in her master's voice Hissing summer lawns He gave her his darkness to regret And good reason to quit him He gave her a roomful of Chippendale That nobody sits in Still she stays with a love of some kind It's the lady's choice The hissing of summer lawns |
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from Joni Mitchell - Clouds (1969)
When I first saw your gallery
I liked the ones of ladies Then you began to hang up me You studied to portray me In ice and greens And old blue jeans And naked in the roses Then you got into funny scenes That all your work discloses "Lady, don't love me now I am dead I am a saint, turn down your bed I have no heart," that's what you said You said, "I can be cruel But let me be gentle with you" Somewhere in a magazine I found a page about you I see that now it's Josephine Who cannot be without you I keep your house in fit repair I dust the portraits daily Your mail comes here from everywhere The writing looks like ladies' "Lady, please love me now, I am dead I am a saint, turn down your bed I have no heart," that's what you said You said, "I can be cruel But let me be gentle with you" I gave you all my pretty years Then we began to weather And I was left to winter here While you went west for pleasure And now you're flying bock this way Like some lost homing pigeon They've monitored your brain, you say And changed you with religion "Lady, please love me now I was dead I am no saint, turn down your bed Lady, have you no heart," that's what you said Well, I can be cruel But let me be gentle with you When I first saw your gallery I liked the ones of ladies But now their faces follow me And all their eyes look shady |
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from Joni Mitchell - Clouds (1969)
And so once again
My dear Johnny my dear friend And so once again you are fightin' us all And when I ask you why You raise your sticks and cry, and I fall Oh, my friend How did you come To trade the fiddle for the drum You say I have turned Like the enemies you've earned But I can remember All the good things you are And so I ask you please Can I help you find the peace and the star Oh, my friend What time is this To trade the handshake for the fist And so once again Oh, America my friend And so once again You are fighting us all And when we ask you why You raise your sticks and cry and we fall Oh, my friend How did you come To trade the fiddle for the drum You say we have turned Like the enemies you've earned But we can remember All the good things you are And so we ask you please Can we help you find the peace and the star Oh my friend We have all come To fear the beating of your drum |
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from Joni Mitchell - Shadows And Light [live] (1980)
I'm down to a roll of dimes
I'm stalking the slot that's hot I keep hearing bells all around me Jingling in the lucky jackpot They keep you tantalized They keep you reaching for your wallet Here in fool's paradise I talked to a cat from Des Moines He said he ran a cleaning plant That cat was clanking with coin Well, he must have had a genie in a lamp Cause every time I dropped a dime I blew it He kept ringing bells nothing to it.. He got three oranges, three lemons Three cherries, three plums I'm losing my taste for fruit Watching the dry cleaner do it Like Midas in a polyester suit It's all luck, it's just luck You get a little lucky and you make a little money I followed him down the strip He picked out a booth at Circus Circus Where the cowgirls fill the room with their big balloons The Cleaner was pitching with purpose. He had Dinos and Pooh Bears And lions, pink and blue there He couldn't lose there Des Moines was stacking the chips Raking off the tables Ringing the bandit's bells This is a story that's a drag to tell (In some ways) Since I lost every dime I laid on the line But the cleaner from Des Moines Could put a coin In the door of a John And get twenty for one It's just luck |
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from Joni Mitchell - Mingus (1987)
I'm down to a roll of dimes
I'm stalking the slot that's hot I keep hearing bells all around me Jingling in the lucky jackpot They keep you tantalized They keep you reaching for your wallet Here in fool's paradise I talked to a cat from Des Moines He said he ran a cleaning plant That cat was clanking with coin Well, he must have had a genie in a lamp Cause every time I dropped a dime I blew it He kept ringing bells nothing to it.. He got three oranges, three lemons Three cherries, three plums I'm losing my taste for fruit Watching the dry cleaner do it Like Midas in a polyester suit It's all luck, it's just luck You get a little lucky and you make a little money I followed him down the strip He picked out a booth at Circus Circus Where the cowgirls fill the room with their big balloons The Cleaner was pitching with purpose. He had Dinos and Pooh Bears And lions, pink and blue there He couldn't lose there Des Moines was stacking the chips Raking off the tables Ringing the bandit's bells This is a story that's a drag to tell (In some ways) Since I lost every dime I laid on the line But the cleaner from Des Moines Could put a coin In the door of a John And get twenty for one It's just luck |
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from Joni Mitchell - Joni Mitchell (1987)
Peridots and periwinkle blue medallions
Gilded galleons spilled across the ocean floor Treasure somewhere in the sea and he will find where Never mind their questions there's no answer for The roll of the harbor wake The songs that the rigging makes The taste of the spray he takes And he learns to give He aches and he learns to live He stakes all his silver On a promise to be free Mermaids live in colonies All his seadreams come to me City satins left at home I will not need them I believe him when he tells of loving me Something truthful in the sea your lies will find you Leave behind your streets he said and come to me Come down from the neon nights Come down from the tourist sights Run down till the rain delights you You do not hide Sunlight will renew your pride Skin white by skin golden Like a promise to be free Dolphins playing in the sea All his seadreams come to me Seabird I have seen you fly above the pilings I am smiling at your circles in the air I will come and sit by you while he lies sleeping Fold your fleet wings I have brought some dreams to share A dream that you love someone A dream that the wars are done A dream that you tell no one but the grey sea They'll say that you're crazy And a dream of a baby Like a promise to be free Children laughing out to sea All his seadreams come to me |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
Peridots and periwinkle blue medallions
Gilded galleons spilled across the ocean floor Treasure somewhere in the sea and he will find where Never mind their questions there's no answer for The roll of the harbor wake The songs that the rigging makes The taste of the spray he takes And he learns to give He aches and he learns to live He stakes all his silver On a promise to be free Mermaids live in colonies All his seadreams come to me City satins left at home I will not need them I believe him when he tells of loving me Something truthful in the sea your lies will find you Leave behind your streets he said and come to me Come down from the neon nights Come down from the tourist sights Run down till the rain delights you You do not hide Sunlight will renew your pride Skin white by skin golden Like a promise to be free Dolphins playing in the sea All his seadreams come to me Seabird I have seen you fly above the pilings I am smiling at your circles in the air I will come and sit by you while he lies sleeping Fold your fleet wings I have brought some dreams to share A dream that you love someone A dream that the wars are done A dream that you tell no one but the grey sea They'll say that you're crazy And a dream of a baby Like a promise to be free Children laughing out to sea All his seadreams come to me |
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from Joni Mitchell - Taming The Tiger (1998)
It was a dark and a stormy night
Everyone was at the wing-ding They weren't the wing-ding type So they went up on the train bridge Where the weather was howling And oh, oh, my my When that train comes rolling by No paper thin walls, no folks above No one else can hear The crazy cries of love They were laughing, they were dancing in the rain They knew their love was a strong one When they heard the far off whistle of a train They were hoping it was going to be a long one Cuz oh, oh, my my When that train comes rolling by No paper thin walls, no folks above No one else can hear The crazy cries of love In the back booth of an all night cafe Two dripping raincoats are hanging Outside in the weather The shade on the streetlight is clanging And they smile ear to ear and eye to eye Ice cream is melting on a piece of pie Oh, my my No one else can hear The cries of love Every kiss was sweet and strong Every touch was totally tandem As the train come a-rumbling along They sang a lover's song of wild abandon And oh, oh, my my When that train comes rolling by No paper thin walls, no folks above No one else can hear The crazy cries of love No paper thin walls, no folks above No one else can hear The crazy cries of love |
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from Joni Mitchell - Ladies Of The Canyon (1970)
Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar Fearful when the sky was full of thunder And tearful at the falling of a star And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look Behind from where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game Then the child moved ten times round the seasons Skated over ten clear frozen streams Words like when you're older must appease him And promises of someday make his dreams And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look Behind from where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town And they tell him take your time it won't be long now Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look Behind from where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true There'll be new dreams maybe better dreams and plenty Before the last revolving year is through And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look Behind from where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game And go round and round and round In the circle game |
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from Joni Mitchell - Hits (1996)
Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar Fearful when the sky was full of thunder And tearful at the falling of a star Then the child moved ten times round the seasons Skated over ten clear frozen streams Words like, when you're older, must appease him And promises of someday make his dreams And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town And they tell him, Take your time, it won't be long now Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true There'll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty Before the last revolving year is through And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return, we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar Fearful when the sky was full of thunder And tearful at the falling of a star And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look Behind from where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game Then the child moved ten times round the seasons Skated over ten clear frozen streams Words like when you're older must appease him And promises of someday make his dreams And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look Behind from where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town And they tell him take your time it won't be long now Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look Behind from where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true There'll be new dreams maybe better dreams and plenty Before the last revolving year is through And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look Behind from where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game And go round and round and round In the circle game |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar Fearful when the sky was full of thunder And tearful at the falling of a star And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look Behind from where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game Then the child moved ten times round the seasons Skated over ten clear frozen streams Words like when you're older must appease him And promises of someday make his dreams And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look Behind from where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town And they tell him take your time it won't be long now Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look Behind from where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true There'll be new dreams maybe better dreams and plenty Before the last revolving year is through And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look Behind from where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game And go round and round and round In the circle game |
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from Joni Mitchell - The Hissing Of Summer Lawns (1987)
Down in the cellar in the Boho zone
I went looking for some sweet inspiration, oh well Just another hard-time band With Negro affectations I was a hopeful in rooms like this When I was working cheap It's an old romance-the Boho dance It hasn't gone to sleep But even on the scuffle The cleaner's press was in my jeans And any eye for detail Caught a little lace along the seams And you were in the parking lot Subterranean by your own design The virtue of your style inscribed On your contempt for mine Jesus was a beggar, he was rich in grace And Solomon kept his head in all his glory It's just that some steps outside the Boho dance Have a fascination for me A camera pans the cocktail hour Behind a blind of potted palms And finds a lady in a Paris dress With runs in her nylons You read those books where luxury Comes as a guest to take a slave Books where artists in noble poverty Go like virgins to the grave Don't you get sensitive on me 'Cause I know you're just too proud You couldn't step outside the Boho dance now Even if good fortune allowed Like a priest with a pornographic watch Looking and longing on the sly Sure it's stricken from your uniform But you can't get it out of your eyes Nothing is capsulized in me On either side of town The streets were never really mine Not mine these glamour gowns |
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from A Tribute To Joni Mitchell [tribute] (2007)
Down in the cellar in the Boho zone
I went looking for some sweet inspiration, oh well Just another hard time band with Negro affectations I was a hopeful in rooms like this When I was working cheap It's an old romance, the Boho dance Hasn't gone to sleep But even on the scuffle The cleaner's press was in my jeans And any eye for detail Caught a little lace along the seams And you were in the parking lot Subterranean by your own design The virtue of your style inscribed On your contempt for mine Jesus was a beggar, He was rich in grace And Solomon kept His head in all His glory It's just that some steps outside the Boho dance Have a fascination for me A camera pans the cocktail hour Behind a blind of potted palms And finds a lady in a Paris dress With runs in her nylons You read those books where luxury Comes as a guest to take a slave Books where artists in noble poverty Go like virgins to the grave Don't you get sensitive on me 'Cause I know you're just too proud You couldn't step outside the Boho dance now Even if good fortune allowed Like a priest with a pornographic watch Looking and longing on the sly Sure it's stricken from your uniform But you can't get it out of your eyes Nothing is capsulized in me On either side of town The streets were never really mine Not mine, not mine, these glamor gowns |
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from Joni Mitchell - Chalk Mark In A Rain Storm (1988)
I met a young soldier He said his name was Killer Kyle He was shakin' all over Like a night-frightened child This is his story It's a tough one for me to sing Hard as the squawk and the flap And the beat of--the beat of black wings "They gave me a gun," he said "They gave me a mission For the power and the glory-- Propaganda--piss on 'em There's a war zone inside me-- I can feel things exploding-- I can't even hear the fucking music playing For the beat of--the beat of black wings." He said, "I never had nothin'-- Nothin' I could believe in My girl killed our unborn child Without even grievin'! I put my hands on her belly To feel the kid kickin'--damn! She'd been to some clinic Oh--the beat of black wings." "They want you--they need you-- They train you to kill-- To be a pin on some map-- Some vicarious thrill-- The old hate the young That's the whole heartless thing The old pick the wars We die in 'em To the beat of--the beat of black wings." There's a man drawing pictures On the sidewalk with chalk Just as fast as he draws 'em Rain come down and wash 'em off "Keep the drinks comin' girl 'Til I can't feel anything I'm just a chalk mark in a rainstorm I'm just the beat of black wings." |
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from Joni Mitchell - Misses (1996)
I met a young soldier He said his name was Killer Kyle He was shakin' all over Like a night-frightened child This is his story It's a tough one for me to sing Hard as the squawk and the flap And the beat ofthe beat of black wings - 간 주 중 - "They gave me a gun," he said "They gave me a mission For the power and the glory Propagandapiss on 'em There's a war zone inside me I can feel things exploding I can't even hear the fucking music playing For the beat ofthe beat of black wings." - 연 주 중 - He said, "I never had nothin' Nothin' I could believe in My girl killed our unborn child Without even grievin'! I put my hands on her belly To feel the kid kickin'damn! She'd been to some clinic Ohthe beat of black wings." - 연 주 중 - "They want youthey need you They train you to kill To be a pin on some map Some vicarious thrill The old hate the young That's the whole heartless thing The old pick the wars We die in 'em To the beat ofthe beat of black wings." - 연 주 중 - There's a man drawing pictures On the sidewalk with chalk Just as fast as he draws 'em Rain come down and wash 'em off "Keep the drinks comin' girl 'Til I can't feel anything I'm just a chalk mark in a rainstorm I'm just the beat of black wings." |
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from Joni Mitchell - The Beginning Of Survival (2004)
I met a young soldier He said his name was Killer Kyle He was shakin' all over Like a night-frightened child This is his story It's a tough one for me to sing Hard as the squawk and the flap And the beat of--the beat of black wings "They gave me a gun," he said "They gave me a mission For the power and the glory-- Propaganda--piss on 'em There's a war zone inside me-- I can feel things exploding-- I can't even hear the fucking music playing For the beat of--the beat of black wings." He said, "I never had nothin'-- Nothin' I could believe in My girl killed our unborn child Without even grievin'! I put my hands on her belly To feel the kid kickin'--damn! She'd been to some clinic Oh--the beat of black wings." "They want you--they need you-- They train you to kill-- To be a pin on some map-- Some vicarious thrill-- The old hate the young That's the whole heartless thing The old pick the wars We die in 'em To the beat of--the beat of black wings." There's a man drawing pictures On the sidewalk with chalk Just as fast as he draws 'em Rain come down and wash 'em off "Keep the drinks comin' girl 'Til I can't feel anything I'm just a chalk mark in a rainstorm I'm just the beat of black wings." |
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from Joni Mitchell - Ladies Of The Canyon (1970)
You could have been more
Than a name on the door On the thirty-third floor in the air More than a credit card Swimming pool in the backyard While you still have the time you could get away and find A better life, you know the grind Is so ungrateful Racing cars, Whisky bars No one cares who you really are You're the keeper of the cards Yes I know it gets hard Keeping the wheels turning And the wife she keeps the keys She is so pleased to be A part of the arrangment You could have been more than a name on the door On the thirty-third floor in the air More than a consumer Lying in some room trying to die More than a credit card Swimming pool in the backyard You could have been more You could have been more You could have been more |
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from Joni Mitchell - Misses (1996)
You could have been more Than a name on the door On the thirty-third floor in the air More than a credit card Swimming pool in the backyard While you still have the time You could get away and find A better life, you know the grind Is so ungrateful Racing cars, whisky bars No one cares who you really are You're the keeper of the cards Yes I know it gets hard Keeping the wheels turning And the wife she keeps the keys She is so pleased to be A part of the arrangement You could have been more Than a name on the door On the thirty-third floor in the air More than a consumer Lying in some roam trying to die More than a credit card Swimming pool in the backyard You could have been more than a name on the door You could have been more than a name on the door You could have been more You could have been more You could have been more |
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from Joni Mitchell - Clouds (1969)
I met you on a midway at a fair last year
And you stood out like a ruby in a black man's ear You were playing on the horses, you were playing on the guitar strings You were playing like a devil wearing wings, wearing wings You looked so grand wearing wings Do you tape them to your shoulders just to sing Can you fly I heard you can! Can you fly Like an eagle doin' your hunting from the sky I followed with the sideshows to another town And I found you in a trailer on the camping grounds You were betting on some lover, you were shaking up the dice And I thought I saw you cheating once or twice, once or twice I heard your bid once or twice Were you wondering was the gamble worth the price Pack it in I heard you did! Pack it in Was it hard to fold a hand you knew could win So lately you've been hiding - it was somewhere in the news And I'm still at these races with my ticket stubs and my blues And a voice calls out the numbers, and it sometimes mentions mine And I feel like I've been working overtime, overtime I've lost my fire overtime Always playin' one more hand for one more dime Slowin' down I'm gettin' tired! Slowin' down And I envy you the valley that you've found 'Cause I'm midway down the midway Slowin' down, down, down, down |
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from Joni Mitchell - Dog Eat Dog (1985)
Front rooms
Back rooms Slide into tables Crowd into bathrooms Joke around Cheap talk Deep talk Talk, talk, talk around the clock Crawl home Lie down Teeth chatter Heart pounds I don't feel so good I don't feel so good Push a button to escape Preacher on the tube crying "Lord!" There's evil in this land Evangelist: "Rock and roll music!" "Cast down these dope-fiends And there noisy bands!" "Damn their souls!" Preacher preaching love like vengeance Preaching love like hate Calling for large donations Promising estates Rolling lawns and angel bands Behind the pearly gates You know, he will have his in this life But yours will have to wait He's immaculately tax free "Mulitiple hundreds of thousands of ..." Tax free "Hundreds and millions of dollars" Tax free "A hundred billion dollars! And who is paying the price? Who, who "Your children are" Pissed off Jacked up Scream into the mike Spit into the loving cup Strut like a rooster March like a man God's hired hands and the devil bands Packing the same grandstands Different clothes "Pot in their pockets!" Different hair "Sexually active" Raise a screaming guitar or a bible in the air Theatre of anguish Theatre of glory God's hired hands and the devil bands Oh come let us adore---ME! Lord, there's danger in this land You get witch-hunts and wars When church and state hold hands Fuck it! Tonight I'm going dancing With the drag queens and the punks Big beat deliver me From this sanctimonious skunk We're no flaming angels And he's not heaven sent How can he speak for the Prince of Peace When he's hawk-right militant And he's immaculately tax free "Our nation has lost its guts!" Save me "Our nation has lost its strength" Tax free "Our nation has whimpered and cried" Save me "And petted the Castros" Tax free "The Khomeinis' and the Kaddafis'" Save me "For so long" Tax free "That we don't know how to act like a man" Save me "I think that we should turn the United States Marines loose on that little island south of Florida and stop that problem!" "I am preachin' love, I am!" |
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from Joni Mitchell - The Beginning Of Survival (2004)
Front rooms
Back rooms Slide into tables Crowd into bathrooms Joke around Cheap talk Deep talk Talk, talk, talk around the clock Crawl home Lie down Teeth chatter Heart pounds I don't feel so good I don't feel so good Push a button to escape Preacher on the tube crying "Lord!" There's evil in this land Evangelist: "Rock and roll music!" "Cast down these dope-fiends And there noisy bands!" "Damn their souls!" Preacher preaching love like vengeance Preaching love like hate Calling for large donations Promising estates Rolling lawns and angel bands Behind the pearly gates You know, he will have his in this life But yours will have to wait He's immaculately tax free "Mulitiple hundreds of thousands of ..." Tax free "Hundreds and millions of dollars" Tax free "A hundred billion dollars! And who is paying the price? Who, who "Your children are" Pissed off Jacked up Scream into the mike Spit into the loving cup Strut like a rooster March like a man God's hired hands and the devil bands Packing the same grandstands Different clothes "Pot in their pockets!" Different hair "Sexually active" Raise a screaming guitar or a bible in the air Theatre of anguish Theatre of glory God's hired hands and the devil bands Oh come let us adore---ME! Lord, there's danger in this land You get witch-hunts and wars When church and state hold hands Fuck it! Tonight I'm going dancing With the drag queens and the punks Big beat deliver me From this sanctimonious skunk We're no flaming angels And he's not heaven sent How can he speak for the Prince of Peace When he's hawk-right militant And he's immaculately tax free "Our nation has lost its guts!" Save me "Our nation has lost its strength" Tax free "Our nation has whimpered and cried" Save me "And petted the Castros" Tax free "The Khomeinis' and the Kaddafis'" Save me "For so long" Tax free "That we don't know how to act like a man" Save me "I think that we should turn the United States Marines loose on that little island south of Florida and stop that problem!" "I am preachin' love, I am!" |
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from Joni Mitchell - Taming The Tiger (1998)
I stepped outside to breathe the air
And stare up at the stars Big dipper hanging there Over the rented car Over the rented car I'm a runaway from the record biz From the hoods in the hood and the whiny white kids Boring! The old man is snoring And I'm taming the tiger (You can't tame the tiger) Tiger, tiger burning bright Nice, kitty kitty Tiger, tiger burning bright Sophia says "It's hard to catch And harder still to ride The time to watch the beast the best Is when it's purring at your side" Purring at your side Accolades and honors One false move and you're a goner Boring! The old man is snoring And I'm taming the tiger (You can't tame the tiger) Tiger, tiger burning bright Nice, kitty kitty Tiger, tiger burning bright In the forest of the night The moon shed light On my hopeless plight As the radio blared so bland Every disc, a poker chip Every song just a one night stand Formula music, girly guile Genuine junkfood for juveniles Up and down the dial Mercenary style I watched the stars chuck down their spears And a plane went blinking by And I thought of Anna Wild and dear Like fireworks in the sky Fireworks in the sky I'm so sick of this game It's hip, it's hot Life's too short, the whole thing's gotten Boring! The old man is snoring And I'm taming the tiger (You can't tame the tiger) Tiger, tiger burning bright Nice, kitty kitty (Boring!) Tiger, tiger burning bright (You can't tame the tiger) Oh, be nice, kitty kitty (Boring!) Tiger, tiger burning bright Nice, kitty kitty (Boring, boring!) Tiger, tiger burning bright (Fight to the light, fight to the light) In the forest of the night |
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from Joni Mitchell - Don Juan's Reckless Daughter (1987)
There was a moon and a street lamp
I didn't know I drank such a lot 'Till I pissed a tequila-anaconda The full length of the parking lot! Oh, I talk too loose Again I talk too open and free I pay a high price for my open talking Like you do for your silent mystery Come and talk to me Please talk to me Talk to me, talk to me Mr. Mystery We could talk about Martha We could talk about landscapes I'm not above gossip But I'll sit on a secret where honor is at stake! Or we could talk about power About Jesus and Hitler and Howard Hughes Or Charlie Chaplin's movies Or Bergman's nordic blues Please just talk to me Any old theme you choose Just come and talk to me Mr. Mystery, talk to me You could talk like a fool-I'd listen You could talk like a sage Anyway the best of my mind All goes down on the strings and the page That mind picks up all these pictures It still gets my feet up to dance Even though it's covered with keyloids From the "slings and arrows of outrageous romance" I stole that from Willy the Shake! You know--"Neither a borrower nor a lender be" Romeo, Romeo talk to me! Is your silence that golden? Are you comfortable in it? Is it the key to your freedom Or is it the bars on your prison? Are you gagged by your ribbons? Are you really exclusive or just miserly? You spend every sentence as if it was marked currency! Come and spend some on me-- Shut me up and talk to me! I'm always talking! Chicken squawking! Please talk to me |
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from Joni Mitchell - Mingus (1987)
I almost closed the door
Cancelled on everything we opened up for Tonight the shadows had their say Their sad notions of the way Things really are Damn these blues! They'd turn my heart against you Since I was fool enough To find romance I'm trying to convince myself This is just a dance! We move in measures Through loves' changing faces Needy and nonchalant Greedy and gracious Through petty dismissals And grand embraces Like it was only a dance! We are survivors Some get broken Some get mended Some can't surrender They're too well defended Some get lucky Some are blessed And some pretend This is only a dance! We're dancing fools You and me Tonight it's a dance of insecurity It's my solo While you're away Shadows have the saddest thing to say Love We can't live without it Why do we go out and get it Just to turn around and doubt it LIke we're scared to care It's hard to talk about it Aw--it's only a dance Tonight the shadows had their say There's a sucker born a day I heard them say Born to lose Am I a sucker to love you? You're such a sweet love You're a proud man You're a treasure Time passes gracefully Living can be such a pleasure You make it easy to take it in measures Like it was only a dance! We're dancing fools You and me Tonight it's a dance of insecurity It's my solo Blue way And shadows have the saddest things to say We are survivors Some get broken Some get mended Some can't surrender They're too well defended Some get lucky Some are blessed And some pretend It's only a dance! |
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from Joni Mitchell - The Hissing Of Summer Lawns (1987)
Out on some borderline
Some mark of inbetween I lay down golden-in time And woke up vanishing Sweet bird you are Briefer than a falling star All these vain promises on beauty jars Somewhere with your wings on time You must be laughing Behind our eyes Calendars of our lives Circled with compromise Sweet bird of time and change You must be laughing Up on your feathers laughing Golden in time Cities under the sand Power, ideals and beauty Fading in everyone's hand Give me some time I feel like I'm losing mine Out here on this horizon line With the earth spinning And the sky forever rushing No one knows They can never get that close Guesses at most Guesses based on what each set of time and change is touching Guesses based on what each set of time and change is touching Guesses based on what each set of time and change is touching |
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from Joni Mitchell - Turbulent Indigo (1994)
She pulls the shade;
It's just another sunny Sunday She dodges the light like Blanche DuBois Bright colors fade away on such a sunny Sunday; She waits for the night to fall Then she points a pistol through the door And she aims at the streetlight While the freeway hisses Dogs bark as the gun falls to the floor The streetlight's still burning; She always misses But the day she hits That's the day she'll leave That one little victory, that's all she needs! She pulls the shade; It's just another sunny Monday She waits for the night to fall |
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from Joni Mitchell - Shine (2007)
Strong and wrong you win--
Only because That's the way its always been. Men love war! That's what history' s for. History... A mass--murder mystery... His story Strong and wrong You lose everything Without the heart You need To hear a robin sing Where have all the songbirds gone? Gone! All I hear are crows in flight Singing might is right Might is right! Oh the dawn of man comes slow Thousands of years And here we are... Still worshiping Our own ego Strong and wrong What is God's will? Onward Christian soldiers... Or thou shall not kill... Men love war! Is that what God is for? Just a Rabbit's foot? Just a lucky paw For shock and awe? Shock and awe! The dawn of man comes slow Thousands of years Here we are Still worshiping Our own ego Strong and Wrong! Strong and Wrong! |
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from Joni Mitchell - Both Sides Now (2000)
Don't know why
There's no sun up in the sky Stormy weather Since my man and I ain't together Keeps rainin' all of the time Life is bare Gloom and misery everywhere Stormy weather Just can't get my poor self together I'm weary all the time All the time So weary all of the time When you went away The blues stepped up and met me If he's gone to stay That old rocking chair's going to get me Every night I pray That the Lord above will let me Walk in the sunlight once more I can't go on Everything I had is gone Stormy weather Since my man and I ain't together Keeps rainin' all of the time Keeps rainin' all of the time |
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from Joni Mitchell - Taming The Tiger (1998)
This is really something
People will be envious But our roles aren't clear So we musn't rush Still, we're burning brightly Clinging like fire to fuel I'm grinning like a fool Stay in touch We should stay in touch Oh! Stay in touch In touch Part of this is permanent Part of this is passing So we must be loyal and wary Not to give away too much Til we build a firm foundation And empty out old habits Old habits Stay in touch We should stay in touch Oh! Stay in touch In touch During times like these The wise or influential They can bear the imperfections They can keep the money No doubt about it No doubt that's essential No doubt that's always been a tricky one for me So, we should just surrender Let fate and duty shape us Let light hearts remake us Let the worries hush In the middle of this continent In the middle of our time on Earth We perceive one another Stay in touch We should stay in touch Oh! Stay in touch In touch |
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from Joni Mitchell - Clouds (1969)
Through the windless wells of wonder
By the throbbing light machine In a tea leaf trance or under Orders from the king and queen Songs to aging children come Aging children, I am one People hurry by so quickly Don't they hear the melodies In the chiming and the clicking And the laughing harmonies Songs to aging children come Aging children, I am one Some come dark and strange like dying Crows and ravens whistling Lines of weeping, strings of crying So much said in listening Songs to aging children come Aging children, I am one Does the moon play only silver When it strums the galaxy Dying roses will they will their Perfumed rhapsodies to me Songs to aging children came This is one |
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from Joni Mitchell - Joni Mitchell (1987)
Fly silly seabird
No dreams can possess you No voices can blame you For sun on your wings My gentle relations Have names they must call me For loving the freedom Of all flying things My dreams with the seagulls fly Out of reach out of cry I came to the city And lived like old Crusoe On an island of noise In a cobblestone sea And the beaches were concrete And the stars paid a light bill And the blossoms hung false On their store window trees My dreams with the seagulls fly Out of reach out of cry Out of the city And down to the seaside To sun on my shoulders And wind in my hair But sandcastles crumble And hunger is human And humans are hungry For worlds they can't share My dreams with the seagulls fly Out of reach out of cry I call to a seagull Who dives to the waters And catches his silver-fine Dinner alone Crying where are the footprints That danced on these beaches And the hands that cast wishes That sunk like a stone My dreams with the seagulls fly Out of reach Out of cry |
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from Joni Mitchell - Hejira (1987)
I went to Staten Island.
To buy myself a mandolin And I saw the long white dress of love On a storefront mannequin Big boat chuggin' back with a belly full of cars... All for something lacy Some girl's going to see that dress And crave that day like crazy Little Indian kids on a bridge up in Canada They can balance and they can climb Like their fathers before them They'll walk the girders of the Manhattan skyline Shine your light on me Miss Liberty Because as soon as this ferry boat docks I'm headed to the church To play Bingo Fleece me with the gamblers' flocks I can keep my cool at poker But I'm a fool when love's at stake Because I can't conceal emotion What I'm feeling's always written on my face There's a gypsy down on Bleecker Street I went in to see her as a kind of joke And she lit a candle for my love luck And eighteen bucks went up in smoke Sharon, I left my man At a North Dakota junction And I came out to the "Big Apple" here To face the dream's malfunction Love's a repetitious danger You'd think I'd be accustomed to Well, I do accept the changes At least better than I used to do A woman I knew just drowned herself The well was deep and muddy She was just shaking off futility Or punishing somebody My friends were calling up all day yesterday All emotions and abstractions It seems we all live so close to that line And so far from satisfaction Dora says, "Have children!" Mama and Betsy say-"Find yourself a charity." Help the needy and the crippled or put some time into Ecology." Well, there's a wide wide world of noble causes And lovely landscapes to discover But all I really want right now Is...find another lover When we were kids in Maidstone, Sharon I went to every wedding in that little town To see the tears and the kisses And the pretty lady in the white lace wedding gown And walking home on the railroad tracks Or swinging on the playground swing Love stimulated my illusions More than anything And when I went skating after Golden Reggie You know it was white lace I was chasing Chasing dreams Mama's nylons underneath my cowgirl jeans He showed me first you get the kisses And then you get the tears But the ceremony of the bells and lace Still veils this reckless fool here Now there are 29 skaters on Wolmann rink Circling in singles and in pairs In this vigorous anonymity A blank face at the window stares and stares and stares and stares And the power of reason And the flowers of deep feeling Seem to serve me Only to deceive me Sharon you've got a husband And a family and a farm I've got the apple of temptation And a diamond snake around my arm But you still have your music And I've still got my eyes on the land and the sky You sing for your friends and your family I'll walk green pastures by and by |
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Subject : 뮤지스탤지아에서 들어본 - Joni Mitchell(River)
