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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 - Shine (2007)
The cats are in the flower bed
A red hawk rides the sky I guess I should be happy Just to be alive... But we have poisoned everything And oblivious to it all The cell phone zombies babble Through the shopping malls While condors fall from Indian skies Whales beach and die in sand... Bad dreams are good In the great plan. You cannot be trusted Do you even know you're lying It's dangerous to kid yourself You go deaf and dumb and blind. You take with such entitlement. You give bad attitude. You have no grace No empathy No gratitude You have no sense of consequence Oh my head is in my hands... Bad dreams are good In the great plan. Before that altering apple We were one with everything No sense of self and other No self-consciousness. But now we have to grapple With our man-made world backfiring Keeping one eye on our brother's deadly selfishness. And everyone's a victim! Nobody's hands are clean. There's so very little left of wild Eden Earth So near the jaws of our machines. We live in these electric scabs. These lesions once were lakes. No one knows how to shoulder the blame Or learn from past mistakes... So who will come to save the day? Mighty Mouse? Superman? Bad dreams are good in the great plan. |
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from Joni Mitchell - Shine (2007)
They paved paradise, put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hotspot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone? They paved paradise, put up a parking lot (Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop, shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop) They took all the trees, put them in a tree museum And they charged the people A dollar and a half just to see 'em Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone? They paved paradise, put up a parking lot (Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop, shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop) Hey farmer, farmer, put away the DDT now Give me spots on my apples But leave me the birds and the bees, please Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till its gone? They paved paradise, put up a parking lot (Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop, shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop) Late last night, I heard the screen door slam And a big yellow taxi took away my old man Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone? They paved paradise, put up a parking lot (Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop) I said, don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone? They paved paradise, put up a parking lot (Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop) They paved paradise, put up a parking lot (Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop) They paved paradise, put up a parking lot Ah ha ha ha |
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from Joni Mitchell - Shine (2007)
Hana steps out of a storm
Into a stranger's warm, but Hard-up kitchen. She sees what must be done So she takes off her coat Rolls up her sleeves And starts pitchin' in. Hana has a special knack For getting people back on the right track 'Cause she knows They all matter So she doesn't argue or flatter She doesn't fight the slights She takes it on the chin Like a champ Hana says when life's a drag Don't cave in Don't put up a white flag Raise up A white banner In this manner- Straighten your back Dig in your heals And get a good grip on your grief! Hana says, "Don't get me wrong This is no simple Sunday song Where God or Jesus comes along And they save ya." You've got to be braver than that You tackle the beast alone With all its tenacious teeth! Light the lamp. |
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from Joni Mitchell - Shine (2007)
If you can keep your head
While all about you People are losing theirs and blaming you If you can trust yourself When everybody doubts you And make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait And not get tired of waiting And when lied about Stand tall Don't deal in lies And when hated Don't give in to hating back Don't need to look so good Don't need to talk too wise. If you can dream And not make dreams your master If you can think And not make intellect your game If you can meet With triumph and disaster And treat those two imposters just the same If you can force your heart And nerve and sinew To serve you After all of them are gone And so hold on When there is nothing in you Nothing but the will That's telling you to hold on! Hold on! If you can bear to hear The truth you've spoken Twisted and misconstrued By some smug fool Or watch your life's work Torn apart and broken down And still stoop to build again With worn out tools. If you can draw a crowd And keep your virtue Or walk with Kings And keep the common touch If neither enemies nor loving friends Can hurt you If everybody counts with you But none too much. If you can fill the journey Of a minute With sixty seconds worth of wonder and delight Then The Earth is yours And Everything that's in it But more than that I know You'll be alright You'll be alright. Cause you've got the fight You've got the insight You've got the fight You've got the insight |
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from Joni Mitchell - Shine (2007)
Holy war
Genocide Suicide Hate and cruelty... How can this be holy? If I had a heart I'd cry. These ancient tales... The good go to heaven And the wicked ones burn in hell... Ring the funeral bells! If I had a heart I'd cry. There's just too many people now Too little land Much too much desire You feel so feeble now It's so out of hand Big bombs and barbed wire We've set our lovely sky Our lovely sky On fire! There's just too many people now And too little land Too much rage and desire It makes you feel so feeble now It's so out of hand- Big bombs and barbed wire... Can't you see Our destiny? We are making this Earth Our funeral pyre! Holy Earth How can we heal you? We cover you like a blight... Strange birds of appetite... If I had a heart I'd cry. If I had a heart I'd cry. If I had a heart I'd cry. |
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from Joni Mitchell - Shine (2007)
The tour bus came yesterday
The driver's a mess today It's a dump of a destiny But it's got a view... Now the kid in the see-through blouse Is moving in hard on his holy vows... Since the preacher's not dead Dead drunk will have to do! Night of the iguana The jasmine is so mercilessly sweet Night of the iguana Can you hear the castanets? The widow is dancing Down on the beach The starlight is steaming He'd like to be dreaming His senses are screaming Not to be denied... But if the spell of the night should win He could lose his bus For the same sweet sin That took his church from him Then how will he survive? Night of the iguana The jasmine is so mercilessly sweet Night of the iguana Can you hear the castanets? It's the widow and her lover-boys Down on the beach The night is so fragrant These women so flagrant They could make him a vagrant With the flick of a shawl. The devil's in sweet sixteen The widow's good looking but she gets mean He's burning like Augustine With no help from God at all |
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from Joni Mitchell - Shine (2007)
Instrumental
("I stepped outside of my little house and stood barefoot on a rock. The pacific ocean rolled towards me. Across the bay, a family of seals sprawled on the kelp uncovered by the low tide. A blue heron honked overhead. All around the house the wild roses were blooming. The air smelled sweet and salty and loud with crows and bees. My house was clean. I had food in the fridge for a week. I sat outside 'til the sun went down. That night the piano beckoned for the first time in ten years. My fingers found these patterns which express what words could not. This song poured out while a brown bear rummaged through my garbage cans. The song has seven verses constructed for the days of that happy week. On Thursday the bear arrives.") |
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from Joni Mitchell - Shine (2007)
Oh let your little light shine
Let your little light shine Shine on Vegas and Wall Street Place your bets Shine on the fishermen With nothing in their nets Shine on rising oceans and evaporating seas Shine on our Frankenstein technologies Shine on science With its tunnel vision Shine on fertile farmland Buried under subdivisions Let your little light shine Let your little light shine Shine on the dazzling darkness That restores us in deep sleep Shine on what we throw away And what we keep Shine on Reverend Pearson Who threw away The vain old God kept Dickens and Rembrandt and Beethoven And fresh plowed sod Shine on good earth, good air, good water And a safe place For kids to play Shine on bombs exploding Half a mile away Let your little light shine Let your little light shine Shine on world-wide traffic jams Honking day and night Shine on another asshole Passing on the right! Shine on the red light runners Busy talking on their cell phones Shine on the Catholic Church And the prisons that it owns Shine on all the Churches They all love less and less Shine on a hopeful girl In a dreamy dress Let your little light shine Let your little light shine Shine on good humor Shine on good will Shine on lousy leadership Licensed to kill Shine on dying soldiers In patriotic pain Shine on mass destruction In some god's name! Shine on the pioneers Those seekers of mental health Craving simplicity They traveled inward Past themselves... May all their little lights shine |
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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 - 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 A Tribute To Joni Mitchell [tribute] (2007)
"A CASE OF U"
I'm a lonely painter I live in a box of paints I uused 2 b frightened by the devil and drawn 2 those who weren't afraid Rembember when u told me that love was touching souls? Well, surely u touiching mine Part of u pours out of me from time 2 time in these lines U're in my blood like holy wine... u're so bitter and so sweetI could drink a case of u darling and still on my feet... still be on my feet" |
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from A Tribute To Joni Mitchell [tribute] (2007)
Blue, songs are like tattoos
You know I've been to sea betore Crown and anchor me Or let me sail away Blue, here is a song for you Ink of a pin Underneath the skin An empty space to fill in Well there're so many sinking now You've got to keep thinking You can make it through these waves Acid, booze, and ass Needles, guns, and grass Lots of laughs, lots of laughs Well everybody's saying that hell's the hippest way to go Well I don't think so But I'm gonna take a look around it though Blue, I love you Blue, here is a shell for you Inside you'll hear a sigh A foggy lullaby There is your song from me |
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from A Tribute To Joni Mitchell [tribute] (2007)
"The way I see it," he said
"You just can't win it.. Everybody's in it for their own gain You can't please 'em all There's always somebody calling you down I do my best And I do good business There's a lot of people asking for my time They're trying to get ahead They're trying to be a good friend of mine I was a free man in paris I felt unfettered and alive There was nobody calling me up for favors And no one's future to decide You know I'd go back there tomorrow But for the work I've taken on Stoking the star maker machinery Behind the popular song I deal in dreamers And telephone screamers Lately I wonder what I do it for If l had my way I'd just walk through those doors And wander Down the champs elysees Going cafe to cabaret Thinking how I'll feel when I find That very good friend of mine I was a free man in paris I felt unfettered and alive Nobody was calling me up for favors No one's future to decide You know I'd go back there tomorrow But for the work I've taken on Stoking the star maker machinery Behind the popular song." |
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from A Tribute To Joni Mitchell [tribute] (2007)
Trina wears her wampam beads
She fills her drawing book with line Sewing lace on widow's weeds And filagree on leaf and vine Vine and leaf are filagree And her coat's a second-hand one Sewn in antique luxury, She is a lady of the canyon Annie sits you down to eat She always makes you welcome in Cats and babies around her feet And all are fat and none are thin None are thin and all are fat She may bake some brownies today Saying you are welcome back She is another canyon lady Esterella, circus girl, Comes wrapped in songs and gypsy shawls Songs like tiny hammers hurled At bevelled mirrors in empty halls Empty halls and bevelled mirrors Sailing seas and climbing banyans Come out for a visit here To be a lady of the canyon Trina takes her paints and thread And weaves a pattern all her own Annie bakes her cakes and bread And gathers flowers for her home For her home she gathers flowers And Esterella, dear companion Colours up the sunshine hours Pouring music down the canyon Colouring the sunshine hours They are the ladies of the canyon |
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from A Tribute To Joni Mitchell [tribute] (2007)
It's coming on Christmas
They're cutting down trees They're putting up reindeer And singing songs of joy and peace Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on But it don't snow here It stays pretty green I'm going to make a lot of money Then I'm going to quit this crazy scene I wish I had a river I could skate away on I wish I had a river so long I would teach my feet to fly Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on I made my baby cry He tried hard to help me You know, he put me at ease And he loved me so naughty Made me weak in the knees Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on I'm so hard to handle I'm selfish and I'm sad Now I've gone and lost the best baby That I ever had Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on I wish I had a river so long I would teach my feet to fly Oh I wish I had a river I made my baby say goodbye It's coming on Christmas They're cutting down trees They're putting up reindeer And singing songs of joy and peace I wish I had a river I could skate away on |
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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 - Rhino Hi-Five: Joni Mitchell [ep] (2006)
Just before our love got lost you said,
"I am as constant as a northern star." And I said, "Constantly in the darkness Where's that at? If you want me I'll be in the bar." On the back of a cartoon coaster In the blue TV screen light I drew a map of Canada Oh Canada With your face sketched on it twice Oh, you're in my blood like holy wine You taste so bitter and so sweet Oh I could drink a case of you, darling And I would still be on my feet Oh I would still be on my feet - 간 주 중 - Oh I am a lonely painter I live in a box of paints I'm frightened by the devil And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid I remember that time you told me, you said, "Love is touching souls" Surely you touched mine 'Cause part of you pours out of me In these lines from time to time Oh, you're in my blood like holy wine You taste so bitter and so sweet Oh I could drink a case of you, darling Still, I'd be on my feet I would still be on my feet I met a woman She had a mouth like yours She knew your life She knew your devils and your deeds And she said, "Go to him, stay with him if you can But be prepared to bleed" Oh but you are in my blood You're my holy wine You're so bitter, bitter and so sweet Oh, I could drink a case of you, darling Still I'd be on my feet I would still be on my feet |
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from Joni Mitchell - Rhino Hi-Five: Joni Mitchell [ep] (2006)
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot With a pink hotel, a boutique And a swinging hot spot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got Till it's gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot They took all the trees Put 'em in a tree museum And they charged the people A dollar and a half just to see 'em Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got Till it's gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot Hey farmer farmer Put away that D.D.T. now Give me spots on my apples But leave me the birds and the bees Please! Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got Till it's gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot Late last night I heard the screen door slam And a big yellow taxi Took away my old man Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got Till it's gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot |
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from Joni Mitchell - Rhino Hi-Five: Joni Mitchell [ep] (2006)
The way I see it, he said, you just can't win it
Everybody's in it for their own gain You can't please 'em all There's always somebody calling you down I do my best and I do good business There's a lot of people asking for my time They're trying to get ahead They're trying to be a good friend of mine I was a free man in Paris I felt unfettered and alive There was nobody calling me up for favors And no one's future to decide You know I'd go back there tomorrow But for the work I've taken on Stoking the star-maker machinery Behind the popular song I deal in dreamers and telephone screamers Lately I wonder what I do it for If I had my way I'd just walk through those doors And wander down the Champs-Elysees Going cafe to cabaret Thinking how I'd feel when I find That very good friend of mine I was a free man in Paris I felt unfettered and alive Nobody was calling me up for favors No one's future to decide You know I'd go back there tomorrow But for the work I've taken on Stoking the star-maker machinery Behind the popular song |
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from Joni Mitchell - Rhino Hi-Five: Joni Mitchell [ep] (2006)
Help me
I think I'm falling In love again When I get that crazy feeling, I know I'm in trouble again I'm in trouble 'Cause you're a rambler and a gambler And a sweet-taIking-ladies man And you love your lovin' But not like you love your freedom Help me I think I'm falling In love too fast It's got me hoping for the future And worrying about the past 'Cause I've seen some hot hot blazes Come down to smoke and ash We love our lovin' But not like we love our freedom Didn't it feel good We were sitting there talking Or lying there not talking Didn't it feel good You dance with the lady With the hole in her stocking Didn't it feel good Help me I think I'm falling In love with you Are you going to let me go there by myself That's such a lonely thing to do Both of us flirting around Flirting and flirting Hurting too We love our lovin' But not like we love our freedom |
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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 Counting Crows - Big Yellow Taxi (2006)
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot With a pink hotel, a boutique And a swinging hot spot Don't it always seem to go And you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot They took all the trees And put 'em in a tree museum And they charged the people A dollar and a half to seem them Now, now, now Don't it always seem to go And you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot Hey Farmer Farmer Put away your DDT I don't care about spots on my apples Leave me the birds and the bees Please! Don't it always seem to go And you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot Hey now They paved paradise To put up a parking lot Why not? Listen late last night I heard the screen door slam And a big yellow taxi Took my girl away Now, don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot Hey now, now Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone They paved paradise To put up a parking lot Why not, They paved paradise To put a parking lot Hey hey hey Paved paradise Put up a parking lot I dont want give it- Why you want give it Why you want givin it all away? Hey, hey, hey Now you want give it Ah she wanna give it Why she givin it all away Now, now, now I don't want give it- Why you want give it Why you want givin it all away? Givin it all, givin it all away Yeah, yeah 'Cause she givin it all away Hey, hey, yeah Hey pave paradise Put up a parking lot Pave paradise Put up a parking lot |
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from Counting Crows - Big Yellow Taxi (2006)
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swinging hot spot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop, shoobopbopbop They took all the trees and put 'em in a tree museum And then they charged all the poeple twentyfive bucks just to see 'em Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop, shoobopbopbop Hey farmer, farmer, put away your DDT now Give me spots on my apples but leave me the birds and the bees, please Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot I say, they paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop Late last night I heard the screen door slam And a big yellow taxi carried off my old man Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop Oh, now, they paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop Hey, steam rolled paradise and put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop |
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from Joni Mitchell - The Beginning Of Survival (2004)
All day I face the barren waste
Without a taste of water Cool water Old Dan and I Our throats slate dry Our spirits cry out for water Cool clear water Keep on movin' Dan Some devils had a plan Buried poison in the sand Don't drink it man It's in the water Cool clear water In my mind I see A big green tree And a river flowin' free Waitin' up ahead For you and me Cool clear water The nights are cool and I'm a fool Each star is a pool of water Cool water But come the dawn We carry on We won't last long without water Cool clear water Keep on movin' Dan We're still in no-man's land Dry bones and sand People never planned here for water Cool clear water In my mind I see A big green tree And a river flowin' free Waiting up ahead for you and me Cool clear water The shadows sway They seem to say Tonight we pray for water Cool water And way up there If you care Please show us where There's good water Cool clear water |
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from Joni Mitchell - The Beginning Of Survival (2004)
It's dog eat dogI'm just waking up The dove is in the dungeon And the white-washed hawks pedal hate and call it love Dog Eat Dog Holy hope in the hands of Snakebite evangelists and racketeers And big wig financiers - 간 주 중 - On prime time crime the victim begs Money is the road to justice And power walks it on crooked legs PrimeimeCrime Holy hope in the hands of Snakebite evangelists and racketeers And big wig financiers - 연 주 중 - Where the wealth's displayed Thieves and sycophants parade And where it's made the slaves will be taken Some are treated well In these games of buy and sell And some like poor beast Are burdened down to breaking DOG EAT DOG It's dog eat dog, ain't it Flim Flam man Dog eat dog, you can lie, cheat, skim, scam Beat'em any way you can Dog eat Dog You'll do well in this land of Snakebite evangelists and racketeers You could get to be A big wig financier Land of snap decisions Land of short attention spans Nothing is savored Long enough to really understand In every culture in decline The watchful ones among the slaves Know all that is genuine will be Scorned and conned and cast away Dog eat dog People looking, seeing nothing Dog eat dog People listening, hearing nothing Dog eat dog People lusting, loving nothing Dog eat dog People stroking, touching nothing |
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from Joni Mitchell - The Beginning Of Survival (2004)
Hot winds and hunger cries--Ethiopia
Flies in your babies' eyes--Ethiopia Walking sticks on burning plains Betrayed by politics Abandoned by the rains On and on--the human need On and on--the human greed profanes Ethiopia--Ethiopia--Ethiopia Your top soil flies away--Ethiopia We pump ours full of poison spray--Ethiopia Between the brown skies and sprinkling lawns I hear the whine of chain saws Hacking rain forests down On and on--insanities On and on--Short sighted greed abounds Ethiopia--Ethiopia--Ethiopia Little garden planet-oasis in space Some hearts hurt--they can hardly stand it Famine phantoms at the garden gates Ethiopia--Ethiopia--Ethiopia Every Sunday on T.V.--Ethiopia You suffer with such dignity--Ethiopia A T.V. star with a P.R. smile Calls your baby "it" while strolling Through your tragic trials On and on--stupidity On and on--the basic needs are defiled Good air--good water--good earth Ethiopia--Ethiopia--Ethiopia Little garden planet--oasis in space Some hearts hurt--they can hardly stand the waste Ethiopia--Ethiopia--Ethiopia |
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from Joni Mitchell - The Beginning Of Survival (2004)
I can't decide
I don't know Which way to go? The options multiply The choices grow Which way to go? What should I buy? What should I be? Which way to go? (Doctor, Lawyer, Indian Chief) So much comes at you Too much for me Which way to go? Elusive dreams and vague desires Fanned to fiery needs by golden boys In ad empires Fiction Truth Fiction Truth Fiction Truth Fiction Fiction of the boob tube Fiction of the papers Fiction of the image and the image makers Fiction of the magazines Fiction of the movies Fiction of the "Buy me," "Watch me," "Listen to me" I can't decide I'm so confused Which way to go? I'm being useful here I'm being used Which way to go? Some line gets drawn What line is this? Which way to go? Could be a threshold or a precipice Which way to go? Elusive dreams and vague desires Fanned to fiery needs by sexy boys In flaming T.V. fires Fiction Truth Fiction Truth Fiction Truth Fiction Fiction of obedience Fiction of rebellion Fiction of the goody-goody and the hellion Fiction of destroyers Fiction of preservers Fiction of peacemakers and shit disturbers Fiction of the moralist Fiction of the nihilist Fiction of the innovator and the stylist Fiction of the killjoy Fiction of the charmer Fiction of the clay feet and the shining armour Fiction of the declaimers Fiction of the rebukers Fiction of the pro and the no nukers Fiction of the gizmo Fiction of the data Fiction of the this is this and that is that -- Ahh! I can't decide I don't know Which way to go? The more you learn The less you know Which way to go? Some follow blind And never know Which way to go? To lead you need some place to go Which way to go? Elusive dreams and vague desires Fanned to fiery needs by deadly deeds In falling empires Fiction Truth Fiction Truth Fiction Truth Fiction Fiction of the diplomat Fiction of the critic Fiction of the Pollyanna and the cynic Fiction of the coward Fiction of the hero Fiction of the monuments reduced to zero ........ |
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from Joni Mitchell - The Beginning Of Survival (2004)
The street was loud
From an angry crowd and I thought of you, I thought of you Dreamer Land of the free No hungry bellies Impossible Impossible dreamer In the darkest part of the night Blue shadows conjure you And in the brightest height of the daylight Sometimes I blink 'cause I think I see you Dreaming like you do The moon was bright Like day for night And I thought of you I thought of you Dreamer No acid rain Love without pain Impossible Impossible Dreamer In the darkest part of the night Blue shadows conjure you And at the brightest height of the daylight Sometimes I blink 'cause I think I see you Dreaming like you do The room was dark And full of sharks and I thought of you I thought of you Dreamer Give peace a chance Don't think just dance Impossible Impossible dreamer In the darkest part of the night Blue shadows conjure you And at the brightest height of the daylight Sometimes I blink 'cause I think I see you Dreaming like you do |
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from Joni Mitchell - The Beginning Of Survival (2004)
I am Lakota!
Lakota! Looking at money man-- Diggin' the deadly quotas-- Out of balance-- Out of hand We want the land! Lay down the reeking ore! Don't you hear the shrieking in the trees? Everywhere you touch the earth--she's sore Every time you skin her all things weep Your money mocks us-- Restitution--what good can it do?-- Kennelled in metered boxes Red dogs in debt to you I am Lakota! Lakota! Fighting among ourselves All we can say with one whole heart Is we won't sell-- No we'll never sell We want the land! The lonely coyote calls In the woodlands--footprints of the deer In the barrooms--poor drunk bastard falls In the courtrooms--deaf ears--sixty years You think we're sleeping--but Quietly like rattlesnakes and stars We have seen the trampled rainbows In the smoke of cars I am Lakota Brave Sun pity me I am Lakota Broken Moon pity me I am Lakota Grave Shadows stretching Lakota Oh pity me I am Lakota Weak Grass pity me I am Lakota Faithful Rocks pity me I am Lakota Meek Standing water Lakota Oh pity me I am Lakota! Lakota! Standing on sacred land We never sold these Black Hills To the missile-heads-- To the power plants We want the land! The bullet and the fence--broke Lakota The black coats and the booze--broke Lakota Courts that circumvent--choke Lakota Nothing left to lose Tell me grandfather You spoke the fur and feather tongues-- Do you hear the whimpering waters When the tractors come? Repeat Chorus Sun pity me Mother earth Mother Moon pity me Father sky Father Shadows Stretching on the forest floor Mother earth Oh pity me Father sky Father Grass pity me Mother earth Mother Rocks pity me Father sky Father Water Standing in a wakan manner Mother earth Oh pity me |
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from Joni Mitchell - The Beginning Of Survival (2004)
Magdalene is trembling
Like a washing on a line Trembling and gleaming Never before was a man so kind Never so redeeming Enter the multitudes In Exxon blue In radiation rose Ecstasy Now you tell me Who you gonna get to do the dirty work When all the slaves are free? (Who're you gonna get) I am up a sycamore Looking through the leaves A sinner of some position Who in the world can this heart healer be This magical physician Enter the multitudes In Exxon blue In radiation rose Misery Now you tell me Who you gonna get to do the dirty work When all the slaves are free? (Who're you gonna get) Enter the multitudes The walking wounded They come to this diver of the heart Of the multitudes Thy kingdom come Thy will be done Oh, climb down, climb down he says to me From the middle of unrest They think is light is squandered But he sees a stray in the wilderness And I see how far I've wandered Enter the multitudes In Exxon blue In radiation rose Apathy Now you tell me Who you gonna get to do the dirty work When all the slaves are free? (Who're you gonna get) Enter the multitudes The walking wounded They come to this diver of the heart Of the multitudes Thy kingdom come Thy will be done Oh, all around the marketplace The buzzing of the flies The buzzing and the stinging Divinely barren And wickedly wise The killer nails are ringing Enter the multitudes In Exxon blue In radiation rose Tragedy Now you tell me Who you gonna get to do the dirty work When all the slaves are free? (Who're you gonna get) |
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from Joni Mitchell - The Beginning Of Survival (2004)
Turning and turning Within the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer Things fall apart The center cannot hold And a blood dimmed tide Is loosed upon the world Nothing is sacred The ceremony sinks Innocence is drowned In anarchy The best lack conviction Given some time to think And the worst are full of passion Without mercy Surely some revelation is at hand Surely it's the second coming And the wrath has finally taken form For what is this rough beast Its hour come at last Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born Hoping and hoping As if by my weak faith The spirit of this world Would heal and rise Vast are the shadows That straddle and strafe And struggle in the darkness Troubling my eyes Shaped like a lion It has the head of a man With a gaze as blank And pitiless as the sun And it's moving its slow thighs Across the desert sands Through dark indignant Reeling falcons Surely some revelation is at hand Surely it's the second coming And the wrath has finally taken form For what is this rough beast Its hour come at last Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born Raging and raging It rises from the deep Opening its eyes After twenty centuries Vexed to a nightmare Out of a stony sleep By a rocking cradle By the Sea of Galilee Surely some revelation is at hand Surely it's the second coming And the wrath has finally taken form For what is this rough beast Its hour come at last |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 Love Actually (러브 액츄얼리) by Craig Armstrong [ost] (2003)
Rows and floes of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons ev’rywhere I’ve looked at clouds that way But now they only block the sun They rain and snow on ev’ryone So many things I would have done But clouds got in my way I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now From up and down, and still somehow It’s cloud illusions I recall I really don’t know clouds at all Moons and junes and ferris wheels The dizzy dancing way you feel As ev’ry fairy tale comes real I’ve looked at love that way But now it’s just another show You leave ’em laughing when you go And if you care, don’t let them know Don’t give yourself away I’ve looked at love from both sides now From give and take, and still somehow It’s love’s illusions I recall I really don’t know love at all Tears and fears and feeling proud To say "i love you" right out loud Dreams and schemes and circus crowds I’ve looked at life that way But now old friends are acting strange They shake their heads, they say I’ve changed Well something’s lost, but something’s gained In living ev’ry day I’ve looked at life from both sides now From win and lose and still somehow It’s life’s illusions I recall I really don’t know life at all I’ve looked at life from both sides now From up and down, and still somehow It’s life’s illusions I recall I really don’t know life at all |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
I was driving across the burning desert
When I spotted six jet planes Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain It was the hexagram of the heavens It was the strings of my guitar Amelia it was just a false alarm The drone of flying engines Is a song so wild & blue It scrambles time & seasons if it gets through to you Then your life becomes a travelogue Of picture post card charms Oh Amelia it was just a false alarm People'll tell you where they've gone They'll tell you where to go But till you get there yourself you'll never really know Where some have found their paradise Other's just come to harm Oh Amelia it was just a false alarm I wish that he was here tonight It's so hard to obey His sad request of me to kindly stay away So this is how I hide the hurt As the road leads cursed and charmed I tell Amelia it was just a false alarm A ghost of aviation She was swallowed by the sky Or by the sea like me she had a dream to fly Like Icarus ascending On beautiful foolish arms Amelia it was just a false alarm Maybe I've never really loved I guess that is the truth I've spent my whole life in clouds at icy altitude And looking down on everything I crashed into his arms Amelia it was just a false alarm I pulled into the Cactus Tree Motel To shower off the dust And I slept on the strange pillows of my wanderlust I dreamed of 747s Over geometric farms Dreams Amelia Dreams & false alarms |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
I was driving across the burning desert
When I spotted six jet planes Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain It was the hexagram of the heavens It was the strings of my guitar Amelia it was just a false alarm The drone of flying engines Is a song so wild & blue It scrambles time & seasons if it gets through to you Then your life becomes a travelogue Of picture post card charms Oh Amelia it was just a false alarm People'll tell you where they've gone They'll tell you where to go But till you get there yourself you'll never really know Where some have found their paradise Other's just come to harm Oh Amelia it was just a false alarm I wish that he was here tonight It's so hard to obey His sad request of me to kindly stay away So this is how I hide the hurt As the road leads cursed and charmed I tell Amelia it was just a false alarm A ghost of aviation She was swallowed by the sky Or by the sea like me she had a dream to fly Like Icarus ascending On beautiful foolish arms Amelia it was just a false alarm Maybe I've never really loved I guess that is the truth I've spent my whole life in clouds at icy altitude And looking down on everything I crashed into his arms Amelia it was just a false alarm I pulled into the Cactus Tree Motel To shower off the dust And I slept on the strange pillows of my wanderlust I dreamed of 747s Over geometric farms Dreams Amelia Dreams & false alarms |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
If there's one rule to this game
Everybody's gonna name It's, be cool! If you're worried or uncertain If your feelings are hurtin' You're a fool if you can't keep cool Charm 'em Don't alarm 'em Keep things light Keep your worries out of sight And play it cool Play it cool Fifty-fifty Fire and ice If your heart is on the floor Cause you've just seen your lover Comin' through the door with a new fool-- Be cool Don't get riled Smile-keep it light Be your own best friend tonight And play it cool Play it cool Fifty-fifty Fire and ice Don't get jealous Don't get over-zealous Keep your cool Don't whine Kiss of that flaky valentine You're nobody's fool Be cool fool Be cool (Lots of other fish in the sea) Play it cool Play it cool Fifty-fifty Fire and ice So if there's one rule to this game Everybody's gonna name It's--be cool If you're worried or uncertain If your feelings are hurtin' You're a fool if you can't keep cool They want you to Charm 'em Don't alarm 'em Keep things light Keep your worries out of sight And play it cool Play it cool Fifty-fifty Fire and ice |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
If there's one rule to this game
Everybody's gonna name It's, be cool! If you're worried or uncertain If your feelings are hurtin' You're a fool if you can't keep cool Charm 'em Don't alarm 'em Keep things light Keep your worries out of sight And play it cool Play it cool Fifty-fifty Fire and ice If your heart is on the floor Cause you've just seen your lover Comin' through the door with a new fool-- Be cool Don't get riled Smile-keep it light Be your own best friend tonight And play it cool Play it cool Fifty-fifty Fire and ice Don't get jealous Don't get over-zealous Keep your cool Don't whine Kiss of that flaky valentine You're nobody's fool Be cool fool Be cool (Lots of other fish in the sea) Play it cool Play it cool Fifty-fifty Fire and ice So if there's one rule to this game Everybody's gonna name It's--be cool If you're worried or uncertain If your feelings are hurtin' You're a fool if you can't keep cool They want you to Charm 'em Don't alarm 'em Keep things light Keep your worries out of sight And play it cool Play it cool Fifty-fifty Fire and ice |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
Everybody looks so ill at ease
So distrustful so displeased Running down the table I see a borderline Like a barbed wire fence Strung tight, strung tense Prickling with pretense A borderline Why are you smirking at your friend? Is this to be the night when All well-wishing ends? All credibility revoked? Thin skin, thick jokes! Can we blame it on the smoke This borderline? Every bristling shaft of pride Church or nation Team or tribe Every notion we subscribe to Is just a borderline Good or bad, we think we know As if thinking makes things so! All convictions grow along a borderline Smug in your jaded expertise You scathe the wonder world And you praise barbarity In this illusionary place-- This scared hard-edged rat race All liberty is laced with Borderlines Every income, every age Every fashion-plated rage Every measure, every gauge Creates a borderline Every stone thrown through glass Every mean-streets-kick ass Every swan caught on the grass Will draw a borderline You snipe so steady You snub so snide-- So ripe and ready To diminish and deride! You're so quick to condescend My opinionated friend All you deface, all you defend Is just a borderline Just a borderline ... Another borderline ... Just a borderline |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
Everybody looks so ill at ease
So distrustful so displeased Running down the table I see a borderline Like a barbed wire fence Strung tight, strung tense Prickling with pretense A borderline Why are you smirking at your friend? Is this to be the night when All well-wishing ends? All credibility revoked? Thin skin, thick jokes! Can we blame it on the smoke This borderline? Every bristling shaft of pride Church or nation Team or tribe Every notion we subscribe to Is just a borderline Good or bad, we think we know As if thinking makes things so! All convictions grow along a borderline Smug in your jaded expertise You scathe the wonder world And you praise barbarity In this illusionary place-- This scared hard-edged rat race All liberty is laced with Borderlines Every income, every age Every fashion-plated rage Every measure, every gauge Creates a borderline Every stone thrown through glass Every mean-streets-kick ass Every swan caught on the grass Will draw a borderline You snipe so steady You snub so snide-- So ripe and ready To diminish and deride! You're so quick to condescend My opinionated friend All you deface, all you defend Is just a borderline Just a borderline ... Another borderline ... Just a borderline |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
Cherokee Louise is hiding in this tunnel
in the Broadway bridge we are crawling on our knees we've got flashlights and batteries we got cold cuts from the fridge Last year about this time we used to climb up in the branches just to sway there in some breeze now the cops on the street they want Cherokee Louise People like to talk tongues are waggin' over fences they're waggin' on the phones all their doors are locked God she can't even come to our house But I know where she'll go To the place where you can stand and press your hands like it was bubble bath in dust piled high as me down under the street my friend Cherokee Louise Ever since we turned 13 it's like a minefield walking to the door going out to get your 3rd degree and comin' in you get the 3rd world war Tuesday after school we put our pennies on the rails and when the train rolled by we were jumpin' round like fools going "Look no heads or tails" going "Look my lucky prize" Then she runs home to her foster dad he open up his zipper and he yanks her to her knees Oh please be here - please my friend Cherokee Louise Cherokee Louise is hiding in this tunnel in the Broadway bridge we're crawling on our knees I've got Archie and Silver Screen I know where she is She's in the place where you can stand and press your hands like it was bubble bath in dust piled high as me down under the street my friend Cherokee Louise Oh Cheeroke Louise, poor Cherokee Louise Cherokee Louise, Cherokee Louise |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
Cherokee Louise is hiding in this tunnel
in the Broadway bridge we are crawling on our knees we've got flashlights and batteries we got cold cuts from the fridge Last year about this time we used to climb up in the branches just to sway there in some breeze now the cops on the street they want Cherokee Louise People like to talk tongues are waggin' over fences they're waggin' on the phones all their doors are locked God she can't even come to our house But I know where she'll go To the place where you can stand and press your hands like it was bubble bath in dust piled high as me down under the street my friend Cherokee Louise Ever since we turned 13 it's like a minefield walking to the door going out to get your 3rd degree and comin' in you get the 3rd world war Tuesday after school we put our pennies on the rails and when the train rolled by we were jumpin' round like fools going "Look no heads or tails" going "Look my lucky prize" Then she runs home to her foster dad he open up his zipper and he yanks her to her knees Oh please be here - please my friend Cherokee Louise Cherokee Louise is hiding in this tunnel in the Broadway bridge we're crawling on our knees I've got Archie and Silver Screen I know where she is She's in the place where you can stand and press your hands like it was bubble bath in dust piled high as me down under the street my friend Cherokee Louise Oh Cheeroke Louise, poor Cherokee Louise Cherokee Louise, Cherokee Louise |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
I heard it in the wind last night
It sounded like applause Did you get a round resounding for you Way up here It seems like many dim years ago Since I heard that face to face Or seen you face to face Though tonight I can feel you here I get these notes On butterflies and lilac sprays From girls who just have to tell me They saw you somewhere In some office sits a poet And he trembles as he sings And he asks some guy To circulate his soul around On your mark red ribbon runner The caressing rev of motors Finely tuned like fancy women In thirties evening gowns Up the charts Off to the airport Your name's in the news Everything's first class The lights go down And it's just you up there Getting them to feel like that Remember the days when you used to sit And make up your tunes for love And pour your simple sorrow To the soundhole and your knee And now you're seen On giant screens And at parties for the press And for people who have slices of you From the company They toss around your latest golden egg Speculation well who's to know If the next one in the nest Will glitter for them so I guess I seem ungrateful With my teeth sunk in the hand That brings me things I really can't give up just yet Now I sit up here the critic And they introduce some band But they seem so much confetti Looking at them on my TV set Oh the power and the glory Just when you're getting a taste for worship They start bringing out the hammers And the boards And the nails I heard it in the wind last night It sounded like applause Chilly now End of summer No more shiny hot nights It was just the arbutus rustling And the bumping of the logs And the moon swept down black water Like an empty spotlight |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
I heard it in the wind last night
It sounded like applause Did you get a round resounding for you Way up here It seems like many dim years ago Since I heard that face to face Or seen you face to face Though tonight I can feel you here I get these notes On butterflies and lilac sprays From girls who just have to tell me They saw you somewhere In some office sits a poet And he trembles as he sings And he asks some guy To circulate his soul around On your mark red ribbon runner The caressing rev of motors Finely tuned like fancy women In thirties evening gowns Up the charts Off to the airport Your name's in the news Everything's first class The lights go down And it's just you up there Getting them to feel like that Remember the days when you used to sit And make up your tunes for love And pour your simple sorrow To the soundhole and your knee And now you're seen On giant screens And at parties for the press And for people who have slices of you From the company They toss around your latest golden egg Speculation well who's to know If the next one in the nest Will glitter for them so I guess I seem ungrateful With my teeth sunk in the hand That brings me things I really can't give up just yet Now I sit up here the critic And they introduce some band But they seem so much confetti Looking at them on my TV set Oh the power and the glory Just when you're getting a taste for worship They start bringing out the hammers And the boards And the nails I heard it in the wind last night It sounded like applause Chilly now End of summer No more shiny hot nights It was just the arbutus rustling And the bumping of the logs And the moon swept down black water Like an empty spotlight |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
He is three
One's in the middle unmoved Waiting To show what he sees To the other two To the one attacking--so afraid And the one that keeps trying to love and trust And getting himself betrayed In the plan--oh The divine plan God must be a boogie man! One's so sweet So overly loving and gentle He lets people in To his innermost sacred temple Blind faith to care Blind rage to kill Why'd he let them talk him down To cheap work and cheap thrills In the plan--oh The insulting plan God must be a boogie man! Which would it be Mingus one or two or three Which one do you think he'd want the world to see Well, world opinion's not a lot of help When a man's only trying to find out How to feel about himself! In the plan-oh The cock-eyed plan God must be a boogie man! |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
He is three
One's in the middle unmoved Waiting To show what he sees To the other two To the one attacking--so afraid And the one that keeps trying to love and trust And getting himself betrayed In the plan--oh The divine plan God must be a boogie man! One's so sweet So overly loving and gentle He lets people in To his innermost sacred temple Blind faith to care Blind rage to kill Why'd he let them talk him down To cheap work and cheap thrills In the plan--oh The insulting plan God must be a boogie man! Which would it be Mingus one or two or three Which one do you think he'd want the world to see Well, world opinion's not a lot of help When a man's only trying to find out How to feel about himself! In the plan-oh The cock-eyed plan God must be a boogie man! |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
I'm travelling in some vehicle
I'm sitting in some cafe A defector from the petty wars That shell shock love away There's comfort in melancholy When there's no need to explain It's just as natural as the weather In this moody sky today In our possessive coupling So much could not be expressed So now I'm returning to myself These things that you and I suppressed I see something of myself in everyone Just at this moment of the world As snow gathers like bolts of lace Waltzing on a ballroom girl You know it never has been easy Whether you do or you do not resign Whether you travel the breadth of extremities Or stick to some straighter line Now here's a man and a woman sitting on a rock They're either going to thaw out or freeze Listen... Strains of Benny Goodman Coming through the snow and the pinewood trees I'm porous with travel fever But you know I'm so glad to be on my own Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger Can set up trembling in my bones I know - no one's going to show me everything We all come and go unknown Each so deep and superficial Between the forceps and the stone Well I looked at the granite markers Those tribute to finality - to eternity And then I looked at myself here Chicken scratching for my immortality In the church they light the candles And the wax rolls down like tears There's the hope and the hopelessness I've witnessed thirty years We're only particles of change I know, I know Orbiting around the sun But how can I have that point of view When I'm always bound and tied to someone White flags of winter chimneys Waving truce against the moon In the mirrors of a modern bank From the window of a hotel room I'm travelling in some vehicle I'm sitting in some caf? A defector from the petty wars Until love sucks me back that way |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
I'm travelling in some vehicle
I'm sitting in some cafe A defector from the petty wars That shell shock love away There's comfort in melancholy When there's no need to explain It's just as natural as the weather In this moody sky today In our possessive coupling So much could not be expressed So now I'm returning to myself These things that you and I suppressed I see something of myself in everyone Just at this moment of the world As snow gathers like bolts of lace Waltzing on a ballroom girl You know it never has been easy Whether you do or you do not resign Whether you travel the breadth of extremities Or stick to some straighter line Now here's a man and a woman sitting on a rock They're either going to thaw out or freeze Listen... Strains of Benny Goodman Coming through the snow and the pinewood trees I'm porous with travel fever But you know I'm so glad to be on my own Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger Can set up trembling in my bones I know - no one's going to show me everything We all come and go unknown Each so deep and superficial Between the forceps and the stone Well I looked at the granite markers Those tribute to finality - to eternity And then I looked at myself here Chicken scratching for my immortality In the church they light the candles And the wax rolls down like tears There's the hope and the hopelessness I've witnessed thirty years We're only particles of change I know, I know Orbiting around the sun But how can I have that point of view When I'm always bound and tied to someone White flags of winter chimneys Waving truce against the moon In the mirrors of a modern bank From the window of a hotel room I'm travelling in some vehicle I'm sitting in some caf? A defector from the petty wars Until love sucks me back that way |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
No tongue in the bell
And the fishwives yell But they might as well be mute So you get to keep the pictures That don't seem like much Cold white keys under your fingers Now you're thinking "That's no substitute It just don't do it Like the song of a warm warm body Loving your touch" In the court they carve your legend With an apple in its jaw And the women that you wanted They get their laughs Long silk stockings On the bedposts of refinement You're too raw They think you're too raw It's the judgement of the moon and stars Your solitary path Draw yourself a bath Think what you'd like to have For supper Or take a walk A park A bridge A tree A river Revoked but not yet cancelled The gift goes on In silence In a bell jar Still a song You've got to shake your fists at lightning now You've got to roar like forest fire You've got to spread your light like blazes All across the sky They're going to aim the hoses on you Show 'em you won't expire Not till you burn up every passion Not even when you die Come on now You've got to try If you're feeling contempt Well then you tell it If you're tired of the silent night Jesus well then you yell it Condemned to wires and hammers Strike every chord that you feel That broken trees And elephant ivories conceal |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
No tongue in the bell
And the fishwives yell But they might as well be mute So you get to keep the pictures That don't seem like much Cold white keys under your fingers Now you're thinking "That's no substitute It just don't do it Like the song of a warm warm body Loving your touch" In the court they carve your legend With an apple in its jaw And the women that you wanted They get their laughs Long silk stockings On the bedposts of refinement You're too raw They think you're too raw It's the judgement of the moon and stars Your solitary path Draw yourself a bath Think what you'd like to have For supper Or take a walk A park A bridge A tree A river Revoked but not yet cancelled The gift goes on In silence In a bell jar Still a song You've got to shake your fists at lightning now You've got to roar like forest fire You've got to spread your light like blazes All across the sky They're going to aim the hoses on you Show 'em you won't expire Not till you burn up every passion Not even when you die Come on now You've got to try If you're feeling contempt Well then you tell it If you're tired of the silent night Jesus well then you yell it Condemned to wires and hammers Strike every chord that you feel That broken trees And elephant ivories conceal |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
I'm always running behind the time
Just like this train Shaking into town With the brakes complainin' I used to count lovers like railroad cars I counted them on my side Lately I don't count on nothing I just let things slide The station master's shuffling cards Boxcars are banging in the yards Jealous lovin'll make you crazy If you can't find your goodness Cause you lost your heart I went looking for a cause Or a strong cat without claws Or any reason to resume And I found this empty seat In this crowded waiting room Everybody waiting Old man sleeping on his bags Women with that teased up kind of hair Kids with the jitters in their legs And those wide wide open stares And the kids got cokes & chocolate bars There's a thin man smoking a fat cigar Jealous lovin'll make you crazy If you can't find your goodness Cause you've lost your heart What are you going to do now You've got no one to give your love to Well I've got this berth & this roll down blind I've got this fold up sink And these rocks And these cactus going by And a bottle of German wine to drink Settle down into the clickety clack With the clouds & the stars to read Dreaming of the pleasure I'm gonna have Watching your hairline recede, my vain darling Watching your hair & clouds & stars I'm rocking away in a sleeping car Cause this jealous lovin's bound to make me Crazy I can't find my goodness I lost my heart Oh sour grapes Because I lost my heart |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
I'm always running behind the time
Just like this train Shaking into town With the brakes complainin' I used to count lovers like railroad cars I counted them on my side Lately I don't count on nothing I just let things slide The station master's shuffling cards Boxcars are banging in the yards Jealous lovin'll make you crazy If you can't find your goodness Cause you lost your heart I went looking for a cause Or a strong cat without claws Or any reason to resume And I found this empty seat In this crowded waiting room Everybody waiting Old man sleeping on his bags Women with that teased up kind of hair Kids with the jitters in their legs And those wide wide open stares And the kids got cokes & chocolate bars There's a thin man smoking a fat cigar Jealous lovin'll make you crazy If you can't find your goodness Cause you've lost your heart What are you going to do now You've got no one to give your love to Well I've got this berth & this roll down blind I've got this fold up sink And these rocks And these cactus going by And a bottle of German wine to drink Settle down into the clickety clack With the clouds & the stars to read Dreaming of the pleasure I'm gonna have Watching your hairline recede, my vain darling Watching your hair & clouds & stars I'm rocking away in a sleeping car Cause this jealous lovin's bound to make me Crazy I can't find my goodness I lost my heart Oh sour grapes Because I lost my heart |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
Although I speak in tongues
Of men and angels I'm just sounding brass And tinkling cymbals without love Love suffers long Love is kind! Enduring all things Love has no evil in mind If I had the gift of prophecy And all the knowledge And the faith to move the mountains Even if I understood all of the mysteries If I didn't have love I'd be nothing Love never looks for love Love's not puffed up Or envious Or touchy Because it rejoices in the truth Not in iniquity Love sees like a child sees As a child I spoke as a child I thought and I understood as a child But when I became a woman I put away childish things And began to see through a glass darkly Where as a child I saw it face to face Now I only know it in part Fractions in me Of faith and hope and love And of these great three Love's the greatest beauty Love Love Love |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
Although I speak in tongues
Of men and angels I'm just sounding brass And tinkling cymbals without love Love suffers long Love is kind! Enduring all things Love has no evil in mind If I had the gift of prophecy And all the knowledge And the faith to move the mountains Even if I understood all of the mysteries If I didn't have love I'd be nothing Love never looks for love Love's not puffed up Or envious Or touchy Because it rejoices in the truth Not in iniquity Love sees like a child sees As a child I spoke as a child I thought and I understood as a child But when I became a woman I put away childish things And began to see through a glass darkly Where as a child I saw it face to face Now I only know it in part Fractions in me Of faith and hope and love And of these great three Love's the greatest beauty Love Love Love |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
Marlena under Foster Grants
She's undercover from the dawns advance That girl is travel-drained And the neon mercury vapor stained Miami sky It's red as meat It's a cheap pink rose Otis in the driver's seat Watches the street lights fade away On louvered blocks in green sea air In fluorescent fossil yards Slippers are shuffling into folding chairs Freckled hands are shuffling cards They've come for fun and sun While Muslims stick up Washington ... Otis empties out the trunk On the steps of that celebrated dump Sleazing by the sea Bow down to her royal travesty-- In her ballrooms heads of state-- In her bedrooms rented girls-- Always the grand parades of cellulite Jiggling to her golden pools Through flock and cupid colonnades They jiggle into surgery Hopefully beneath the blade They dream of golden beauty ... They've come for fun and sun While Muslims stick up Washington ... Marlena, white as stretcher sheet Watches it all from her 10th floor balcony Like it's her opera box All those Pagliacci summer frocks Otis is fiddling with the TV dial All he gets are cartoons and reruns She taps her glass with an emery file Watching three rings in the sun The golden dive, the fatted flake And sizzle in the mink oil It's all a dream She has awake Checked into Miami Royal Where they've come for fun and sun While Muslims hold up Washington ... Dream on Dream on Dream on Dream on Dream on |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
Marlena under Foster Grants
She's undercover from the dawns advance That girl is travel-drained And the neon mercury vapor stained Miami sky It's red as meat It's a cheap pink rose Otis in the driver's seat Watches the street lights fade away On louvered blocks in green sea air In fluorescent fossil yards Slippers are shuffling into folding chairs Freckled hands are shuffling cards They've come for fun and sun While Muslims stick up Washington ... Otis empties out the trunk On the steps of that celebrated dump Sleazing by the sea Bow down to her royal travesty-- In her ballrooms heads of state-- In her bedrooms rented girls-- Always the grand parades of cellulite Jiggling to her golden pools Through flock and cupid colonnades They jiggle into surgery Hopefully beneath the blade They dream of golden beauty ... They've come for fun and sun While Muslims stick up Washington ... Marlena, white as stretcher sheet Watches it all from her 10th floor balcony Like it's her opera box All those Pagliacci summer frocks Otis is fiddling with the TV dial All he gets are cartoons and reruns She taps her glass with an emery file Watching three rings in the sun The golden dive, the fatted flake And sizzle in the mink oil It's all a dream She has awake Checked into Miami Royal Where they've come for fun and sun While Muslims hold up Washington ... Dream on Dream on Dream on Dream on Dream on |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
I met a friend of spirit
He drank and womanized And I sat before his sanity I was holding back from crying He saw my complications And he mirrored me back simplified And we laughed how our perfection Would always be denied "Heart and humor and humility" He said "Will lighten up your heavy load" I left him for the refuge of the roads I fell in with some drifters Cast upon a beachtown Winn Dixie cold cuts and highway hand me downs And I wound up fixing dinner For them and Boston Jim I well up with affection Thinking back down the roads to then The nets were overflowing In the Gulf of Mexico They were overflowing in the refuge of the roads There was spring along the ditches There were good times in the cities Oh, radiant happiness It was all so light and easy Till I started analyzing And I brought on my old ways A thunderhead of judgment was Gathering in my gaze And it made most people nervous They just didn't want to know What I was seeing in the refuge of the roads I pulled off into a forest Crickets clicking in the ferns Like a wheel of fortune I heard my fate turn, turn turn And I went running down a white sand road I was running like a white-assed deer Running to lose the blues To the innocence in here These are the clouds of Michelangelo Muscular with gods and sungold Shine on your witness in the refuge of the roads In a highway service station Over the month of June Was a photograph of the earth Taken coming back from the moon And you couldn't see a city On that marbled bowling ball Or a forest or a highway Or me here least of all You couldn't see these cold water restrooms Or this baggage overload Westbound and rolling taking refuge in the roads |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
I met a friend of spirit
He drank and womanized And I sat before his sanity I was holding back from crying He saw my complications And he mirrored me back simplified And we laughed how our perfection Would always be denied "Heart and humor and humility" He said "Will lighten up your heavy load" I left him for the refuge of the roads I fell in with some drifters Cast upon a beachtown Winn Dixie cold cuts and highway hand me downs And I wound up fixing dinner For them and Boston Jim I well up with affection Thinking back down the roads to then The nets were overflowing In the Gulf of Mexico They were overflowing in the refuge of the roads There was spring along the ditches There were good times in the cities Oh, radiant happiness It was all so light and easy Till I started analyzing And I brought on my old ways A thunderhead of judgment was Gathering in my gaze And it made most people nervous They just didn't want to know What I was seeing in the refuge of the roads I pulled off into a forest Crickets clicking in the ferns Like a wheel of fortune I heard my fate turn, turn turn And I went running down a white sand road I was running like a white-assed deer Running to lose the blues To the innocence in here These are the clouds of Michelangelo Muscular with gods and sungold Shine on your witness in the refuge of the roads In a highway service station Over the month of June Was a photograph of the earth Taken coming back from the moon And you couldn't see a city On that marbled bowling ball Or a forest or a highway Or me here least of all You couldn't see these cold water restrooms Or this baggage overload Westbound and rolling taking refuge in the roads |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
I pulled up behind a Cadillac
We were waiting fo the light; And I took a look at his license plate- It said 'Just Ice' Is Justice just ice? Governed by greed and lust? Just the strong doing what they can And the weak suffering what they must? And the gas leaks, And the oil spills, And sex sells everything, And sex kills... Sex kills... Doctors' pills give you brand new ills, And the bills bury you like an avalanche, And the lawyers haven't been this popular Since Robespierre slaughtered half of France! And Indian chiefs with their old beliefs know The balance is undone-crazy icons- You can feel it out in trafficl Everyone hates everyone! And the gas leaks, And the oil spills, And sex sells everything, Sex kills... Sex kills... |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
I pulled up behind a Cadillac
We were waiting fo the light; And I took a look at his license plate- It said 'Just Ice' Is Justice just ice? Governed by greed and lust? Just the strong doing what they can And the weak suffering what they must? And the gas leaks, And the oil spills, And sex sells everything, And sex kills... Sex kills... Doctors' pills give you brand new ills, And the bills bury you like an avalanche, And the lawyers haven't been this popular Since Robespierre slaughtered half of France! And Indian chiefs with their old beliefs know The balance is undone-crazy icons- You can feel it out in trafficl Everyone hates everyone! And the gas leaks, And the oil spills, And sex sells everything, Sex kills... Sex kills... |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
Turning and turning
Within the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer Things fall apart The centre cannot hold And a blood dimmed tide Is loosed upon the world Nothing is sacred The ceremony sinks Innocence is drowned In anarchy The best lack conviction Given some time to think And the worst are full of passion Without mercy Surely some revelation is at hand Surely it's the second coming And the wrath has finally taken form For what is this rough beast Its hour come at last Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born Hoping and hoping As if with my weak faith The spirit of this world Would heal and rise Vast are the shadows That straddle and strafe And struggle in the darkness Troubling my eyes Shaped like a lion It has the head of a man With a gaze as black And pitiless as the sun As it's moving its slow thigs Across the desert sands Through dark indignant Reeling falcons Surely some revelation is at hand Surely it's the second coming And the wrath has finally taken form For what is this rough beast Its hour come at last Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born (Head of a man, shape of a lion) Raging and raging It rises from the deep Opening its eyes After twenty centuries Vexed to a nightmare Out of a stony sleep By a rocking cradle By the Sea of Galilee Surely some revelation is at hand Surely it's the second coming And the wrath has finally taken form For what is this rough beast Its hour come at last Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born (Head of a man, shape of a lion) |
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from Joni Mitchell - Travelogue (2002)
Turning and turning
Within the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer Things fall apart The centre cannot hold And a blood dimmed tide Is loosed upon the world Nothing is sacred The ceremony sinks Innocence is drowned In anarchy The best lack conviction Given some time to think And the worst are full of passion Without mercy Surely some revelation is at hand Surely it's the second coming And the wrath has finally taken form For what is this rough beast Its hour come at last Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born Hoping and hoping As if with my weak faith The spirit of this world Would heal and rise Vast are the shadows That straddle and strafe And struggle in the darkness Troubling my eyes Shaped like a lion It has the head of a man With a gaze as black And pitiless as the sun As it's moving its slow thigs Across the desert sands Through dark indignant Reeling falcons Surely some revelation is at hand Surely it's the second coming And the wrath has finally taken form For what is this rough beast Its hour come at last Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born (Head of a man, shape of a lion) Raging and raging It rises from the deep Opening its eyes After twenty centuries Vexed to a nightmare Out of a stony sleep By a rocking cradle By the Sea of Galilee Surely some revelation is at hand Surely it's the second coming And the wrath has finally taken form For what is this rough beast Its hour come at last Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born (Head of a man, shape of a lion) |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
They paved paradise And put up a parking lot With a pink hotel, a boutique And a swinging hot spot Don't it always seem to go And you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot They took all the trees And put 'em in a tree museum And they charged the people A dollar and a half to seem them Now, now, now Don't it always seem to go And you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot Hey Farmer Farmer Put away your DDT I don't care about spots on my apples Leave me the birds and the bees Please! Don't it always seem to go And you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot Hey now They paved paradise To put up a parking lot Why not? Listen late last night I heard the screen door slam And a big yellow taxi Took my girl away Now, don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot Hey now, now Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone They paved paradise To put up a parking lot Why not, They paved paradise To put a parking lot Hey hey hey Paved paradise Put up a parking lot I dont want give it- Why you want give it Why you want givin it all away? Hey, hey, hey Now you want give it Ah she wanna give it Why she givin it all away Now, now, now I don't want give it- Why you want give it Why you want givin it all away? Givin it all, givin it all away Yeah, yeah 'Cause she givin it all away Hey, hey, yeah Hey pave paradise Put up a parking lot Pave paradise Put up a parking lot
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from Counting Crows - Hard Candy (2002)
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swinging hot spot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop, shoobopbopbop They took all the trees and put 'em in a tree museum And then they charged all the poeple twentyfive bucks just to see 'em Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop, shoobopbopbop Hey farmer, farmer, put away your DDT now Give me spots on my apples but leave me the birds and the bees, please Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot I say, they paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop Late last night I heard the screen door slam And a big yellow taxi carried off my old man Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop Oh, now, they paved paradise and they put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop Hey, steam rolled paradise and put up a parking lot Shoobopbopbopbop |
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from Joni Mitchell - Both Sides Now (2000)
Just before our love got lost you said,
"I am as constant as a northern star." And I said, "Constantly in the darkness Where's that at? If you want me I'll be in the bar." On the back of a cartoon coaster In the blue TV screen light I drew a map of Canada Oh Canada With your face sketched on it twice Oh, you are in my blood like holy wine You taste so bitter and so sweet Oh I could drink a case of you, darling And I would still be on my feet Oh I would still be on my feet. Oh, I am a lonely painter I live in a box of paints I'm frightened by the devil And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid I remember that time you told me, you said, "Love is touching souls," Surely you touched mine 'Cause part of you pours out of me In these lines from time to time Oh, you're in my blood like holy wine You taste so bitter and so sweet Oh I could drink a case of you, darling Still be on my feet I would still be on my feet I met a woman She had a mouth like yours She knew your life She knew your devils and your deeds And she said, "Go to him, stay with him if you can But be prepared to bleed" Oh but you are in my blood You're my holy wine You're so bitter, bitter and so sweet Oh, I could drink a case of you, darling Still I'd be on my feet I would still be on my feet. |
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from Joni Mitchell - Both Sides Now (2000)
At last, my love has come along
my lonely days are over, and life is like a song At last,the skies above are blue My heart was wrapped in clover The night I looked at you I found a dream that I could speak to A dream that I could call my own I found a thrill to press my cheek to A thrill I'd never known You smiled, and then the spell was cast And here we are in Heaven, for you are mine at last. I found a dream that I could speak to, A dream that I could call my own I found a thrill to press my cheek to A thrill that I had never known You smiled, and then the spell was cast And here we are in Heaven For you are mine at last. |
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from Joni Mitchell - Both Sides Now (2000)
Rows and floes of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons ev’rywhere I’ve looked at clouds that way But now they only block the sun They rain and snow on ev’ryone So many things I would have done But clouds got in my way I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now From up and down, and still somehow It’s cloud illusions I recall I really don’t know clouds at all Moons and junes and ferris wheels The dizzy dancing way you feel As ev’ry fairy tale comes real I’ve looked at love that way But now it’s just another show You leave ’em laughing when you go And if you care, don’t let them know Don’t give yourself away I’ve looked at love from both sides now From give and take, and still somehow It’s love’s illusions I recall I really don’t know love at all Tears and fears and feeling proud To say "i love you" right out loud Dreams and schemes and circus crowds I’ve looked at life that way But now old friends are acting strange They shake their heads, they say I’ve changed Well something’s lost, but something’s gained In living ev’ry day I’ve looked at life from both sides now From win and lose and still somehow It’s life’s illusions I recall I really don’t know life at all I’ve looked at life from both sides now From up and down, and still somehow It’s life’s illusions I recall I really don’t know life at all |
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from Joni Mitchell - Both Sides Now (2000)
Comes a rain storm
Put your rubbers on your feet Comes a snow storm You can get a little heat Comes love Nothing can be done Comes a fire Firemen come and rescue me Blow a tire You can patch the inner tube Comes love Nothing can be done Don't try hidin' 'Cause it isn't any use You'll just start slidin' When your heart turns on the juice Comes a heat wave You can hurry to the store Come a summons Hide yourself behind a door Comes love Nothing can be done Comes a headache You can lose it in a day Comes a toothache See your dentist right away Comes love Nothing can be done Comes the measles You can quarrantine the room Comes a mousie You can chase it with a broom Comes love Nothing can be done That's all brother If you've ever been in love That's all brother And you know just what I'm speakin' of Comes a nightmare You can always stay awake Comes depression You could get another break Comes love Nothing can be done Nothing can be done |
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from Joni Mitchell - Both Sides Now (2000)
Build your dreams
To the stars above But when you need someone true to love Don't go to strangers Lover come to me Play with fire Get your fingers burned But when there's no place left to turn Don't go to strangers Lover come to me You give the call to follow your heart You'll follow your heart, I know I've been around I'm an old hand I'll understand if you have to go So make your mark For your friends to see But when you need more than company Don't go to strangers Lover come to me Don't go to strangers Lover come to me |
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from Joni Mitchell - Both Sides Now (2000)
Don't worry 'bout me
I'll get along Forget about me Just be happy my love Let's say that our little show is over And so the story ends Why not call it a day the sensible way And still be friends Look out for yourself That should be the rule Give your heart and your love To whomever you love Darlin' don't be a fool Why do we cling to this old faded thing That used to be So if you can forget Then don't worry 'bout me Why should we cling to some old faded thing That used to be So if you can forget Then you don't worry 'bout me |
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from Joni Mitchell - Both Sides Now (2000)
The sleepless nights
The daily fights The quick toboggan when you reach the heights I miss the kisses and I miss the bites I wish I were in love again The broken dates The endless waits The lovely loving and the hateful hates The conversations with the flying plates I wish I were in love again No more pain No no more strain Now I'm sane But I'd rather be punch drunk The flying fur of cat and cur The fine mismatching of a him and her I've learned my lesson but I wish I were in love again The furtive sigh The blackened eye The words I love you 'til the day I die The self-deception that believes that lie I wish I were in love again When love congeals It soon reveals The faint aroma of performing seals The double-crossing of a pair of heels I wish I were in love again No more care No more despair Now I'm all there But I'd rather be punch drunk Believe me sir, I much prefer The classic battle of a him and her I don't like quiet and I wish I were In love again In love again |
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from Joni Mitchell - Both Sides Now (2000)
Sometimes I'm happy
Sometimes I'm blue My disposition depends on you I never mind the rain from the skies As long as I have the sun in your eyes Sometimes I love you Sometimes I hate you When I hate you It's because I love you That's how I am So what can I do I'm happy when I'm with you Sometimes I'm happy Sometimes I'm blue My disposition depends on you I never mind the rain from the skies As long as I have the sun in your eyes Sometimes I love you Sometimes I hate you When I hate you It's because I love you That's how I am So what can I do I'm happy when I'm with you I'm happy when I'm with you I'm happy when I'm with you I'm happy when I'm with you I'm happy when I'm with you |
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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 - 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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