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from Joni Mitchell - Taming The Tiger (1998)
I went so numb on Christmas day
I couldn't feel my hands or feet I shouldn't have come She made me pay For gleaming with Donald down her street She put blame on him And shame on me She made it all seem so tawdry and cheap "Oh, let's be nice, Mama, open up your gifts You know, happiness is the best facelift" I mean, after all, she introduced us Oh, but she regrets that now Shacked up downtown Making love without a license Same old sacred cow She said, "Did you come home to disgrace us?" I said, "Why is this joy not allowed? For God's sake, I'm middle-aged, Mama And time moves swift And you know happiness is the best facelift" Oh, love takes so much courage Love takes so much shit He said "You've seen too many movies, Joni" She said "Snap out of it!" Oh, the cold winds blew at our room with a view All helpful and hopeful and candlelit We kissed the angels and the moon eclipsed You know, Happiness is the best facelift We pushed the bed up to the window To see the Christmas lights On the east bank across the steaming river Between the bridges lit up Paris-like This river has run through both our lives Between these banks of our continuing delights Bless us, don't let us lose the drift You know, Happiness is the best facelift. |
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from Joni Mitchell - Taming The Tiger (1998)
At the far end of the midway
by the double ferris wheel There's a band that plays so snakey You can't help how you feel Emmie Mae ran away With a man as dark as night You can see him, if you go there Second trumpet to the right They play "Night Train" So snakey Black girls dancing Long and lanky Barkers barking Step right up, folks! The show is about to begin It's Harlem in Havana time Step right in! Silver spangles See 'em dangle in the farm boy's eyes Hootchie kootchie Auntie Ruthie would've cried If she knew we were on the inside. When Emmie Mae ran away She came back a bottle blonde God! The gossips had a gourmet feast Chomping on how she was born But miracle of miracles Cuz we were underage She got us nearly front row seats To the right side of the stage See that tall girl? That's a man That one, too Big yellow feather fan Barkers barking Step right up, folks! The show is about to begin It's Harlem in Havana time Step right in! Silver spangles See 'em dangle in the farm boy's eyes Hootchie kootchie Auntie Ruthie would've died If she knew we were on the inside. |
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from Joni Mitchell - Taming The Tiger (1998)
"Kiss my ass!" I said
and I threw my drink Tequila trickling Down his business suit Must be the Irish blood Fight before you think Turn it now You can't cowtow You can't undo it It's his town And that went down Like a lead balloon Lead lead lead lead balloon He said "Sic her, Rover" That went over Like a lead balloon Lead lead lead lead balloon Lead balloon An angry man is just an angry man But an angry woman Bitch! I had to ask him for a helping hand It came with the heart Of a Bonaparte Of a frozen fish It's his town And that went down Like a lead balloon Lead lead lead lead balloon He said "Sic her, Rover" That went over Like a lead balloon Lead lead lead lead balloon Lead balloon Lead balloon, lead lead lead lead balloon Lead balloon, lead lead lead lead balloon Lead balloon, lead lead lead lead balloon Lead balloon It's his town and that went down Like a lead balloon Lead lead lead balloon He said "Sic her, Rover" That went over Like a lead balloon Lead lead lead lead balloon Lead balloon Lead lead lead lead balloon Lead lead lead lead balloon Lead balloon |
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from Joni Mitchell - Taming The Tiger (1998)
He said "You think you're a lady
But I know you're a woman We are as young as the night" I said "No telephones ringing No company coming Just the lap of the lake and the firelight" And the lonely loon and the crescent moon What a pocket of heavenly grace But in France they say Everyday Love puts on a new face Love has many faces About a month or so later he said "Why can't you be happy You make me feel helpless when you get this way" I said "I'm up to my neck in alligators Jaws gnashing at me Each one trying to pull a piece away" Darling, you can't slay these beasts of prey Some bad dreams even love can't erase But in France they say Everyday Love puts on a new face Love has many faces He said "I wish you were with me here The leaves are electric They burn on the river bank Countless heatless flames" I said "Send me some pictures then And I'll paint pyrotechnic Explosions of your autumn till we meet again I miss your touch and your lips so much I long for our next embrace" But in France they say Everyday Love puts on a new face Love puts on a new face Love has many faces Many many faces |
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from Joni Mitchell - Taming The Tiger (1998)
Since I lost you
I can't get through the day Without at least one big boo-hoo The pain won't go away What am I gonna do? Man from Mars This time you went too far I fall apart Everytime I think of you Swallowed by the dark There is no center to my life now No grace in my heart Man from Mars This time you went too far I call and call The silence is so full of sounds You're in them all I hear you in the water And the wiring in the walls Man from Mars This time you went too far |
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from Joni Mitchell - Taming The Tiger (1998)
Words and Music by
Isham Jones and Gene Willaden (1942) So here's to you May your dreams come true May old father time Never be unkind And through the years Save your smiles and your tears They're just souvenirs They'll make music in your heart Remember this Each new day is a kiss Sent from up above With an angel's love So here's to you May your skies be blue And your love blessed That's my best to you Remember this Each new day is a kiss Sent from up above With an angel's love So here's to you May your skies be blue And your love blessed That's my very best to you |
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from Joni Mitchell - Taming The Tiger (1998)
The general offered
No apologies He said "The soldiers erred in judgement They should have hired a hooker" No apologies to the outraged Japanese No "Sorry little girl" The pigs just took her Tireskids and teethmarks What happened to this place? Lawyers and loan sharks Are laying America to waste Freddie said that "Juan thinks, I think He's the devil" What a lofty title For such a petty little tyrant Bigger beasts abound And they kick this world around At this crazy speed With violence and greed Tireskids and teethmarks What happened to this place? Lawyers and loan sharks Are laying America to waste So what makes a man a man In these tough times As druglords buy up the banks And warlords radiate the oceans Ecosystems fail Snakes and snails and puppy tails Are wagging in the womb Beneath the trampled moon Tireskids and teethmarks What happened to this place? Lawyers and loan sharks Are laying America to waste The general offered No apologies |
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from Joni Mitchell - Taming The Tiger (1998)
This is really something
People will be envious But our roles aren't clear So we musn't rush Still, we're burning brightly Clinging like fire to fuel I'm grinning like a fool Stay in touch We should stay in touch Oh! Stay in touch In touch Part of this is permanent Part of this is passing So we must be loyal and wary Not to give away too much Til we build a firm foundation And empty out old habits Old habits Stay in touch We should stay in touch Oh! Stay in touch In touch During times like these The wise or influential They can bear the imperfections They can keep the money No doubt about it No doubt that's essential No doubt that's always been a tricky one for me So, we should just surrender Let fate and duty shape us Let light hearts remake us Let the worries hush In the middle of this continent In the middle of our time on Earth We perceive one another Stay in touch We should stay in touch Oh! Stay in touch In touch |
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from Joni Mitchell - Taming The Tiger (1998)
I stepped outside to breathe the air
And stare up at the stars Big dipper hanging there Over the rented car Over the rented car I'm a runaway from the record biz From the hoods in the hood and the whiny white kids Boring! The old man is snoring And I'm taming the tiger (You can't tame the tiger) Tiger, tiger burning bright Nice, kitty kitty Tiger, tiger burning bright Sophia says "It's hard to catch And harder still to ride The time to watch the beast the best Is when it's purring at your side" Purring at your side Accolades and honors One false move and you're a goner Boring! The old man is snoring And I'm taming the tiger (You can't tame the tiger) Tiger, tiger burning bright Nice, kitty kitty Tiger, tiger burning bright In the forest of the night The moon shed light On my hopeless plight As the radio blared so bland Every disc, a poker chip Every song just a one night stand Formula music, girly guile Genuine junkfood for juveniles Up and down the dial Mercenary style I watched the stars chuck down their spears And a plane went blinking by And I thought of Anna Wild and dear Like fireworks in the sky Fireworks in the sky I'm so sick of this game It's hip, it's hot Life's too short, the whole thing's gotten Boring! The old man is snoring And I'm taming the tiger (You can't tame the tiger) Tiger, tiger burning bright Nice, kitty kitty (Boring!) Tiger, tiger burning bright (You can't tame the tiger) Oh, be nice, kitty kitty (Boring!) Tiger, tiger burning bright Nice, kitty kitty (Boring, boring!) Tiger, tiger burning bright (Fight to the light, fight to the light) In the forest of the night |
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from Joni Mitchell - Taming The Tiger (1998)
It was a dark and a stormy night
Everyone was at the wing-ding They weren't the wing-ding type So they went up on the train bridge Where the weather was howling And oh, oh, my my When that train comes rolling by No paper thin walls, no folks above No one else can hear The crazy cries of love They were laughing, they were dancing in the rain They knew their love was a strong one When they heard the far off whistle of a train They were hoping it was going to be a long one Cuz oh, oh, my my When that train comes rolling by No paper thin walls, no folks above No one else can hear The crazy cries of love In the back booth of an all night cafe Two dripping raincoats are hanging Outside in the weather The shade on the streetlight is clanging And they smile ear to ear and eye to eye Ice cream is melting on a piece of pie Oh, my my No one else can hear The cries of love Every kiss was sweet and strong Every touch was totally tandem As the train come a-rumbling along They sang a lover's song of wild abandon And oh, oh, my my When that train comes rolling by No paper thin walls, no folks above No one else can hear The crazy cries of love No paper thin walls, no folks above No one else can hear The crazy cries of love |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
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 - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
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 - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
traveling, traveling, traveling Looking for something, what can it be? Oh i hate you some, I hate you some I love you some I love you when I forget about me I want to be strong I want to laugh along I want to belong to the living Alive, alive, I want to get up and jive I want to wreck my stockings in some juke box dive Do you want- do you want- do you want to dance with me baby do you want to take a chance and maybe find some sweet romance with me baby well come on All I really really want our love to do is to bring out the best in me and in you too All I really really want our love to do is to bring out the best in me and in you I want to talk to you, I want to shampoo you I want to renew you again and again Applause, applause- Life is our cause When I think of you kisses my mind see-saws do you see- do you see- do you see how you hurt me baby so I hurt you too then we both get so blue I am on a lonely road and I am traveling looking for the key to set me free Oh the jealousy, the greed is the unraveling it's the unraveling and it undoes all the joy the could be I want to have fun, I want to shine like the sun I want to be the one that you want to see I want to knit you a sweater want to write you a love letter I want to make you feel better I want to make you feel free Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Want to make you feel free I want to make you feel free |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
traveling, traveling, traveling Looking for something, what can it be? Oh i hate you some, I hate you some I love you some I love you when I forget about me I want to be strong I want to laugh along I want to belong to the living Alive, alive, I want to get up and jive I want to wreck my stockings in some juke box dive Do you want- do you want- do you want to dance with me baby do you want to take a chance and maybe find some sweet romance with me baby well come on All I really really want our love to do is to bring out the best in me and in you too All I really really want our love to do is to bring out the best in me and in you I want to talk to you, I want to shampoo you I want to renew you again and again Applause, applause- Life is our cause When I think of you kisses my mind see-saws do you see- do you see- do you see how you hurt me baby so I hurt you too then we both get so blue I am on a lonely road and I am traveling looking for the key to set me free Oh the jealousy, the greed is the unraveling it's the unraveling and it undoes all the joy the could be I want to have fun, I want to shine like the sun I want to be the one that you want to see I want to knit you a sweater want to write you a love letter I want to make you feel better I want to make you feel free Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Want to make you feel free I want to make you feel free |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
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 - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
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 - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
Blue
Songs are like tattoos You know I've been to sea before Crown and Anchor me Or let me sail away Hey blue, here is a song for you Ink on a pin Underneath the skin An empty space to fill in Well there are 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 Everybody's saying that hells 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 Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
Blue
Songs are like tattoos You know I've been to sea before Crown and Anchor me Or let me sail away Hey blue, here is a song for you Ink on a pin Underneath the skin An empty space to fill in Well there are 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 Everybody's saying that hells 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 Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere, I've looked at clouds that way. But now they only block the sun, they rain and snow on everyone. 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 that you feel As every 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 that 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. Something's lost but something's gained in living every 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. |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere, I've looked at clouds that way. But now they only block the sun, they rain and snow on everyone. 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 that you feel As every 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 that 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. Something's lost but something's gained in living every 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. |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
There's a man who's been out sailing,
in a decade full of dreams. And he takes her to a schooner, and he treats her like a queen. Bearing beads from California, with their amber stones and green. He has called her from the harbor, he has kissed her with his freedom, he has heard her off to starboard in the breaking and the breathing of the water weeds. While she was busy being free. There's a man who's climbed a mountain, and he's calling out her name, and he hopes her heart can hear, 3,000 miles he calls again, he can think her there beside him, he can miss her just the same. He has missed her in the forest, while he showed her all the flowers, and the branches sang the chorus, as he climbed the scaly towers of a forest tree. While she was somewhere being free. There's a man who sent a letter and he's waiting for her reply. He has asked her of her travels since the day they said goodbye. He writes, "Wish you were beside me, we could make it if we try." He has seen her at the office, with her name on all his papers, through the sharing of the profits, he will find it hard to shake her from these memories. And she's so busy being free. There's a lady, in the city, and she thinks she loves them all. There's the one who's thinking of her, There's the one who sometimes calls. There's the one who writes her letters, with his facts and figures scrawl. She has brought them to her senses, they have laughed inside her laughter. Now she rallies her defenses, for she fears that one will ask her for eternity. And she's so busy being free. There's a man who sends her medals, he is bleeding from the war. There's a jouster and a jester and a man who owns a store. There's a drummer, and a dreamer, and you know there may be more . She will love them when she sees them, they will lose her if they follow. And she only means to please them, and her heart is full and hollow like a cactus tree. While she's so busy being free. Like a cactus tree- Being free. |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
There's a man who's been out sailing,
in a decade full of dreams. And he takes her to a schooner, and he treats her like a queen. Bearing beads from California, with their amber stones and green. He has called her from the harbor, he has kissed her with his freedom, he has heard her off to starboard in the breaking and the breathing of the water weeds. While she was busy being free. There's a man who's climbed a mountain, and he's calling out her name, and he hopes her heart can hear, 3,000 miles he calls again, he can think her there beside him, he can miss her just the same. He has missed her in the forest, while he showed her all the flowers, and the branches sang the chorus, as he climbed the scaly towers of a forest tree. While she was somewhere being free. There's a man who sent a letter and he's waiting for her reply. He has asked her of her travels since the day they said goodbye. He writes, "Wish you were beside me, we could make it if we try." He has seen her at the office, with her name on all his papers, through the sharing of the profits, he will find it hard to shake her from these memories. And she's so busy being free. There's a lady, in the city, and she thinks she loves them all. There's the one who's thinking of her, There's the one who sometimes calls. There's the one who writes her letters, with his facts and figures scrawl. She has brought them to her senses, they have laughed inside her laughter. Now she rallies her defenses, for she fears that one will ask her for eternity. And she's so busy being free. There's a man who sends her medals, he is bleeding from the war. There's a jouster and a jester and a man who owns a store. There's a drummer, and a dreamer, and you know there may be more . She will love them when she sees them, they will lose her if they follow. And she only means to please them, and her heart is full and hollow like a cactus tree. While she's so busy being free. Like a cactus tree- Being free. |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
The wind is in from Africa, last night I couldn't sleep
Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here, Carey, but it's really not my home My fingernails are filthy, I've got beach tar on my feet And I miss my clean white linen and my fancy French cologne Oh, Carey get out your cane and I'll put on some silver Oh, you're a mean old daddy but I like you Come on down to the Mermaid Cafe and I will buy you a bottle of wine And we'll laugh and toast to nothing and smash our empty glasses down Let's have a round for these freaks and these soldiers, a round for these friends of mine Let's have another round for the bright red devil who keeps me in this tourist town Come on Carey, get out your cane, and I'll put on some silver Oh, you're a mean old daddy but I like you, I like you, I like you, I like you Maybe I'll go to Amsterdam, or maybe I'll go to Rome And rent me a grand piano and put some flowers 'round my room But let's not talk about fare-thee-wells now, the night is a starry dome And they're playing that scratchy rock 'n' roll beneath the Matalla moon Come on Carey, get out your cane and I'll put on some silver Oh, you're a mean old daddy but I like you The wind is in from Africa, last night I couldn't sleep Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here but it's really not my home Maybe it's been too long a time since I was scrambling down in the streets Now they got me used to that clean white linen and that fancy French cologne Oh Carey get out your cane and I'll put on my finest silver We'll go to the Mermaid Cafe, have fun tonight I said, oh, you're a mean old daddy but you're outta sight |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
The wind is in from Africa, last night I couldn't sleep
Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here, Carey, but it's really not my home My fingernails are filthy, I've got beach tar on my feet And I miss my clean white linen and my fancy French cologne Oh, Carey get out your cane and I'll put on some silver Oh, you're a mean old daddy but I like you Come on down to the Mermaid Cafe and I will buy you a bottle of wine And we'll laugh and toast to nothing and smash our empty glasses down Let's have a round for these freaks and these soldiers, a round for these friends of mine Let's have another round for the bright red devil who keeps me in this tourist town Come on Carey, get out your cane, and I'll put on some silver Oh, you're a mean old daddy but I like you, I like you, I like you, I like you Maybe I'll go to Amsterdam, or maybe I'll go to Rome And rent me a grand piano and put some flowers 'round my room But let's not talk about fare-thee-wells now, the night is a starry dome And they're playing that scratchy rock 'n' roll beneath the Matalla moon Come on Carey, get out your cane and I'll put on some silver Oh, you're a mean old daddy but I like you The wind is in from Africa, last night I couldn't sleep Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here but it's really not my home Maybe it's been too long a time since I was scrambling down in the streets Now they got me used to that clean white linen and that fancy French cologne Oh Carey get out your cane and I'll put on my finest silver We'll go to the Mermaid Cafe, have fun tonight I said, oh, you're a mean old daddy but you're outta sight |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
Cold Blue Steel out of money
One eye for the beat police Sweet Fire calling "You can't deny me Now you know what you need" Underneath the jungle gym Hollow-grey-fire-escape-thief Looking for Sweet Fire Shadow of Lady Release "Come with me I know the way" she says "It's down, down, down the dark ladder Do you want to contact somebody first? Leave someone a letter? You can come now Or you can come later" A wristwatch, a ring, a downstairs screamer Edgy - black cracks of the sky "Pin-cushion-prick- Fix this poor bad dreamer!" "Money" cold shadows reply Pawnshops crisscrossed and padlocked Corridors spit on prayers and pleas Sparks fly up from Sweet Fire Black soot of Lady Release "Come with me I know the way" she says "It's down, down, down the dark ladder Do you want to contact somebody first? Does it really matter You can come now Or you can come later?" Red water in the bathroom sink Fever and the scum brown bowl Blue Steel still begging But it's indistinct Someone's HI-Fi drumming Jelly Roll Concrete concentration camp Bashing in veins for peace Cold Blue Steel and Sweet Fire Fall into Lady Release "Come with me I know the way" she says "It's down, down, down the dark ladder Do you want to contact somebody first? I mean what does it really matter? You're going to come now Or you're going to come later" |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
Cold Blue Steel out of money
One eye for the beat police Sweet Fire calling "You can't deny me Now you know what you need" Underneath the jungle gym Hollow-grey-fire-escape-thief Looking for Sweet Fire Shadow of Lady Release "Come with me I know the way" she says "It's down, down, down the dark ladder Do you want to contact somebody first? Leave someone a letter? You can come now Or you can come later" A wristwatch, a ring, a downstairs screamer Edgy - black cracks of the sky "Pin-cushion-prick- Fix this poor bad dreamer!" "Money" cold shadows reply Pawnshops crisscrossed and padlocked Corridors spit on prayers and pleas Sparks fly up from Sweet Fire Black soot of Lady Release "Come with me I know the way" she says "It's down, down, down the dark ladder Do you want to contact somebody first? Does it really matter You can come now Or you can come later?" Red water in the bathroom sink Fever and the scum brown bowl Blue Steel still begging But it's indistinct Someone's HI-Fi drumming Jelly Roll Concrete concentration camp Bashing in veins for peace Cold Blue Steel and Sweet Fire Fall into Lady Release "Come with me I know the way" she says "It's down, down, down the dark ladder Do you want to contact somebody first? I mean what does it really matter? You're going to come now Or you're going to come later" |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
I'll try to keep myself open up to you
That's a promise that I made to love When it was new "Just like Jericho" I said "Let these wall come tumbling down" I said it like I finally found the way To keep the good feelings alive I said it like it was something to strive for. I'll try to keep myself open up to you And approve your self expression I need that, too I need your confidence, baby And the gift of your extra time In turn I'll give you mine Sweet darling, it's a rich exchange It seems to me It's a warm arrangement! Anyone will tell you Just how hard it is to make and keep a friend Maybe they'll short sell you Or maybe it's you Judas, in the end When you just can no longer pretend That you're getting what you need Or you're giving out anything for them to grow and feed on. I'll try to keep myself open up to you It gets easier and easier to do Just like Jericho Let these walls come tumbling down now Let them fall right on the ground Let all these dogs go running free The wild and the gentle dogs Kenneled in me. |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
I'll try to keep myself open up to you
That's a promise that I made to love When it was new "Just like Jericho" I said "Let these wall come tumbling down" I said it like I finally found the way To keep the good feelings alive I said it like it was something to strive for. I'll try to keep myself open up to you And approve your self expression I need that, too I need your confidence, baby And the gift of your extra time In turn I'll give you mine Sweet darling, it's a rich exchange It seems to me It's a warm arrangement! Anyone will tell you Just how hard it is to make and keep a friend Maybe they'll short sell you Or maybe it's you Judas, in the end When you just can no longer pretend That you're getting what you need Or you're giving out anything for them to grow and feed on. I'll try to keep myself open up to you It gets easier and easier to do Just like Jericho Let these walls come tumbling down now Let them fall right on the ground Let all these dogs go running free The wild and the gentle dogs Kenneled in me. |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
The firmament of Tinsel Town
Is strung with tungsten stars Lot's of forty watt successes He says where's my own shining hour He's the well kept secret of the underground He's in debt to the company store Because his only channelled aspiration Was getting back that girl he had before He's got stacks and stacks of words that rhyme Describing what it is to lose He's got some just for laughs He's got some for love That mainline to his blues Some to shed a little light on you and on me Some to shed a little light on the human story The wars of pride and property The rebel Irish and the promised land Jew Fighting behind his eyes and over seas Wounded in action and no ceasefire in view Brave reporters bring the battles home But tonight inside that box Just more bang bang ketchup color to him Just more Twentieth Century Fox All because that ghostly girl comes haunting Just out of reach-outside his bed And she kicks the covers off his sleep For the clumsy things he said She commands his head-She tries his sanity She demands his head-Tonight unknowingly Vaguely she floats and lacelike Blown in like a curtain on the night wind She's nebulous and naked He wonders where she's been He grabs at the air because there's nothing there Her evasiveness stings him With long legs-long lonely legs Bruised from banging into things One day he was standing just outside her door He was carrying an armload of bright balloons She just laughed She said she heard him knocking And she teased him for the moon "Is one the moon, dear clown, Tied to a string for me?" He tried but he could not get it down For truth or for mystery He tried but he could not get it down For love or money |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
The firmament of Tinsel Town
Is strung with tungsten stars Lot's of forty watt successes He says where's my own shining hour He's the well kept secret of the underground He's in debt to the company store Because his only channelled aspiration Was getting back that girl he had before He's got stacks and stacks of words that rhyme Describing what it is to lose He's got some just for laughs He's got some for love That mainline to his blues Some to shed a little light on you and on me Some to shed a little light on the human story The wars of pride and property The rebel Irish and the promised land Jew Fighting behind his eyes and over seas Wounded in action and no ceasefire in view Brave reporters bring the battles home But tonight inside that box Just more bang bang ketchup color to him Just more Twentieth Century Fox All because that ghostly girl comes haunting Just out of reach-outside his bed And she kicks the covers off his sleep For the clumsy things he said She commands his head-She tries his sanity She demands his head-Tonight unknowingly Vaguely she floats and lacelike Blown in like a curtain on the night wind She's nebulous and naked He wonders where she's been He grabs at the air because there's nothing there Her evasiveness stings him With long legs-long lonely legs Bruised from banging into things One day he was standing just outside her door He was carrying an armload of bright balloons She just laughed She said she heard him knocking And she teased him for the moon "Is one the moon, dear clown, Tied to a string for me?" He tried but he could not get it down For truth or for mystery He tried but he could not get it down For love or money |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
All the people at this party
They've got a lot of style They've got stamps of many countries They've got passport smiles Some are friendly Some are cutting Some are watching it from the wings Some are standing in the center Giving to get something Photo beauty gets attention Then her eye paint's running down She's got a rose in her teeth And a lampshade crown One minute she's so happy Then she's crying on someone's knee Saying laughing and crying You know it's the same release I told you when I met you I was crazy Cry for us all, beauty Cry for Eddie in the corner Thinking he's nobody And Jack behind his joker And stonecold Grace behind her fan And me in my frightened silence Thinking I don't understand I feel like I'm sleeping Can you wake me You seem to have a broader sensibility I'm just living on nerves and feelings With a weak and a lazy mind And coming to peoples parties Fumbling deaf dumb & blind I wish I had more sense of humour Keeping the sadness at bay Throwing the lightness on these things Laughing it all away x 4 |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
All the people at this party
They've got a lot of style They've got stamps of many countries They've got passport smiles Some are friendly Some are cutting Some are watching it from the wings Some are standing in the center Giving to get something Photo beauty gets attention Then her eye paint's running down She's got a rose in her teeth And a lampshade crown One minute she's so happy Then she's crying on someone's knee Saying laughing and crying You know it's the same release I told you when I met you I was crazy Cry for us all, beauty Cry for Eddie in the corner Thinking he's nobody And Jack behind his joker And stonecold Grace behind her fan And me in my frightened silence Thinking I don't understand I feel like I'm sleeping Can you wake me You seem to have a broader sensibility I'm just living on nerves and feelings With a weak and a lazy mind And coming to peoples parties Fumbling deaf dumb & blind I wish I had more sense of humour Keeping the sadness at bay Throwing the lightness on these things Laughing it all away x 4 |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
It was a rainy night
We took a taxi to your mothers' home She went to Florida and left you With you father's gun, alone Upon her small white bed I fell into a dream You sat up all the night and watched me To see, who in the world I might be I am from the Sunday school I sing soprano in the upstairs choir You are a holy man ON the FM radio I sat up all the night and watched thee To see, who in the world you might be You called me beautiful You called your mother - she was very tanned So you packed your tent and went To live out in the Arizona sand You are a refugee From a wealthy family You gave up all the golden factories To see, who in the world you might be |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
It was a rainy night
We took a taxi to your mothers' home She went to Florida and left you With you father's gun, alone Upon her small white bed I fell into a dream You sat up all the night and watched me To see, who in the world I might be I am from the Sunday school I sing soprano in the upstairs choir You are a holy man ON the FM radio I sat up all the night and watched thee To see, who in the world you might be You called me beautiful You called your mother - she was very tanned So you packed your tent and went To live out in the Arizona sand You are a refugee From a wealthy family You gave up all the golden factories To see, who in the world you might be |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
I slept last night in a good hotel
I went shopping today for jewels The wind rushed around in the dirty town And the children let out from the schools I was standing on a noisy corner Waiting for the walking green Across the street he stood And he played real good On his clarinet, for free. Now me I play for fortune And those velvet curtain calls I've got a black limousine And two gentlemen Escorting me to the halls And I play if you have the money Or if you're a friend to me But the one man band By the quick lunch stand He was playing real good, for free. Nobody stopped to hear him Though he played so sweet and high They knew he had never Been on their t.v. So they passed his music by I meant to go over and ask for a song Maybe put on a harmony... I heard his refrain As the signal changed He was playing real good, for free. |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
I slept last night in a good hotel
I went shopping today for jewels The wind rushed around in the dirty town And the children let out from the schools I was standing on a noisy corner Waiting for the walking green Across the street he stood And he played real good On his clarinet, for free. Now me I play for fortune And those velvet curtain calls I've got a black limousine And two gentlemen Escorting me to the halls And I play if you have the money Or if you're a friend to me But the one man band By the quick lunch stand He was playing real good, for free. Nobody stopped to hear him Though he played so sweet and high They knew he had never Been on their t.v. So they passed his music by I meant to go over and ask for a song Maybe put on a harmony... I heard his refrain As the signal changed He was playing real good, for free. |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe "You laugh," he said, "You think you're immune, Go look at your eyes, they're full of moon You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you All those pretty lies, pretty lies When you gonna realize they're only pretty lies Only pretty lies, just pretty lies" He put a quarter in the Wurlitzer And he pushed three buttons and the thing began to whirr And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie And she said, "Drink up now it's gettin' on time to close" "Richard you haven't really changed," I said, "It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head You got tombs in your eyes, but the songs you punched are dreaming Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet When you gonna go get yourself back on your feet? Oh love can be so sweet, love so sweet." Richard got married to a figure skater And he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator And he drinks at home now most nights with the TV on And all the house lights left up bright I'm gonna blow this damn candle out I don't want nobody comin' over to my table I got nothing to talk to anybody about All good dreamers pass this way some day Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes, dark cafes Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings and fly away Only a phase, these dark cafe days. |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe "You laugh," he said, "You think you're immune, Go look at your eyes, they're full of moon You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you All those pretty lies, pretty lies When you gonna realize they're only pretty lies Only pretty lies, just pretty lies" He put a quarter in the Wurlitzer And he pushed three buttons and the thing began to whirr And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie And she said, "Drink up now it's gettin' on time to close" "Richard you haven't really changed," I said, "It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head You got tombs in your eyes, but the songs you punched are dreaming Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet When you gonna go get yourself back on your feet? Oh love can be so sweet, love so sweet." Richard got married to a figure skater And he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator And he drinks at home now most nights with the TV on And all the house lights left up bright I'm gonna blow this damn candle out I don't want nobody comin' over to my table I got nothing to talk to anybody about All good dreamers pass this way some day Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes, dark cafes Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings and fly away Only a phase, these dark cafe days. |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
I am a woman of heart and mind
With time on her hands No child to raise You come to me like a little boy And I give you my scorn and my praise You think I'm like your mother Or another lover or your sister Or the queen of your dreams Or just another silly girl When love makes a fool of me After the rush when you come back down You're always disappointed Nothing seems to keep you high Drive your bargains Push your papers Win your medals Fuck your strangers Don't it leave you on the empty side I'm looking for affection and respect A little passion And you want stimulation-nothing more That's what I think But you know I'll try to be there for you When your spirits start to sink All this talk about holiness now It must be the start of the latest style Is it all books and words Or do you really feel it? Do you really laugh? Do you really care? Do you really smile When you smile? You criticize and you flatter You imitate the best And the rest you memorize You know the times you impress me most Are the times when you don't try When you don't even try |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
I am a woman of heart and mind
With time on her hands No child to raise You come to me like a little boy And I give you my scorn and my praise You think I'm like your mother Or another lover or your sister Or the queen of your dreams Or just another silly girl When love makes a fool of me After the rush when you come back down You're always disappointed Nothing seems to keep you high Drive your bargains Push your papers Win your medals Fuck your strangers Don't it leave you on the empty side I'm looking for affection and respect A little passion And you want stimulation-nothing more That's what I think But you know I'll try to be there for you When your spirits start to sink All this talk about holiness now It must be the start of the latest style Is it all books and words Or do you really feel it? Do you really laugh? Do you really care? Do you really smile When you smile? You criticize and you flatter You imitate the best And the rest you memorize You know the times you impress me most Are the times when you don't try When you don't even try |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road And I asked him, where are you going And this he told me... I'm going on down to Yasgur's farm I'm going to join in a rock 'n' roll band I'm going to camp out on the land I'm gonna try and get my soul free We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden Then can I walk beside you I have come here to lose the smog And I feel to be a cog in something turning Well maybe it is just the time of year Or maybe it's the time of man I don't know who l am But ya know life is for learning We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden By the time we got to Woodstock We were half a million strong And everywhere there was song and celebration And I dreamed I saw the bombers Riding shotgun in the sky And they were turning into butterflies Above our nation We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden We are stardust Billion-year-old carbon We are golden Caught in the devil's bargain And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road And I asked him, where are you going And this he told me... I'm going on down to Yasgur's farm I'm going to join in a rock 'n' roll band I'm going to camp out on the land I'm gonna try and get my soul free We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden Then can I walk beside you I have come here to lose the smog And I feel to be a cog in something turning Well maybe it is just the time of year Or maybe it's the time of man I don't know who l am But ya know life is for learning We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden By the time we got to Woodstock We were half a million strong And everywhere there was song and celebration And I dreamed I saw the bombers Riding shotgun in the sky And they were turning into butterflies Above our nation We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden We are stardust Billion-year-old carbon We are golden Caught in the devil's bargain And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
If you're driving into town
With a dark cloud above you Dial in the number Who's bound to love you Oh honey you turn me on I'm a radio I'm a country station I'm a little bit corny I'm a wildwood flower Waving for you I'm a broadcasting tower Waving for you And I'm sending you out This signal here I hope you can pick it up Loud and clear I know you don't like weak women You get bored so quick And you don't like strong women 'Cause they're hip to your tricks It's been dirty for dirty Down the line But you know I come when you whistle When you're loving and kind But if you've got too many doubts If there's no good reception for me Then tune me out, 'cause honey Who needs the static It hurts the head And you wind up cracking And the day goes dismal From "Breakfast Barney" To the sign-off prayer What a sorry face you get to wear I'm going to tell you again now If you're still listening there If you're driving into town With a dark cloud above you Dial in the number Who's bound to love you If you're lying on the beach With the transistor going Kick off the sandflies honey The love's still flowing If your head says forget it But your heart's still smoking Call me at the station The lines are open |
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from Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles (1974)
If you're driving into town
With a dark cloud above you Dial in the number Who's bound to love you Oh honey you turn me on I'm a radio I'm a country station I'm a little bit corny I'm a wildwood flower Waving for you I'm a broadcasting tower Waving for you And I'm sending you out This signal here I hope you can pick it up Loud and clear I know you don't like weak women You get bored so quick And you don't like strong women 'Cause they're hip to your tricks It's been dirty for dirty Down the line But you know I come when you whistle When you're loving and kind But if you've got too many doubts If there's no good reception for me Then tune me out, 'cause honey Who needs the static It hurts the head And you wind up cracking And the day goes dismal From "Breakfast Barney" To the sign-off prayer What a sorry face you get to wear I'm going to tell you again now If you're still listening there If you're driving into town With a dark cloud above you Dial in the number Who's bound to love you If you're lying on the beach With the transistor going Kick off the sandflies honey The love's still flowing If your head says forget it But your heart's still smoking Call me at the station The lines are open |
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from Joni Mitchell - Dog Eat Dog (1985)
It's dog eat dog--I'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 DOG EAT DOG On prime time crime the victim begs Money is the road to justice And power walks it on crooked legs Prime--Time--Crime Holy hope in the hands of Snakebite evangelists and racketeers And big wig financiers 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 Dog eat dog Knowing nothing Dog eat dog |
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from Joni Mitchell - Dog Eat Dog (1985)
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 - Dog Eat Dog (1985)
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 - Dog Eat Dog (1985)
I'm a lucky girl
I found my friend I've been all around the world Mission Impossible Chasing the rainbow's end Wise guys Shy guys And sly lover boys With big bad bedroom eyes ... I never loved a man I trusted As far as I could pitch my shoe 'Til I loved you You're my lucky star You're my magician You make the night prowling disappear Vanished from the star-war-bars Empty repetition I get my heart full here Playboys Stray boys And "Say, hey, hey" boys'll treat you like a toy I never loved a man I trusted As far as I could pitch my shoe 'Til I loved you Cheaters Woman beaters And Huck Finn shucksters hopping parking meters I never loved a man I trusted As far as I could pitch my shoe 'til I loved you I'm a lucky girl I found my friend I been all around the world Mission Impossible Chasing the rainbow's end Wise guys Booby-prize guys And sly lover boys With big bad bedroom eyes ... I never loved a man I trusted As far as I could throw my shoe 'Til I loved you |
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from Joni Mitchell - Dog Eat Dog (1985)
Shiny toys--right on time
Shiny toys--right on time Shiny toys I'm reading people rags in the checkout lane Look, here's a hunk--here's a honey Celebrated people and their claims to fame Here's a boy and his money And pictures of the winners in the latest Ratepoll games Whatever makes you "Yahoo" Whatever makes your time feel satisfyin' Whatever makes you "Oh I'm so excited" Whatever makes you feel like you're right on time Party night Good bands all over town (good, good, good) Mega lights and supersonic sounds (good, good, good) Flashy boys and girls that really play (good, good, good) Shiny toys, when it's over don't you hate to have to put your toys away Shiny toys--"I love my Porsche" Shiny toys Shiny toys--"I love my Porsche" Shiny toys Simple joys Walking on the beach at the end of the day Between the sand and the seagulls Watching the glorious sun setting on the bay Here comes a boy and his beagle Walking with a man in a toupee And a man with his head shaved Whatever makes you "Mmmm, mmmm" Whatever makes your time feel satisfyin' Whatever makes you "Mmmmm, mmmm" Whatever makes you feel like you're right on time Party night Super bands all over town (good, good, good) Super lights and supersonic sounds (good, good, good) Flashy boys and girls that really play (good, good, good) Shiny toys, when it's over Don't you hate to have to put your toys away Shiny toys--right on time Shiny toys--right on time Shiny toys--right on time |
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from Joni Mitchell - Dog Eat Dog (1985)
Nicotine Attack!
Nicotine, Nicotine! Try Another Try Another Try Another Empty, empty try another |
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from Joni Mitchell - Dog Eat Dog (1985)
Front rooms
Back rooms Slide into tables Crowd into bathrooms Joke around Cheap talk Deep talk Talk, talk, talk around the clock Crawl home Lie down Teeth chatter Heart pounds I don't feel so good I don't feel so good Push a button to escape Preacher on the tube crying "Lord!" There's evil in this land Evangelist: "Rock and roll music!" "Cast down these dope-fiends And there noisy bands!" "Damn their souls!" Preacher preaching love like vengeance Preaching love like hate Calling for large donations Promising estates Rolling lawns and angel bands Behind the pearly gates You know, he will have his in this life But yours will have to wait He's immaculately tax free "Mulitiple hundreds of thousands of ..." Tax free "Hundreds and millions of dollars" Tax free "A hundred billion dollars! And who is paying the price? Who, who "Your children are" Pissed off Jacked up Scream into the mike Spit into the loving cup Strut like a rooster March like a man God's hired hands and the devil bands Packing the same grandstands Different clothes "Pot in their pockets!" Different hair "Sexually active" Raise a screaming guitar or a bible in the air Theatre of anguish Theatre of glory God's hired hands and the devil bands Oh come let us adore---ME! Lord, there's danger in this land You get witch-hunts and wars When church and state hold hands Fuck it! Tonight I'm going dancing With the drag queens and the punks Big beat deliver me From this sanctimonious skunk We're no flaming angels And he's not heaven sent How can he speak for the Prince of Peace When he's hawk-right militant And he's immaculately tax free "Our nation has lost its guts!" Save me "Our nation has lost its strength" Tax free "Our nation has whimpered and cried" Save me "And petted the Castros" Tax free "The Khomeinis' and the Kaddafis'" Save me "For so long" Tax free "That we don't know how to act like a man" Save me "I think that we should turn the United States Marines loose on that little island south of Florida and stop that problem!" "I am preachin' love, I am!" |
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from Joni Mitchell - Dog Eat Dog (1985)
I picked the morning paper off the floor
It was full of other people's little wars Wouldn't they like their peace Don't we get bored And we call for the three great stimulants Of the exhausted ones Artifice, brutality and innocence Artifice and innocence No tanks have ever rumbled through these streets and the drone of planes at night has never frightened me I keep the hours and the company that I please And we call for the three great stimulants Of the exhausted ones Artifice, brutality and innocence Artifice and innocence Oh and deep in the night Our appetites find us Release us and bind us Deep in the night While madmen sit up building bombs And making laws and bars They'd like to slam free choice behind us I saw a little lawyer on the tube He said, "It's so easy now, anyone can sue." "Let me show you how your petty aggravations can profit you!" Call for the three great stimulants Of the exhausted ones Artifice, brutality and innocence Artifice and innocence Oh and deep in the night Appetites find us Release us and blind us Deep in the night While madmen sit up building bombs And making laws and bars They're gonna slam free choice behind us Last night I dreamed I saw the planet flicker Great forests fell like buffalo Everything got sicker And to the bitter end Big business bickered And they call for the three great stimulants Of the exhausted ones Artifice, brutality and innocence Artifice and innocence Oh these times, these times Oh these changing times Change in the heart of all mankind Oh these troubled times |
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from Joni Mitchell - Shadows And Light [live] (1980)
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 - Shadows And Light [live] (1980)
There's a crow flying
Black and ragged Tree to tree He's black as the highway that's leading me Now he's diving down To pick up on something shiny I feel like that black crow Flying In a blue sky I took the ferry to the highway Then I drove to a pontoon plane I took a plane to a taxi And a taxi to a train I've been traveling so long How'm I ever gonna know my home When I see it again I'm like a black crow flying In a blue blue sky In search of love and music My whole life has been Illumination Corruption And diving diving diving diving Diving down to pick up on every shiny thing Just like that black crow flying In a blue sky I looked at the morning After being up all night I looked at my haggard face in the bathroom light I looked out the window And I I saw that ragged soul take flight I saw a back crow flying In a blue sky Oh I'm like a black crow flying In a blue sky |
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from Joni Mitchell - Shadows And Light [live] (1980)
No regrets Coyote
We just come from such different sets of circumstance I'm up all night in the studios And you're up early on your ranch You'll be brushing out a brood mare's tail While the sun is ascending And I'll just be getting home with my reel to reel There's no comprehending Just how close to the bone & the skin & the eyes And the lips you can get And still feel so alone And still feel related Like stations in some relay You're not a hit and run driver No no Racing away You just picked up a hitcher A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway We saw a farmhouse burning down In the middle of nowhere In the middle of the night And we rolled right past that tragedy Till we turned into some road house lights Where a local band was playing Locals were up kicking and shaking on the floor And the next thing I know That coyote's at my door He pins me in a corner and he won't take no He drags me out on the dance floor And we're dancing close and slow Now he's got a woman at home He's got another woman down the hall He seems to want me anyway Why'd you have to get so drunk And lead me on that way You just picked up a hitcher A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway I looked a coyote right in the face On the road to Baljennie near my old home town He went running through the whisker wheat Chasing some prize down And a hawk was playing with him Coyote he's jumping straight up & making passes He had those same eyes just like yours Under your dark glasses Privately probing the public rooms And peeking through keyholes in numbered doors Where the players lick their wounds And take their temporary lovers Their pills & powders to get them through this passion play I'll have no regrets Coyote I just get off up aways You just picked up a hitcher A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway Coyote's in the coffee shop He's staring a hole in his scrambled eggs He picks up my scent on his fingers While he's watching the waitresses' legs He's too far from the Bay of Fundy From appaloosas and eagles and tides And the air conditioned cubicles And the carbon ribbon rides I'm spelling it out so clear Either he's going to have to stand & fight Or take off out of here I tried to run away myself To run away and wrestle with my ego And with this flame He put here in this Eskimo In this hitcher In this prisoner Of the fine white lines Of the white lines on the free free way |
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from Joni Mitchell - Shadows And Light [live] (1980)
It's a long, long way from Canada
A long way from snow chains Donkey vendors slicing coconut No parkas to their name Black babies covered in baking flour The cook's got a carnival song We're going to lay down someplace shady With dreamland coming on Dreamland, dreamland Dreamland, dreamland Walter Raleigh and Chris Columbus Come marching out of the waves And claim the beach and all concessions In the name of the suntan slave I wrapped that flag around me Like a Dorothy Lamour sarong And I lay down thinking national With dreamland coming on Dreamland, dreamland Dreamland, dreamland Goodtime Mary and a fortune hunter All dressed up to follow the drums Mary in a feather hula-hoop Miss Fortune with a rose on her big game gun All saints, all sinners shining Heed those trumpets all night long Propped up on a samba beat With dreamland coming on Dreamland, dreamland Dreamland, dreamland Tar baby and the Great White Wonder Talking over a glass of rum Burning on the inside With the knowledge of things to come There's gambling out on the terrace And midnight ramblin' on the lawn As they lead toward temptation With dreamland coming on Dreamland, dreamland Dreamland, dreamland In a plane flying back to winter In shoes full of tropic sand A lady in a foreign flag On the arm of her Marlboro Man The hawk howls in New York City Six foot drifts on Myrtle's lawn As they push the recline buttons down With dreamland coming on Dreamland, dreamland Dreamland, dreamland La, La ... African sand on the trade winds And the sun on the Amazon As they push the reline buttons down With dreamland coming on Dreamland, dreamland Dreamland, dreamland |
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from Joni Mitchell - Shadows And Light [live] (1980)
The big man arrives
Disco dancers greet him Plainclothes cops greet him Small town, big man, fresh lipstick glistening Sophomore jive From victims of typewriters The band sounds like typewriters The big man he's not listening His eyes hold Edith His left hand holds his right What does that hand desire That he grips it so tight Edith in the ring The passed-over girls are conferring The man with the diamond ring is purring All claws for now withdrawn One by one they bring His renegade stories to her His crimes and his glories to her In challenge they look on Women he has taken grow old too soon He tilts their tired faces Gently to the spoon Edith in his bed A plane in the rain is humming The wires in the walls are humming Some song-some mysterious song Bars in her head Beating frantic and snowblind Romantic and snowblind She says-his crime belongs Edith and the Kingpin Each with charm to sway Are staring eye to eye They dare not look away You know they dare not look away |
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from Joni Mitchell - Shadows And Light [live] (1980)
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 - Shadows And Light [live] (1980)
Old Beale Street is coming down
Sweeties' Snack Bar, boarded up now And Egles The Tailor and the Shine Boy's gone Faded out with ragtime blues Handy's cast in bronze And he's standing in a little park With a trumpet in his hand Like he's listening back to the good old bands And the click of high heeled shoes Old Furry sings the blues Propped up in his bed With his dentures and his leg removed And Ginny's there For her kindness and Furry's beer She's the old man's angel overseer Pawn shops glitter like gold tooth caps In the grey decay They chew the last few dollars off Old Beale Street's carcass Carrion and mercy Blue and silver sparkling drums Cheap guitars, eye shades and guns Aimed at the hot blood of being no one Down and out in Memphis Tennessee Old Furry sings the blues You bring him smoke and drink and he'll play for you lt's mostly muttering now and sideshow spiel But there was one song he played I could really feel There's a double bill murder at the New Daisy The old girl's silent across the street She's silent - waiting for the wrecker's beat Silent - staring ar her stolen name Diamond boys and satin dolls Bourbon laughter- ghosts - history falls To parking lots and shopping malls As they tear down old Beale Street Old Furry sings the blues He points a bony finger at you and "I don't like you" Everybody laughs as if it's the old man's standard joke But it's true We're only welcome for our drink and smoke W.C. Handy I'm rich and I'm fay And I'm not familiar with what you played But I get such strong impressions of your hey day Looking up and down old Beale Street Ghosts of the darktown society Come right out of the bricks at me Like it's a Saturday night They're in their finery Dancing it up and making deals Furry sings the blues Why should I expect that old guy to give it to me true Fallen to hard luck And time and other thieves While our limo is shining on his shanty street Old Furry sings the blues |
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from Joni Mitchell - Shadows And Light [live] (1980)
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 - Shadows And Light [live] (1980)
When Charlie speaks of Lester
You know someone great has gone The sweetest swinging music man Had a Porkie Pig hat on A bright star In a dark age When the bandstands had a thousand ways Of refusing a black man admission Black musician In those days they put him in an Underdog position Cellars and chittlins' When Lester took him a wife Arm and arm went black and white And some saw red And drove them from their hotel bed Love is never easy It's short of the hope we have for happiness Bright and sweet Love is never easy street! Now we are black and white Embracing out in the lunatic New York night It's very unlikely we'll be driven out of town Or be hung in a tree That's unlikely! Tonight these crowds Are happy and loud Children are up dancing in the streets In the sticky middle of the night Summer serenade Of taxi horns and fun arcades Where right or wrong Under neon Every feeling goes on! For you and me The sidewalk is a history book And a circus Dangerous clowns Balancing dreadful and wonderful perceptions They have been handed Day by day Generations on down We came up from the subway On the music midnight makes To Charlie's bass and Lester's saxophone In taxi horns and brakes Now Charlie's down in Mexico With the healers So the sidewalk leads us with music To two little dancers Dancing outside a black bar There's a sign up on the awning It says "Pork Pie Hat Bar" And there's black babies dancing... Tonight! |
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from Joni Mitchell - Shadows And Light [live] (1980)
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 - Shadows And Light [live] (1980)
Downtown
My darling dime store thief In the War of Independence Rock 'n' roll rang sweet as victory Under neon signs A girl was in bloom And a woman was fading In a suburban room I said take me to the dance Do you want to dance? I love to dance And I told him They don't take chances They seem so removed from romance They've been broken in churches & schools And molded to middle class circumstance And we were rollin' Rollin' Rock 'n' rollin' Downtown The dance halls and cafes Feel so wild you could break somebody's heart Just doing the latest dance craze Gail and Louise In those push up brassieres Tight dresses and rhinestone rings Drinking up the band's beers Young love was kissing under bridges Kissing in cars Kissing in cafes And we were walking down Main Street Kisses like bright flags hung on holidays In France they kiss on Main Street Amour, mama, not cheap display And we were rollin' Rollin' Rock 'n' rollin' Downtown In the pinball arcade With his head full of pool hall pitches And songs from the hit parade He'd be singing "Bye, Bye, Love" While he's racking up his free play Let those rock 'n' roll choir boys Come and carry us away Sometimes Chickie had the car Or Ron had a car Or Lead Foot Melvin with his hotwire head We'd all go looking for a party Looking to raise Jesus up from the dead And I'd be kissing in the back seat Thrilling to the Brando-like things that he said And we'd be rollin' Rollin' Rock 'n' rolling x2 Rollin' Rollin' Rock 'n' rollin' |
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from Joni Mitchell - Shadows And Light [live] (1980)
This is my solo...Excuse me Sir...would you please take your seat, I'm playing my solo... no I'm serious can't you see I'm playing a solo here?...Hey buddy sit down so I can concentrate on my solo....Ok that's it, you would think that an artist could play a solo once in a while without any interuptions. Here...you take my guitar and show us what is so important...What? You work here, you're the usher? Oooook, sorry , soooo I'll just play my solo then.
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from Joni Mitchell - Shadows And Light [live] (1980)
Every picture has its shadows
And it has some source of light Blindness, blindness and sight The perils of benefactors The blessings of parasites Blindness, blindness and sight Threatened by all things Devil of cruelty Drawn to all things Devil of delight Mythical devil of the ever-present laws Governing blindness, blindness and sight Suntans in reservation dining rooms Pale miners in their lantern rays Night, night and day Hostage smile on presidents Freedom scribbled in the subway It's like night, night and day Threatened by all things God of cruelty Drawn to all things God of delight Mythical god of the everlasting laws Governing day, day and night Critics of all expression Judges in black and white Saying it's wrong, saying it's right Compelled by prescribed standards Or some ideals we fight For wrong, wrong and right Threatened by all things Man of cruelty - mark of Cain Drawn to all things Man of delight - born again, born again Man of the laws, the ever-broken laws Governing wrong, wrong and right Governing wrong, wrong and right Wrong and right |
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from Joni Mitchell - Shadows And Light [live] (1980)
I'm down to a roll of dimes
I'm stalking the slot that's hot I keep hearing bells all around me Jingling in the lucky jackpot They keep you tantalized They keep you reaching for your wallet Here in fool's paradise I talked to a cat from Des Moines He said he ran a cleaning plant That cat was clanking with coin Well, he must have had a genie in a lamp Cause every time I dropped a dime I blew it He kept ringing bells nothing to it.. He got three oranges, three lemons Three cherries, three plums I'm losing my taste for fruit Watching the dry cleaner do it Like Midas in a polyester suit It's all luck, it's just luck You get a little lucky and you make a little money I followed him down the strip He picked out a booth at Circus Circus Where the cowgirls fill the room with their big balloons The Cleaner was pitching with purpose. He had Dinos and Pooh Bears And lions, pink and blue there He couldn't lose there Des Moines was stacking the chips Raking off the tables Ringing the bandit's bells This is a story that's a drag to tell (In some ways) Since I lost every dime I laid on the line But the cleaner from Des Moines Could put a coin In the door of a John And get twenty for one It's just luck |
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from Joni Mitchell - Shadows And Light [live] (1980)
Why do fools fall in love?
Why do birds sing so gay And lovers await the break of day Why do they fall in love Why does the rain fall from up above Why do fools fall in love Why do they fall in love Love is a losing game Love can be a shame I know of a fool you see For that fool is me Tell me why Tell my why Why do birds sing so gay And lovers await the break of day Why do they fall in love Why does the rain fall from up above Why do fools fall in love Why do they fall in love Why does my heart skip this crazy beat For I know It will reach defeat Tell me why tell me why Why do fools fall in love? |
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from Joni Mitchell - Shadows And Light [live] (1980)
I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road And I asked him, where are you going And this he told me... I'm going on down to Yasgur's farm I'm going to join in a rock 'n' roll band I'm going to camp out on the land I'm gonna try and get my soul free We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden Then can I walk beside you I have come here to lose the smog And I feel to be a cog in something turning Well maybe it is just the time of year Or maybe it's the time of man I don't know who l am But ya know life is for learning We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden By the time we got to Woodstock We were half a million strong And everywhere there was song and celebration And I dreamed I saw the bombers Riding shotgun in the sky And they were turning into butterflies Above our nation We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden We are stardust Billion-year-old carbon We are golden Caught in the devil's bargain And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden |
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from Joni Mitchell - Shadows And Light [live] (1980)
I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road And I asked him, where are you going And this he told me... I'm going on down to Yasgur's farm I'm going to join in a rock 'n' roll band I'm going to camp out on the land I'm gonna try and get my soul free We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden Then can I walk beside you I have come here to lose the smog And I feel to be a cog in something turning Well maybe it is just the time of year Or maybe it's the time of man I don't know who l am But ya know life is for learning We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden By the time we got to Woodstock We were half a million strong And everywhere there was song and celebration And I dreamed I saw the bombers Riding shotgun in the sky And they were turning into butterflies Above our nation We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden We are stardust Billion-year-old carbon We are golden Caught in the devil's bargain And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden |
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from Joni Mitchell - Clouds (1969)
Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons everywhere I've looked at clouds that way But now they only block the sun They rain and THEY snow on everyone 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 THAT you feel As every 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 Oh 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 every day 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 - Clouds (1969)
Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I heard
Was a song outside my window, and the traffic wrote the words It came a-reeling up like Christmas bells, and rapping up like pipes and drums Oh, won't you stay We'll put on the day And we'll wear it 'till the night comes Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I saw Was the sun through yellow curtains, and a rainbow on the wall Blue, red, green and gold to welcome you, crimson crystal beads to beckon Oh, won't you stay We'll put on the day There's a sun show every second Now the curtain opens on a portrait of today And the streets are paved with passersby And pigeons fly And papers lie Waiting to blow away Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I knew There was milk and toast and honey and a bowl of oranges, too And the sun poured in like butterscotch and stuck to all my senses Oh, won't you stay We'll put on the day And we'll talk in present tenses When the curtain closes and the rainbow runs away I will bring you incense owls by night By candlelight By jewel-light If only you will stay Pretty baby, won't you Wake up, it's a Chelsea morning |
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from Joni Mitchell - Clouds (1969)
Funny day, looking for laughter and finding it there
Sunny day, braiding wild flowers and leaves in my hair Picked up a pencil and wrote "I love you" in my finest hand Wanted to send it, but I don't know where I stand Telephone, even the sound of your voice is still new All alone in California and talking to you And feeling too foolish and strange to say the words that I had planned I guess it's too early, 'cause I don't know where I stand Crickets call, courting their ladies in star-dappled green Thickets tall, until the morning comes up like a dream All muted and misty, so drowsy now I'll take what sleep I can I know that I miss you, but I don't know where I stand I know that I miss you, but I don't know where I stand |
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from Joni Mitchell - Clouds (1969)
Daylight falls upon the path, the forest falls behind
Today I am not prey to dark uncertainty The shadow trembles in its wrath, I've robbed its blackness blind And tasted sunlight as my fear came clear to me I think I understand Fear is like a wilderland Stepping stones or sinking sand Now the way leads to the hills, above the steeple's chime Below me sleepy rooftops round the harbor It's there I'll take my thirsty fill of friendship over wine Forgetting fear but never disregarding her Oh, I think I understand Fear is like a wilderland Stepping stones and sinking sand Sometimes voices in the night will call me back again Back along the pathway of a troubled mind When forests rise to block the light that keeps a traveler sane I'll challenge them with flashes from a brighter time Oh, I think I understand Fear is like a wilderland Stepping stones or sinking sand |
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from Joni Mitchell - Clouds (1969)
I think of tears, I think of rain on shingles
I think of rain, I think of roses blue I think of Rose, my heart begins to tremble To see the place she's lately gotten to Gotten to, gotten to She's gotten to mysterious devotions She's gotten to the zodiac and Zen She's gotten into tarot cards and potions She's laying her religion on her friends On her friends, on her friends Friends who come to ask her for their future Friends who come to find they can't be friends Because of signs and seasons that don't suit her She'll prophesy your death, she won't say when Won't say when, won't say when When all the black cards come you cannot barter No, when all your stars are stacked you cannot win She'll shake her head and treat you like a martyr It is her blackest spell she puts you in Puts you in, puts you in In sorrow she can lure you where she wants you Inside your own self-pity there you swim In sinking down to drown her voice still haunts you And only with your laughter can you win Can you win, can you win You win the lasting laurels with your laughter It reaches like an arm before you sink To win the solitary truth you're after You dare not ask the priestess how to think How to think, how to think I think of tears, I think of rain on shingles I think of rain, I think of roses blue I think of Rose, my heart begins to tremble To see the place she's lately gotten to Gotten to, gotten to |
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from Joni Mitchell - Clouds (1969)
Through the windless wells of wonder
By the throbbing light machine In a tea leaf trance or under Orders from the king and queen Songs to aging children come Aging children, I am one People hurry by so quickly Don't they hear the melodies In the chiming and the clicking And the laughing harmonies Songs to aging children come Aging children, I am one Some come dark and strange like dying Crows and ravens whistling Lines of weeping, strings of crying So much said in listening Songs to aging children come Aging children, I am one Does the moon play only silver When it strums the galaxy Dying roses will they will their Perfumed rhapsodies to me Songs to aging children came This is one |
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from Joni Mitchell - Clouds (1969)
I met you on a midway at a fair last year
And you stood out like a ruby in a black man's ear You were playing on the horses, you were playing on the guitar strings You were playing like a devil wearing wings, wearing wings You looked so grand wearing wings Do you tape them to your shoulders just to sing Can you fly I heard you can! Can you fly Like an eagle doin' your hunting from the sky I followed with the sideshows to another town And I found you in a trailer on the camping grounds You were betting on some lover, you were shaking up the dice And I thought I saw you cheating once or twice, once or twice I heard your bid once or twice Were you wondering was the gamble worth the price Pack it in I heard you did! Pack it in Was it hard to fold a hand you knew could win So lately you've been hiding - it was somewhere in the news And I'm still at these races with my ticket stubs and my blues And a voice calls out the numbers, and it sometimes mentions mine And I feel like I've been working overtime, overtime I've lost my fire overtime Always playin' one more hand for one more dime Slowin' down I'm gettin' tired! Slowin' down And I envy you the valley that you've found 'Cause I'm midway down the midway Slowin' down, down, down, down |
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from Joni Mitchell - Clouds (1969)
And so once again
My dear Johnny my dear friend And so once again you are fightin' us all And when I ask you why You raise your sticks and cry, and I fall Oh, my friend How did you come To trade the fiddle for the drum You say I have turned Like the enemies you've earned But I can remember All the good things you are And so I ask you please Can I help you find the peace and the star Oh, my friend What time is this To trade the handshake for the fist And so once again Oh, America my friend And so once again You are fighting us all And when we ask you why You raise your sticks and cry and we fall Oh, my friend How did you come To trade the fiddle for the drum You say we have turned Like the enemies you've earned But we can remember All the good things you are And so we ask you please Can we help you find the peace and the star Oh my friend We have all come To fear the beating of your drum |
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from Joni Mitchell - Clouds (1969)
When I first saw your gallery
I liked the ones of ladies Then you began to hang up me You studied to portray me In ice and greens And old blue jeans And naked in the roses Then you got into funny scenes That all your work discloses "Lady, don't love me now I am dead I am a saint, turn down your bed I have no heart," that's what you said You said, "I can be cruel But let me be gentle with you" Somewhere in a magazine I found a page about you I see that now it's Josephine Who cannot be without you I keep your house in fit repair I dust the portraits daily Your mail comes here from everywhere The writing looks like ladies' "Lady, please love me now, I am dead I am a saint, turn down your bed I have no heart," that's what you said You said, "I can be cruel But let me be gentle with you" I gave you all my pretty years Then we began to weather And I was left to winter here While you went west for pleasure And now you're flying bock this way Like some lost homing pigeon They've monitored your brain, you say And changed you with religion "Lady, please love me now I was dead I am no saint, turn down your bed Lady, have you no heart," that's what you said Well, I can be cruel But let me be gentle with you When I first saw your gallery I liked the ones of ladies But now their faces follow me And all their eyes look shady |
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from Joni Mitchell - Clouds (1969)
Varnished weeds in window jars
Tarnished beads on tapestries Kept in satin boxes are Reflections of love's memories Letters from across the seas Roses dipped in sealing wax Valentines and maple leaves Tucked into a paperback Guess I'll throw them all away I found someone to love today Dark with darker moods is he Not a golden Prince who's come Through columbines and wizardry To talk of castles in the sun Still I'll take a chance and see I found someone to love today There's a sorrow in his eyes Like the angel made of tin What will happen if I try To place another heart in him In a Bleeker Street cafe I found someone to love today I found someone to love today |
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from Joni Mitchell - Ladies Of The Canyon (1970)
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 - Ladies Of The Canyon (1970)
Lady called the blue boy, love,
She took him home Made himself an idol, yes, So he turned to stone Like a pilgrim she travelled Ta place her flowers Before his granite grace And she prayed aloud for love To waken in his face In his face, oh Sometimes in the evening He would read to her Roll her in his arms And give his seed to her She would wake in the morning Without him And go to the window And look out thru the pane But the statue in her garden He always looked the same He looked the same, ah Bring her boots of leather And she will dance for him Shyly from a feather fan She'll glance for him Here he comes after midnight To find her again He will come few times more Till he finds a lady statue Standing in a door In her door, oh |
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from Joni Mitchell - Ladies Of The Canyon (1970)
He comes for conversation
I comfort him sometimes Comfort and consultation He knows that's what he'll find I bring him apples and cheeses He brings me songs to play He sees me when he pleases I see him in cafes And I only say, hello And turn away before his lady knows How much I want to see him She removes him, like a ring To wash her hands She only brings him out to show her friends I want to free him Secrets and sharing soda That's how our time began Love is a story told to a friend It's second hand But I'll listen to his questions I'll give my answers when they're found He says she keeps him guessing I know she keeps him down She speaks in sorry sentences Miraculous repentances I don't believe her Tomorrow he will come to me And he'll speak his sorrow's endlessly and he'll ask me why Why can't I leave her? He comes for conversation I comfort him sometimes Comfort and consultation He knows thats what he'll find He knows that's what......he'll find |
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from Joni Mitchell - Ladies Of The Canyon (1970)
I slept last night in a good hotel
I went shopping today for jewels The wind rushed around in the dirty town, and the children let out from the schools I was standing on a noisy corner, waiting for the walking green across the street he stood and he played real good, on his clarinet for free Now me I play for fortunes, and those velvet curtain calls I got a black limosine and two gentlemen escorting me to the halls And i'll play if you have the money, or if you're a friend to me But the one man band, by the quick lunch stand, He was playing real good for free Nobody stoped to hear him, though he played so sweet and high They knew he had never been on their tv so they passed his music by I meant to go over and ask for a song, maybe put on a harmony I heard his refrain as the signal changed He was playing real good for free |
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from Joni Mitchell - Ladies Of The Canyon (1970)
Trinna wears her wampum beads
She fills her drawing book with lines Sweing lace on widows weeds And filagree on leaf and vine Vine and leave are filagree And her coats a second hand one Trimmed 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 round 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 Estrella circus girl Comes wrapped in songs and gypsy shalws Songs like tiny hammers hurled At bevelled mirrors in empty halls Empty halles and bevelled mirrors Sailing seas and climbing banyans Come out for a visit here To be a lady of the canyon Trinna takes her pains and her threads And she weaves a pattern all her own Annie bakes her cakes and her breads And she gathers flowers for her home For her home she gathers flowers And Estrella, dear companion Colors up the sunshine hours Pouring music down the canyon Coloring the sunshine hours They are the ladies of the canyon |
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from Joni Mitchell - Ladies Of The Canyon (1970)
When morning comes to Morgantown
The merchants roll their awnings down The milktrucks make their morning rounds In morning Morgantown We'll rise up early, with the sun To ride the bus while everyone is yawning And the day is young In morning Morgantown Morning Morgantown Buy your dreams a dollar down Morning any town you name Morning's just the same We'll find a table in the shade And sip our tea and lemonade And watch the morning on parade In morning Morgantown Ladies in their rainbow fashions Colored stop and go lights flashing We'll wink at total strangers passing In morning Morgantown Morning Morgantown Buy your dreams a dollar down Morning any town you name Morning's just the same I'd like to buy you everything A wooden bird with painted wings A window full of colored rings In morning Morgantown But the only thing I have to give To make you smile, to win you with Are all the mornings still to live In morning Morgantown |
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from Joni Mitchell - Ladies Of The Canyon (1970)
It was a rainy night
We took a taxi to your mothers' home She went to Florida and left you With you father's gun, alone Upon her small white bed I fell into a dream You sat up all the night and watched me To see, who in the world I might be I am from the Sunday school I sing soprano in the upstairs choir You are a holy man ON the FM radio I sat up all the night and watched thee To see, who in the world you might be You called me beautiful You called your mother - she was very tanned So you packed your tent and went To live out in the Arizona sand You are a refugee From a wealthy family You gave up all the golden factories To see, who in the world you might be |
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from Joni Mitchell - Ladies Of The Canyon (1970)
You could have been more
Than a name on the door On the thirty-third floor in the air More than a credit card Swimming pool in the backyard While you still have the time you could get away and find A better life, you know the grind Is so ungrateful Racing cars, Whisky bars No one cares who you really are You're the keeper of the cards Yes I know it gets hard Keeping the wheels turning And the wife she keeps the keys She is so pleased to be A part of the arrangment You could have been more than a name on the door On the thirty-third floor in the air More than a consumer Lying in some room trying to die More than a credit card Swimming pool in the backyard You could have been more You could have been more You could have been more |
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from Joni Mitchell - Ladies Of The Canyon (1970)
Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar Fearful when the sky was full of thunder And tearful at the falling of a star And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look Behind from where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game Then the child moved ten times round the seasons Skated over ten clear frozen streams Words like when you're older must appease him And promises of someday make his dreams And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look Behind from where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town And they tell him take your time it won't be long now Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look Behind from where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true There'll be new dreams maybe better dreams and plenty Before the last revolving year is through And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look Behind from where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game And go round and round and round In the circle game |
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from Joni Mitchell - Ladies Of The Canyon (1970)
The priest sat in the airport bar
He was wearing his father's tie And his eyes looked into my eyes so far Whenever the words ran dry Behind the lash and the circles blue He looked as only a priest can, thru And his eyes said me and his eyes said you And my eyes said, let us try He said, "You wouldn't like it here No it's no place you should share The roof is ripped with hurricanes And the room is always bare I need the wind and I seek the cold" He reached post the wine for my hand to hold And he saw me young and he saw me old And he saw me sitting there Then he took his contradictions out And he splashed them on my brow So which words was I then to doubt When choosing what to vow Should I choose them all-should I make them mine The sermons, the hymns and the valentines And he asked for truth and he asked for time And he asked for only now Now the trials are trumpet scored Oh will we pass the test Or just as one loves more and more Will one love less and less Oh come let's run from this ring we're in Where the Christians clap and the Germans grin Saying let them lose, crying let them win Oh make them both confess |
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from Joni Mitchell - Ladies Of The Canyon (1970)
Willy is my child, he is my father
I would be his lady all my life He says he'd love to live with me But for an ancient injury That has not healed He said I feel once again Like I gave my heart too soon He stood there looking through the lace At the face on the conquered moon And counting all the cars up the hill And the stars on my window sill There are still more reasons why I love him Willy is my joy, he is my sorrow Now he wants to run away and hide He says our love cannot be real He cannot hear the chapel's pealing silver bells But you know its hard to tell When your in the spell if its wrong or if its real But you're bound to lose If you let the blues get you scared too feel And I feel like I'm just being born Like a shiny light breaking in a storm There are some many reasons why I love him |