Тексты песен «Joni Mitchell»

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...

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...

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...

I met a young soldier He said his name was Killer Kyle He was shakin' all over Like a night-frightened child This is his story It's a tough one for me to sing Hard as the squawk and the flap And the beat of--the beat of...

Down in the cellar in the Boho zone I went looking for some sweet inspiration, oh well Just another hard-time band With Negro affectations I was a hopeful in rooms like this When I was working cheap It's an old...

Yesterday, a child came out to wander 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...

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...

Peridots and periwinkle blue medallions Gilded galleons spilled across the ocean floor Treasure somewhere in the sea and he will find where Never mind their questions there's no answer for The roll of the harbor wake...

Words by Joni Mitchell Music by Charles Mingus 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 jackpots They keep you tantalized They keep you...

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...

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...

I remember Monday rising up to pack his lunch We kissed goodbye saying What a foolish girl was I Saying, what a fool was she Near the store where I go shopping On display there was a golden watch chain All that week it...

He bought her a diamond for her throat He put her in a ranch house on a hill She could see the valley barbecues From her window sill See the blue pools in the squinting sun Hear the hissing of summer lawns He put up a...

Rousseau walks on trumpet paths Safaris to the heart of all that jazz Through I bars and girders, through wires and pipes The mathematic circuits of the modern nights Through huts, through Harlem, through jails and...

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...

I want to paint a picture Botticelli style Instead of Venus on a clam I'd paint this flower child "You are the air my flowers breathe" He calls and the ladies turn around On the first day of spring I'm looking at the...

PENANCE CRANE: The pirate anchored on a Wednesday And why he came to port I wonder To see a lady so my friends say She dances for the sailors In a smoky cabaret bar underground Down in a cellar in a harbor town I know...

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, through And his...

This is the reoccurring dream Born in the dreary gap between What we have now And what we wish we could have More fulfilling and less frustrating Out of the envy in our eyes Look! Glamorous picture, people rise...

This is the reoccurring dream Born in the dreary gap between What we have now And what we wish we could have More fulfilling--and less frustrating! Out of the envy in our eyes Look! Glamorous picture people rise...