Imti Mitchell Songbook nmplete volume number I (1966-1970)

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Joid Mitchell Songbooh Complete volume number 1 (1966-197O)

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Clouds Both Sides Now 78 55 65 The Gallery 72 I Don't Know Where I Stand 69 I Think I Understand 6O Roses Blue 66 to Aging Children Come 62 That Song About the Midway 75 Tin Angel 58

tidies olthe Canyon The Arrangement 92 BigYellowTuxi / 115 BlueBog vj 9O The Circle Game 118 He Comes for Conversation SO He Played Real Good for free 112 Ladies of the Canyon 97 Morning Morgantoum 1O9 The Priest Song 1O3 ttaing Night House 86 Willie 1OO Woodstock 1O6 ' \

V (3$. Cactus There's a man who's been out sailing In a decade full of dreams I HatNt King And he takes her to a schooner I had a king ^ And he treats her like a queen In a tenement castl Bearing beads from California Lately he's taken With their amber stones and green To painting the pastel avails brown He has called her from the harbor He's taken the curtains He has kissed her with his freedom He's swept with He has heard her off to starboard The broom of contempt In the breaking and the breathing And the rooms Of the water weeds Have an empty ring; While she's so busy being free He's cleaned with the tears The readct There's a man who climbed a mountain Of an actor who fears Peridots and le*, blue medal And he's calling out her name For the laughter's sting. lions, And he hopes her heart can hear three I can't go back there anymore. Gilded galleons spillea&cros§ the ocean thousand miles You know my keys won't floor, He calls again Fit the door; Treasure somewhere in the sebtuid he He can think hej^h^feJbeside JTimrtiinili iwy will find where. ffe can mis^her just the same Don't fit the man. m/*^•••i^r mu^^^Jk* He has missed her in the forest They never can, answer for. While he showed her all the flowers They never can. The roll of the harbor wake, And the branches sang the chorus The songs that the rigging makes; As he climbed the scaley towers I had a king Dressed in drip-dry paisley. The taste of the spray he takes and he Of a forest tree learns to give. While she was somewhere being free Lately he's taken to saying I'm crazy and blind. He aches and he learns to live; There's a man who's sent a letter He lives in another time. He stakes all his silver on a promise to And he's waiting for reply Ladies in gingham be free. He has asked her of her travels Still blush when sings them Mermaids live in colonies; Since the day they said goodbye Of wars All his seadreams come to me. He writes " Wish you were beside me But I, in my leather and lace, City satins left at home; I will not need We can make it if we try" I can never them. He has seen her at the office Become that kind. I believe him when he tells of loving me. With her name on all his papers I can't go back there anymore. Something truthful in the sea your lies Thru the sharing of the profits will find you. You know my keys won't He will find it hard to shake her "Leave behind your streets" he said, And Fit the door; From his memory come to me. And she's so busy being free You know my thoughts Don't fit the man. Come down from the neon lights; There's a lady in the city Come down from the tourist sights; They never can, And she thinks she loves them all They never can. Run down till the rain delights you; There's the one who's thinking of her you do not hide. There's the one who sometimes calls I had a king Sunlight will renew your pride" There's the one who writes her letters In a salt-rusted carriage Skin white by skin golden, With his facts and figures scrawl Who carried me off Like a promise to be free; She has brought them to her senses To his country for marriage Dolphins playing in the sea; They have laughed inside her laughter Too soon. All his seadreams come to me. Now she rallies her defences Beware of the pow'r of moons. Seabird, I have seen you fly above the For she fears that one will ask her There's no one to blame, pilings. For eternity No, there's no one to name I am smiling at your circles in the air. And she's so busy being free As a traitor here. I will come and sit by you while he lies There's a man who sends her medals The queen's in the groove sleeping. He is bleeding from the war And the king's on the road Fold your fleet wings; I have brought Till the end of the year. There's a jouster and a jester and a man some dreams to share: who owns a store I can't go back there anymore. A dream that you love someone; There's a drummer and a dreamer You know my keys won't A dream that the wars are done; And you know there may be more Fit the door; A dream that you tell no one but the She will love them when she sees them You know my thoughts gray sea. They will lose her if they follow Don't fit the man. They'll say that you're crazy And she only means to please them They never can, And dream of a baby. And her heart is full and hollow They never can. Like a promise to be free; Like a cactus tree They never can, Children laughing out to sea; While she's so busy being free. They never can. All his seadreams come to me. by by Joni Mitchell by Joni Mitchell ©1968 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP. C1968 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP. O/96S SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP. Marcie in a coat of flowers Steps inside a candy store. Reds are sweet and greens are sour; Still no letter at her door. So she'll tvash her flower curtains, Michael from Hang them in the wind to dry, Dust her tables with his shirt Mountains Michael wakes you up with sweets, And wave another day goodbye. He takes you up streets Marcie's faucet needs a plumber, And the rain comes down; Marcie''s sorrow needs a man. Sidewalk markets locked up tight Red is autumn, green is summer. And umbrellas bright Greens are turning and the sand, On a gray background. All along the ocean beaches There's oil on the puddles in taffeta Stares up empty at the sky. patterns Marcie buys a bag of peaches. That run down the drain Stops a postman passing by. In colored arrangements that Michael And summer goes, falls to the sidewalk will change Like string and brown paper; With a stick that he found. Winter blows up from the river. Michael from mountains, There's no one to take her to the sea. Go where you will go to. Know that I will know you, Marcie dresses warm; it's snowing, Someday I will know you very well. Takes a yellow cab uptown. Someday I will know you very well. Red is stop and green's for going. Someday I will know you very well. Sees a show and rides back down, Michael leads you up the stairs, Down along the Hudson River, Michael brings you to a park, He needs you to care Past the shipyards in the cold. He sings and it's dark And you know you do; When the clouds come by; Cats come crying to the key Still no letter's been delivered, Yellow slickers up on swings Still the winter days unfold. And dry you will be Like puppets on strings, In a tow I or two. Like magazines fading Hanging in the sky. In dusty grey attics and cellars, They'll splash home to suppers in wall- There's rain in the window, there's sun Make a dream, dream back to summer papered kitchens; in the painting And hear how he tells her " Wait for me" Their mothers will scold, That smiles on the wall. Marcie leaves and doesn't tell us But Michael will hold you to keep away You want to know all, but his mountains Where or why she moved away. cold have called, "Red is angry, green is jealous" Till the sidewalks are dry. So you never do. That was all she had to say. Michael from mountains, Michael from mountains, Someone thought they saw her Sunday, Go where you will go to. Go where you will go to. Window shopping in the rain. Know that I will know you, Know that I will know you, Someone heard she bought a one-way Someday I will know you very well. Someday I will know you very well. ticket Someday I will know you very well. Someday I will know you very well. And went west again. Someday I will know you very well. Someday I will know you very well. by Joni Mitchell by Joni Mitchell CI968 S1QUOMB PUBLISHING CORP.

101966 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP. All Rights Resented The Pirate orrenance The pirate anchored on a Wednesday And why he carn^^^yort I wonder. To see a Iadv.si/jmv friends say. She dancef^ffrthasailors in a smoky ret far un/emfound, Dot™ in a cellamu^fnarbor town. fbve was treasure I reap the fullest bounty. ily comes to port for pleasure, \ whence winds of morning blew the curtc/ns in, she woke and found he'd g07 I saw\his^ilsr: f. unfurling/ Thursday dawn The pirate, he will sinjf^pu with a kiss, he'll steal your heart a, —n o \ He'll leave you drowning in the flotsam -*S of a broken promise in the bay. He came again to see her; yes, I think they told me it was Saturday. I was at sea then; I didn't see them. I don't believe what you are saying. It isn't true; I hardly knew him. Is this some game that you are playing? Go ask the dancer; She's the one who saw him last, the one who drew him here. He hasn't come to me since spring last year. There was a time when he would bring me silks and sandalwood and Persian lace And he would hold me close and tell me sailing stories by the fireplace. I was at sea, I tell you; I was nowhere near the mentioned murder place. Go ask the dancer; she knows the answer, She knows the answer, she knows the answer. by Joni Mitchell C/968 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP. All Rights Reserved Si.soion'lM>ll Lane Sisotowbell Lane. Noah is fixing the pump in the rain. He brings us no shame. We always knew that he always knew. Up over the hill Jovial neighbors come down when they Fly, silly seabirds; no dreams can possess will. you; With stories to tell. No voices can blame you for sun on your Sometimes they do, yes, sometimes wings. we do. My gentle relations have names they We have a rocking chair. must call me Each of us rocks his share, For loving the freedom of all flying Eating muffin buns and berries things. By the steamy kitchen window. My dreams with seagulls fly out of reach, Sometimes we do; our tongues turn blue. out of cry. Sisotowbell Lane. I came to the city and lived like old Anywhere else now would seem very Crusoe on an island of noise in a strange. cobblestone sea The season's are changing ev'ry day in And the beaches were concrete and the ev'ry way. stars paid the light bill Sometimes it is spring; And the blossoms hung false on their Sometimes it is not anything. store window trees. A poet can sing My dreams with the seagulls fly out of Sometimes we try, yes, we always try. reach, out of cry. We have a rocking chair. Out of the city and down to the seaside Somedays we rock and stare To sun on my shoulders and wind in my At the woodlands and the grasslands hair, And the badlands 'cross the river. But sand castles crumble and hunger is Sometimes we do; we like the view. human Sisotowbell Lane. And humans are hungry for worlds they Go to the city, you'll come back again can't share. To wade thru the grain. My dreams with the seagulls fly out of You always do, yes, we always do. reach, out of cry. Come back to the stars, I call to a seagull who dives to the waters Sweet well water and pickleing jars. and catches his silver fine dinner We'll lend you the car. alone, We always do, yes, sometimes we do. Crying, "Where are the footprints that We have a rocking chair. danced on the beaches Someone is always there, And hand that cast wishes that sunk like Rocking rhythms while they're waiting a stone?" With the candle in the window. My dreams with the seagulls fly out of Sometimes we do, we wait for you. reach, out of cry. by Joni Mitchell by Joni Mitchell Q19S8 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP. O/966 SIQUO1UB PUBLISHING CORP. All Rights Reserved All Rights Reserved Both Sides \

T.em in req I they^harp eople a dollar md a half st to see 'em. j pys seem to go ^u've got me \oy The Artmngei Lady cii^d the Blue fy love\ e took You could have be fmore [ pavea radi< a him i Than a name on tjfdoor fkine Make he^lf an idol^f.s, so I On the thirty-thirampor in the air 'He\

nd the paifflMy fes go up an We're captive off Wcarousel of t\ We can't return, we can only look be From where we came and go Round and round in the circle gam Then the child moved ten times ro 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 nu>s for Conrersa And the painted ponies go up and down, or conversation 're captive on the carousel of time, him sometimes w can't return, we can only look behind mfort and consult •om where we came and go ',t's what he'll find und and round in the circle him apples and cheeses 'een springs and sixteen s He S^^rs me sit, one now, He seesme when he_ •wheels turn to car wheels t/A the I see him in cafes wFree on. And I only say.Ji£ hotel, :y tel And turn aw a jewels, ! be long How much I want to se in the dirty ^our feet I slow the circles She removes him, like a rin, le seasoni they go round o, To washJier hands ! from their e only^-ings him t4nd pain/ebonies go up an nds n on a nosy corner, We'r. 'ptive omAe carousel of Waitin' for the walking green, 'cross the Wee, returnee can only lo* street he stood, 'here we ca^& and go Tigs, And he played real good on his clarinet C and round imthe circle be] for free. SOL ears spin b^mnd now th st a fri Now me, I play for fortunes, and those I is / nd nd. velvet curtain calls. Thougfi lost some Us to his q> >ns I Got a black limousine and two white men gran* kg true, e nswers wh they're fot < Escortin' me to the halls. There'll treams, maybe better •s s, :eeps him g, iing I play if you have money, or if you're a dream! she •eps him do, friend to me, And pie, • the last revolving year eak sorry sent' But the one man band by the quick-lunch is thro. •ulo repentances stand And the s ey go round and tb, ve her He was playin' real good for free. round rro e will come [me Nobody stopped to hear him, tho' he And the ynies go up and down. speal^is sorrow ej\ •ssly and < played so sweet and high. We're ca : carousel of time. me why They knew he had never been on T. V. We can't _ an only look behind hy can't I leave her? So they passed his music by. From wh [we came and go comes for conversat I meant to go over and ask for a song, Round an •. circle game, fort him sometim maybe put on a harmony, And go ro find roiltiand round, in art and consultati I heard his refrain as the signal changed, thf circle game, ws that's what h id. He was playin' real good for free. by Joni Mitchell itchell by Joni Mitchell 01966 S1QUOMB PUBLISHING CORP. ®1967SIQAlBPUBLISHING cd ©;9S9 S1QUOMB PUBLISHING CORP. All Rights Reserved All Rights ifrved All Rights Reserved

The Priest Song The priest sat in the airport bar, wearing his father's tie, And his eyes looked into my eyes so far Morning Whenever the words ran dry. Morgantown Behind the lash and the circles blue, Ladies of the Canyon When morning comes to Morgantown He looked as only a priest can thru Trina wears her wampum beads And his eyes said, "Me" and his eyes She fills her drawing book with line The merchants roll their awnings down The milktrucks make their morning said, "You'.' Sewing lace on widows' weeds And my eyes said, "Let us try'.' And filagree on leaf and vine rounds In morning, Morgantown He said, "You wouldn't like it here; Vine and leaf are filagree It's no place you should share. And her coat's a second hand one We'll rise up early with the sun The roof is ripped with hurricanes, the Trimmed in antique luxury To ride the bus while everyone is room is always bare" She is a lady of the canyon. yawning I need the wind and I seek the cold. Annie sits you down to eat And the day is young He reached past the wine for my hand She always makes you welcome in In morning, Morgantown to hold Cats and babies 'round her feet Morning Morgantown And he saw me young and he saw me ola And all are fat and none are thin Buy your dreams a dollar down And he saw me sitting there. None are thin and all are fat Morning any town you name So he took his contradictions out and he She may bake some brownies today Morning's just the same splashed them on my brow. Saying, you are welcome back We'll find a table in the shade So which words was I then to doubt She is another canyon lady. And sip our tea and lemonade when choosing what to vow? Should I choose them all, should I make Estrella circus girl And watch the morning on parade Comes wrapped in songs and gypsy In morning, Morgantown them mine, The sermons, the hymns and the shawls Ladies in their rainbow fashions Songs like tiny hammers hurled Valentines? Colored stop and go lights flashing And he asked for truth and he asked At bevelled mirrors in empty halls We'll wink at total strangers passing in for time Empty halls and bevelled mirrors Morning, Morgantown And he asked for only now. Sailing seas and climbing banyans Oh, now the trials are trumpet scored; Come out for a visit here Morning Morgantown oh, will we pass the test? To be a lady of the canyon. Buy your dreams a dollar down Morning any town you name Or just as one loves more and more Trina takes her paints and her threads Morning's just the same Will one love less and less ? And she weaves a pattern all her own Oh, come, let's run from the ring Annie bakes her cakes and her breads I'd like to buy you everything we're in, And she gathers flowers for her home A wooden bird with painted wings Where the Christians clap and the For her home she gathers flowers A window full of colored rings Germans grin, And Estrella, dear companion In morning, Morgantown. Shouting, "Let them lose!" Saying Colors up the sunshine hours But the only thing I have to give "Let them win!" Pouring music down the canyon- To make you smile, to win you with Crying "Make them both confess !" Coloring the sunshine hours Are all the mornings still to live A priest at the airport bar, wearing his They are the ladies of the canyon. In morning, Morgantown. father's tie. by Joni Mitchell by Joni Mitchell by Joni Mitchell ©1968 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP. ©7967 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP. O/968 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP. All Rights Reserved All Rights Reserved All Rights Reserved Willie Willie is my child, he is my father I would be his lady all my life He says he'd love to live with me Rainy Night House But for an ancient injury It was a rainy night That has not healed He said I feel once again We took a taxi to your mothers' home Like I gave my heart too soon She went to Florida and left you He's stood looking thru the lace With your father's gun, alone At the face on the conquered moon Upon her small white bed And counting all the cars going up I fell into a dream the hill You sat up all the night and watched me And the stars on my window sill To see, who in the world I might be. There are still more reasons why I am from the Sunday school I love him. I sing soprano in the upstairs choir You are a holy man Willie is my joy, he is my sorrow On the F. M. radio Now he wants to run away and hide I sat up all the night and watched thee He says our love cannot be real To see, who in the world you might be. He cannot hear the chapel's pealing silver bells You called me beautiful But you know it's hard to tell You called your mother—she was very When you're in the spell tanned If it's wrong or if it's real So you packed your tent and went But you're bound to lose To live out in the Arizona sand If you let the blues get you scared to feel You are a refugee And I feel like I'm just being born From a wealthy family Like a shiny light breaking in a storm You gave up all the golden factories There are so many reasons why To see, who in the world you might be. I love him. by Joni Mitchell by Joni Mitchell

O/970 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP. ©)969 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING COUP. All Rights Reserved All Rights Reserved / came upon a child of God; he was walking along the road And I asked him "Where are you going?" This he told me: "I'm going on down to Yasgur's Farm, Gonna join in a rock and roll band. I'm gonna camp out on the land and try 'n' get my soul free" r£star-dust, we are golden i vtTgol lo get oursztVeTbyckte' the garden. Tffen can I walk beside you? f r\ave tfome h^re to lose the smog Arfd I feel to be a cog in somet g jturnint. Maybe if is just the time of ye I maybe it's the time of man. / don't know who I am, but lif •—teaming'.' We are Stardust, we are golden And we gok to get ourselves bac the g irden. By the i ime we got to Woodsto we were half 11 million strong And ev rywhere was song and, celebration. And I dreamed I saw the bombers r, shotgun in the sky, Turning into butterflies above our nation. We are Stardust, billion year old cfirbon Caught in the deviFs bargain And we got to get ourselves back to the garden. by Joni Mitchell

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