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Imti Mitchell Songbooknmplete volume number I (1966-1970)
Design: Anthony HudsonIllustrations: «foni MitchellProduction: Ida Random
Joid Mitchell SongboohComplete volume number 1 (1966-197O)
®1974 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORPAll Rights Reserved
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Sony to a SeagullCactus Tree 38The Daumtreader 4OI Had a King 46MareieMichael front Mountains 49Nathan La Franeer 32Wight in the Citg 3OThe Pirate of Penance 43Sisotowbell Lane 52Song to a Seagull 36
CloudsBoth Sides Now 78Chelsea Morning 55The Fiddle and the Drum 65The Gallery 72I Don't Know Where I Stand 69I Think I Understand 6ORoses Blue 66Songs to Aging Children Come 62That Song About the Midway 75Tin Angel 58
tidies olthe CanyonThe Arrangement 92BigYellowTuxi / 115BlueBog vj 9OThe Circle Game 118He Comes for Conversation SOHe Played Real Good for free 112Ladies of the Canyon 97Morning Morgantoum 1O9The Priest Song 1O3ttaing Night House 86Willie 1OOWoodstock 1O6
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CactusThere's a man who's been out sailingIn a decade full of dreamsAnd he takes her to a schoonerAnd he treats her like a queenBearing beads from CaliforniaWith their amber stones and greenHe has called her from the harborHe has kissed her with his freedomHe has heard her off to starboardIn the breaking and the breathingOf the water weedsWhile she's so busy being free
There's a man who climbed a mountainAnd he's calling out her nameAnd he hopes her heart can hear three
thousand milesHe calls againHe can think hej^h^feJbesideffe can mis^her just the sameHe has missed her in the forestWhile he showed her all the flowersAnd the branches sang the chorusAs he climbed the scaley towersOf a forest treeWhile she was somewhere being free
There's a man who's sent a letterAnd he's waiting for replyHe has asked her of her travelsSince the day they said goodbyeHe writes " Wish you were beside meWe can make it if we try"He has seen her at the officeWith her name on all his papersThru the sharing of the profitsHe will find it hard to shake herFrom his memoryAnd she's so busy being free
There's a lady in the cityAnd she thinks she loves them allThere's the one who's thinking of herThere's the one who sometimes callsThere's the one who writes her lettersWith his facts and figures scrawlShe has brought them to her sensesThey have laughed inside her laughterNow she rallies her defencesFor she fears that one will ask herFor eternityAnd she's so busy being free
There's a man who sends her medalsHe is bleeding from the warThere's a jouster and a jester and a man
who owns a storeThere's a drummer and a dreamerAnd you know there may be moreShe will love them when she sees themThey will lose her if they followAnd she only means to please themAnd her heart is full and hollowLike a cactus treeWhile she's so busy being free.
by Joni Mitchell©1968 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP.
I HatNt KingI had a king ^In a tenement castlLately he's takenTo painting the pastel avails brownHe's taken the curtainsHe's swept withThe broom of contemptAnd the roomsHave an empty ring;He's cleaned with the tearsOf an actor who fearsFor the laughter's sting.
I can't go back there anymore.You know my keys won'tFit the door;
JTimrtiinili iwyDon't fit the man.They never can,They never can.
I had a kingDressed in drip-dry paisley.Lately he's taken to sayingI'm crazy and blind.He lives in another time.Ladies in ginghamStill blush when sings themOf warsBut I, in my leather and lace,I can neverBecome that kind.
I can't go back there anymore.You know my keys won'tFit the door;You know my thoughtsDon't fit the man.They never can,They never can.
I had a kingIn a salt-rusted carriageWho carried me offTo his country for marriageToo soon.Beware of the pow'r of moons.There's no one to blame,No, there's no one to nameAs a traitor here.The queen's in the grooveAnd the king's on the roadTill the end of the year.
I can't go back there anymore.You know my keys won'tFit the door;You know my thoughtsDon't fit the man.They never can,They never can.They never can,They never can.
by Joni MitchellC1968 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP.
readctle*, blue medal
ThePeridots and
lions,Gilded galleons spillea&cros§ the ocean
floor,Treasure somewhere in the sebtuid he
will find where.m/*r mu^^^Jk•••i *answer for.
The roll of the harbor wake,The songs that the rigging makes;The taste of the spray he takes and he
learns to give.He aches and he learns to live;He stakes all his silver on a promise to
be free.Mermaids live in colonies;All his seadreams come to me.
City satins left at home; I will not needthem.
I believe him when he tells of loving me.Something truthful in the sea your lies
will find you."Leave behind your streets" he said, And
come to me.Come down from the neon lights;Come down from the tourist sights;Run down till the rain delights you;
you do not hide.Sunlight will renew your pride"Skin white by skin golden,Like a promise to be free;Dolphins playing in the sea;All his seadreams come to me.
Seabird, I have seen you fly above thepilings.
I am smiling at your circles in the air.I will come and sit by you while he lies
sleeping.Fold your fleet wings; I have brought
some dreams to share:A dream that you love someone;A dream that the wars are done;A dream that you tell no one but the
gray sea.They'll say that you're crazyAnd dream of a baby.Like a promise to be free;Children laughing out to sea;All his seadreams come to me.by Joni Mitchell
O/96S SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP.
Marcie in a coat of flowersSteps inside a candy store.Reds are sweet and greens are sour;Still no letter at her door.So she'll tvash her flower curtains,Hang them in the wind to dry,Dust her tables with his shirtAnd wave another day goodbye.
Marcie's faucet needs a plumber,Marcie''s sorrow needs a man.Red is autumn, green is summer.Greens are turning and the sand,All along the ocean beachesStares up empty at the sky.
Marcie buys a bag of peaches.Stops a postman passing by.And summer goes, falls to the sidewalkLike string and brown paper;Winter blows up from the river.There's no one to take her to the sea.
Marcie dresses warm; it's snowing,Takes a yellow cab uptown.Red is stop and green's for going.Sees a show and rides back down,Down along the Hudson River,Past the shipyards in the cold.
Still no letter's been delivered,Still the winter days unfold.Like magazines fadingIn dusty grey attics and cellars,Make a dream, dream back to summerAnd hear how he tells her " Wait for me"
Marcie leaves and doesn't tell usWhere or why she moved away."Red is angry, green is jealous"That was all she had to say.Someone thought they saw her Sunday,Window shopping in the rain.Someone heard she bought a one-way
ticketAnd went west again.
by Joni MitchellCI968 S1QUOMB PUBLISHING CORP.Alt Rights Reserved
Michael fromMountains
Michael wakes you up with sweets,He takes you up streetsAnd the rain comes down;Sidewalk markets locked up tightAnd umbrellas brightOn a gray background.There's oil on the puddles in taffeta
patternsThat run down the drainIn colored arrangements that Michael
will changeWith a stick that he found.Michael from mountains,Go where you will go to.Know that I will know you,Someday I will know you very well.Someday I will know you very well.Someday I will know you very well.
Michael brings you to a park,He sings and it's darkWhen the clouds come by;Yellow slickers up on swingsLike puppets on strings,Hanging in the sky.They'll splash home to suppers in wall-
papered kitchens;Their mothers will scold,But Michael will hold you to keep away
coldTill the sidewalks are dry.Michael from mountains,Go where you will go to.Know that I will know you,Someday I will know you very well.Someday I will know you very well.Someday I will know you very well.
Michael leads you up the stairs,He needs you to careAnd you know you do;Cats come crying to the keyAnd dry you will beIn a tow I or two.
There's rain in the window, there's sunin the painting
That smiles on the wall.You want to know all, but his mountains
have called,So you never do.Michael from mountains,Go where you will go to.Know that I will know you,Someday I will know you very well.Someday I will know you very well.Someday I will know you very well.
by Joni Mitchell<D/967 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP.All Rights Reserved
Nathan La FraneerI hired a coach to take me from
confusion to the planeAnd though we shared a common space,I know we'll never meet again.The driver with his eyebrows furrowed
in the rear view mirror,I read his name and it was plainly
written,Nathan La Franeer.1 asked him would he hurry, but we
crawled the canyons slowly,Thru the buyers and the sellers, thru the
burglar bellsAnd the wishing'wells.With gangs and girly showsThe ghostly garden grows.He asked me for a dollar more, he cursed
me to my face;He hated everyone who paid to the ride
and share his common space.I picked my bags up from the curb and
stumbled to the door.Another man reached out his hand,
another hand reached out for more.
The cars and buses bustled thru thebedlam of the day.
I looked thru window glass at streets andNathan grumbled at the grey.
I saw an aging cripple selling Supermanballoons;
The city grated thru chrome-plate, theclock struck slowly half past noon.
Thru the tunnel, tiled and turning intodaylight once again;
I am escapingOnce again goodbye to symphonies.And dirty trees.With parks and plastic clothesThe ghostly garden grows.He asked me for a dollar more, he cursed
me to my face;He hated everyone who paid to the ride
and share his common space.I picked my bags up from the curb and
stumbled to the door.Another man reached out his hand,
another hand reached out for more.
And I filled it full of silver and I left thefingers counting
And the sky goes on forever withoutmeter maids
And peace parades.You feed it all your woes,The ghostly garden grows.He asked me for a dollar more, he cursed
me to my face;He hated everyone who paid to the ride
and share his common space.I picked my bags up from the curb and
stumbled to the door.Another man reached out his hand,
another hand reached out for more.
by Joni MitchellOJ968 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP.All Rights Reserved
Nathan La FraneerI hired a coach to take me from
confusion to the planeAnd though we shared a common space,I know we'll never meet again.The driver with his eyebrows furrowed
in the rear view mirror,I read his name and it was plainly
written,Nathan La Franeer.I asked him would he hurry, but we
crawled the canyons slowly,Thru the buyers and the sellers, thru the
burglar bellsAnd the wishing'wells.With gangs and girly showsThe ghostly garden grows.He asked me for a dollar more, he cursed
me to my face;He hated everyone who paid to the ride
and share his common space.I picked my bags up from the curb and
stumbled to the door.Another man reached out his hand,
another hand reached out for more.
The cars and buses bustled thru thebedlam of the day.
I looked thru window glass at streets andNathan grumbled at the grey.
I saw an aging cripple selling Supermanballoons;
The city grated thru chrome-plate, theclock struck slowly half past noon.
Thru the tunnel, tiled and turning intodaylight once again;
I am escapingOnce again goodbye to symphonies.And dirty trees.With parks and plastic clothesThe ghostly garden grows.He asked me for a dollar more, he cursed
me to my face;He hated everyone who paid to the ride
and share his common space.I picked my bags up from the curb and
stumbled to the door.Another man reached out his hand,
another hand reached out for more.
And I filled it full of silver and I left thefingers counting
And the sky goes on forever withoutmeter maids
And peace parades.You feed it all your woes,The ghostly garden grows.He asked me for a dollar more, he cursed
me to my face;He hated everyone who paid to the ride
and share his common space.I picked my bags up from the curb and
stumbled to the door.Another man reached out his hand,
another hand reached out for more.
by Joni Mitchell€11968 S1QUOMB PUBLISHING CORP.All Rights Reserved
\itjh1 in the CityLight up, light up,Light up your lazy blue eyes.Moon's up, night's up,Taking the town by surprise.Night time, night time;Day left an hour ago.City light time,Must you get ready so slow?There are places to come fromAnd places to go.Night in the cityLooks pretty to me,Night in the city looks fine.Music comes spilling outInto the street,Colors go flashing in time.Take off, take off,Take off your stay-at-home shoes.Break off, shake off,Chase off those stay-at-home blues.Stairway, stairwayDown to the crowds in the street.They go their way,Looking for faces to greet,While we go on laughingWith no one to meet.Night in the cityLooks pretty to me,Night in the city looks fine.Music comes spilling outInto the street,Colors go flashing in time.
by Joni Mitchell
101966 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP.All Rights Resented
The Pirate orrenanceThe pirate anchored on a WednesdayAnd 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 treasureI reap the fullest bounty.
ily comes to port for pleasure,\ whence winds of morning blew thecurtc/ns in, she woke and found he'dg07r: f. /
I saw\his^ils unfurling Thursday dawnThe pirate, he will sinjf^pu with a kiss,
he'll steal your heart a,He'll leave you drowning in the flotsam
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 Persianlace
And he would hold me close and tell mesailing stories by the fireplace.
I was at sea, I tell you; I was nowherenear the mentioned murder place.
Go ask the dancer; she knows the answer,She knows the answer, she knows the
answer.
by Joni MitchellC/968 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP.All Rights Reserved
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Si.soion'lM>ll LaneSisotowbell Lane.Noah is fixing the pump in the rain.He brings us no shame.We always knew that he always knew.Up over the hillJovial neighbors come down when they
will.With stories to tell.Sometimes they do, yes, sometimes
we do.We have a rocking chair.Each of us rocks his share,Eating muffin buns and berriesBy the steamy kitchen window.Sometimes we do; our tongues turn blue.
Sisotowbell Lane.Anywhere else now would seem very
strange.The season's are changing ev'ry day in
ev'ry way.Sometimes it is spring;Sometimes it is not anything.A poet can singSometimes we try, yes, we always try.We have a rocking chair.Somedays we rock and stareAt the woodlands and the grasslandsAnd the badlands 'cross the river.Sometimes we do; we like the view.
Sisotowbell Lane.Go to the city, you'll come back againTo wade thru the grain.You always do, yes, we always do.Come back to the stars,Sweet well water and pickleing jars.We'll lend you the car.We always do, yes, sometimes we do.We have a rocking chair.Someone is always there,Rocking rhythms while they're waitingWith the candle in the window.Sometimes we do, we wait for you.
by Joni MitchellQ19S8 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP.All Rights Reserved
Song to a SeagullFly, silly seabirds; no dreams can possess
you;No voices can blame you for sun on your
wings.My gentle relations have names they
must call meFor loving the freedom of all flying
things.My dreams with seagulls fly out of reach,
out of cry.I came to the city and lived like old
Crusoe on an island of noise in acobblestone sea
And the beaches were concrete and thestars paid the light bill
And the blossoms hung false on theirstore window trees.
My dreams with the seagulls fly out ofreach, out of cry.
Out of the city and down to the seasideTo sun on my shoulders and wind in my
hair,But sand castles crumble and hunger is
humanAnd humans are hungry for worlds they
can't share.My dreams with the seagulls fly out of
reach, out of cry.I call to a seagull who dives to the waters
and catches his silver fine dinneralone,
Crying, "Where are the footprints thatdanced on the beaches
And hand that cast wishes that sunk likea stone?"
My dreams with the seagulls fly out ofreach, out of cry.
by Joni MitchellO/966 SIQUO1UB PUBLISHING CORP.All Rights Reserved
Both Sides \<nrBows and flows of angel hair,And ice-cream castles in the air,And feather canyons ev'rywhere,I've looked at clouds that way.But now they only block the sun,They rain and snow on ev'ryone.So many things I would have done,But clouds got in my wayI've looked at clouds from both sides
now,From up and down and still somehowIt's cloud illusions I recall;I really don't know cloudsAt all.
Moons and Junes and ferris wheels,The dizzy dancing way you feelAs ev'ry fairy tale comes real,I've looked at love that way.But now it's just another show,You leave 'em laughing when you go.And if you care, don't let them know,Don't give yourself away.I've looked at love from both sides now,From give and take and still somehowIt's love's illusions I recall;I really don't know loveA tall.
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.But something's lost but something's
gained,In living ev'ry day.I've looked at life from both sides now,From win and lose and still somehowIt's life's illusions I recall;I really don't know lifeAt all.by Joni Mitchell91967 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP.All Rights Reserved
Chelsea MorningWoke up, it was a Chelsea morningAnd the first thing that I heardWas the song outside my windowAnd the traffic wrote the words.It came ringing up like Christmas bellsAnd rapping up like pipes and drums.Oh, won't you stay? We'll put on the dayAnd we'll wear it till the night comes.
Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning.And the first thing that I sawWas the sun thru yellow curtainsAnd a rainbow on my wall,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 ev'ry second.
Now the curtain opensOn a portrait of todayAnd the streets are paved with passers byAnd pigeons flyAnd paper's lie,Waiting to blow away.
Woke up, it was a Chelsea morningAnd the first thing that I knewThere was milk and toast and honeyAnd a bowl of oranges, too.And the light poured in like butterscotchAnd 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 closesAnd the rainbow runs away,I will bring you incense owls at nightBy candle light,By jewel lightIf only you will stay.Pretty baby won't you,Woke up, it is a Chelsea morning.by Joni MitchellO1967 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP.All Rights Reserved
The Fiddle andthe Drum
And so once again,My dear, Johnny, my dear friend,And so, once again,You are fighting us all.And when I ask you why,You raise your sticks and cry,And I fall.Oh, my friend, how did you comeTo trade the fiddle JOT the drum?
You say I have turned.Like the enemies you've earned.But, I can rememberAll the good things you are.And so I ask you why?Can I help you find the peace and
the star?Oh, my friend.What time is thisTo trade the handshake for the fist?
And so once again,0 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 comeTo trade the fiddle for the drum?
You say we have turned.Like the enemies you've earnedBut, we can rememberAll 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 comeTo fear the beating of your drum.by Joni MitchellQ1969 StQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP.All Right! Reserved
When I first saw your galle,I liked the ones oj ladies/Then you began to hang up me)'ou studied to portray meIn ice and greensAnd old blue jeansAnd naked in the rosesThen you got into funny scenesThat all your work discloses.
"Lady, don't love me now, I am deadI am a saint, turn down your bedI have no heart" that's what you saidYou said, "I can be cruelBut let me be gentle with you"
Somewhere in a magazineI found a page about youI see that now it's JosephineWho cannot be without youI keep your house in fit repairI dust the portraits dailyYour mail comes here from everywhereThe writing looks like ladies'.
"Lady, please love me now, I am deadI am a saint, turn down your bedI have no heart" that's what you saidYou said, "I can be cruelBut let me be gentle with you"
I gave you all my pretty yearThen we began to weatherAnd I was left to winter hereWhile you went west for pleasureAnd now you're flying back this wayLike some lost homing pigeonThey've monitored your brain, you sayAnd changed you with religion.
"Lady, please love me now, I was deadI am no saint, turn down your bedLady, have you no heart" that's what you
saidWell, I can be cruelBut let me be gentle with you.
When I first saw your galleryI liked the ones of ladiesBut now their faces follow meAnd all their eyes look shady.by Joni MitchellC/9S9 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP.All Rights Reserved ^^^^_
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I StandFunny day, looking for laughterAnd finding it thereSunny day, braiding wild flowersAnd leaves in my hairPicked up a pencil and wrote"I love you" in my finest handWanted to send it,But I don't know where I stand.
Telephone, even the soundOf your voice is still newAll alone in CaliforniaAnd talking to youAnd feeling too foolishTo say the words that I had plannedI guess it's too early,'Cause I don't know where I stand.
Crickets call, courting their ladiesIn star-dappled greenThickets tall, until the morningComes up like a dreamAll m uted and misty, so drowsy nowI'll take what sleep I canI know that I miss you,But I don't know where I standI know that I miss you,But I don't know where I stand.by Joni Mitchell©1967 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP.All Rights Reserved
Daylight falls upon the path,The forest falls behindToday I am not preyTo dark uncertaintyThe shadow tremblesIn its wrath,I've robbed its blackness blindAnd tasted sunlightAs my fear cam c clear to meI think I understandFear is like a wilderlandStepping stones or sinking sand.
Now the way leads to the hills,Above the steeple's chimeBelow me sleepy rooftopsRound the harborIt's thereI'll take my thirsty fillOf friendship over wineForgetting fearBut never disregarding her.Oh, I think I understandFear is like a wilderlandStepping stones or sinking sand.
Sometimes voices in the nightWill call me back again'ack along the pahway
Of a troubled mindWhen forests riseTo block the lightThat keeps a traveler saneI'll challenge themWith flashes from a brighter time.Oh, I think I understandFear is like a wilderlandStepping stones or sinking sand.
by Joni MitchellO/966 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP.All Rights Reserved
Roses BineI think of tears,I think of rain on shinglesI think of roses blueI think of Rose,My heart begins to trembleTo see the place she's lately gotten toGotten to, gotten to.
She's gotten to mysterious devotionsShe's gotten to the zodiac and zenShe's gotten into tarot cards and potionsShe's laying her religion on her friendsOn her friends, on her friends.
Friends who come to ask herFor their futureFriends who come to findThey can't be friendsBecause of signs and seasonsThat don't suit herShe'll prophesy your death,She won't say whenWon't say when, won't say when
When all the black cards comeYou cannot barterNo, when all your stars are stackedYou cannot winShe'll shake her headAnd treat you like a martyrIt is her blackest spell she puts you inPuts you in, puts you in.
In sorrow she can lure youWhere she wants youInside your own self-pityThere you swimIn sinking down to drownHer voice still haunts youAnd only with your laughter can you winCan you win, can you win.
You win the lasting laurelsWith your laughterIt reaches like an armBefore you sinkTo win the solitary truthYou're afterYou dare not ask the priestess how to
thinkHow to think, how to think.
I think of tears,I think of rain on shinglesI think of rain,I think of roses blueI think of Rose,My heart begins to trembleTo see the place she's lately gotten toGotten to, gotten to.by Joni Mitchelle/968 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP.All Right! Reserved
Songs to Aging Children ComeThrough the windless ells of wonderBy the throbbing light machineIn a tea leaf trance or underOrders from the king and queen.
Songs to aging children comeAging children, I am one
People hurry by so quicklyDon't they hear the melodiesIn the chiming and the clickingAnd the laughing harmonies
Songs to aging children comeAging children, I am one
Some come dark and strangeLike dying crows and ravens whistlingLines of weeping, strings or cryingSo much said in listening
Songs to aging children comeAging children, I am one.
Does the moon play only silverWhen it strums the galaxyDying roses will they will theirPerfumed rhapsodies to me
Songs to aging children comeThis is oneby Joni Mitchell91967 SIQUOHB PUBLISHING CORP.All Right* Reserved
That Song Aboutthe Midway
I met you on a midwayAt a fair last yearAnd you stood out like a rubyIn a black man's earYou were playing on the horses,You were playing on the guitar stringsYou were playing like a devilWearing wings, wearing wings.
You looked so grand wearing wingsDo you tape them to your shouldersJust to singCan you flyI heard you can ! Can you flyLike an eagle doin' your huntingFrom the sky.
I followed with the sideshowsTo another townAnd I found you in a trailerOn the camping grounds.You were betting on some lover,You were shaking up the diceAnd I thought I saw you cheatingOnce or twice, once or twice
I heard your bid once or twiceWere you wondering was the gambleWorth the pricePack it in. I heard you did;Pack it inWas it hard to fold a handYou knew could win.
So lately you've been hidingIt was somewhere in the newsAnd I'm still at these racesWith my ticket stubs and my bluesAnd a voice calls out the numbers,And it sometimes mentions mineAnd I feel like I've beenWorking overtime, overtime.
I've lost my fire overtimeAlways playin' one more handFor one more dimeSlowin' downI'm gettin' tired! Slowin' downAnd I envy you the valleyThat you've found'Cause I'm midway down the midwaySlowin' down, down, down, down.by Joni Mitchell«J968 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING COUP.All Rightt Raented
Tin AngelVarnished weeds in window jarsTarnished beads on tapestriesKept in satin boxes areReflections of love's memories.
Letters from across the seasRoses dipped in sealing waxValentines and maple leavesTucked into a paperback.
Guess I'll throw them all awayFound someone to love today.
Dark with darker moods is heNot a golden Prince who's comeThrough columbines and wizardryTo talk of castles in the sun.
Still I'll take a chance and seeI found someone to love today.
There's a sorrow in his eyesLike the angel made of tinWhat will happen if I tryTo place another heart in him
In a Bleeker Street cafeI found someone to love todayI found someone to love today,by Joni Mitchell"1987 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP.All Rightt Reserved
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parking lot,a pink hotel, a boutique and t
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The ArtmngeiYou could have be fmoreThan a name on tjfdoorOn the thirty-thirampor in the airMore than a credit enSwimming pool in themackyard
While you still have iYou could get away arUfindA better life, you kno'fhe grindIs so ungratefulRacing cars, whisky INo one cares who yaf'eally areYou're the keeper ofne cardsYes I know it gets iKeeping the wheels}And the wife she kjjgthe keysShe is so pleasedA part of the arr^gement
You could have t^n nm^*Than a name on iOn the thirty-thirJ*)More than a consumerLying in some room trying to dieMore than a credit cardSwimming pool in the backyard
You could have been moreYou could have been moreYou could have been more.
by Joni Mitchell61969 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP.All Rights Reserved
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by Joni Mitchell©1 9 70 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP.All Rights Reserved *
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for him.Here he comes, after midnight, to fihdl
her again.He will come a few times—or more—'Till he finds a lady statue standing in a
door, in a door oh.
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Caught aFearful whenAnd tearful at theAnd the seasons, th
nd the paifflMy fes go up anWe're captive off Wcarousel of t\We can't return, we can only look beFrom where we came and goRound and round in the circle gamThen 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
roundAnd the painted ponies go up and down,
're captive on the carousel of time,can't return, we can only look behind
•om where we came and gound and round in the circle'een springs and sixteen sone now,•wheels turn to car wheels t/A theon.
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find roiltiand round, inthf circle game,
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or conversationhim sometimes
mfort and consult',t's what he'll find
him apples and cheesesHe S^^rs me sit,He seesme when he_I see him in cafesAnd I only say.Ji£And turn aw aHow much I want to seShe removes him, like a rin,To washJier hands
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n on a nosy corner,Waitin' for the walking green, 'cross 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 limousine and two white men
< Escortin' me to the halls.I play if you have money, or if you're a
friend to me,But the one man band by the quick-lunch
standHe was playin' real good for free.Nobody stopped to hear him, tho' he
played so sweet and high.They knew he had never been on 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 playin' real good for free.
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Ladies of the CanyonTrina wears her wampum beadsShe fills her drawing book with lineSewing lace on widows' weedsAnd filagree on leaf and vineVine and leaf are filagreeAnd her coat's a second hand oneTrimmed in antique luxuryShe is a lady of the canyon.
Annie sits you down to eatShe always makes you welcome inCats and babies 'round her feetAnd all are fat and none are thinNone are thin and all are fatShe may bake some brownies todaySaying, you are welcome backShe is another canyon lady.
Estrella circus girlComes wrapped in songs and gypsy
shawlsSongs like tiny hammers hurledAt bevelled mirrors in empty hallsEmpty halls and bevelled mirrorsSailing seas and climbing banyansCome out for a visit hereTo be a lady of the canyon.
Trina takes her paints and her threadsAnd she weaves a pattern all her ownAnnie bakes her cakes and her breadsAnd she gathers flowers for her homeFor her home she gathers flowersAnd Estrella, dear companionColors up the sunshine hoursPouring music down the canyon-Coloring the sunshine hoursThey are the ladies of the canyon.
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MorningMorgantown
When morning comes to MorgantownThe merchants roll their awnings downThe milktrucks make their morning
roundsIn morning, Morgantown
We'll rise up early with the sunTo ride the bus while everyone is
yawningAnd the day is youngIn morning, Morgantown
Morning MorgantownBuy your dreams a dollar downMorning any town you nameMorning's just the same
We'll find a table in the shadeAnd sip our tea and lemonadeAnd watch the morning on paradeIn morning, Morgantown
Ladies in their rainbow fashionsColored stop and go lights flashingWe'll wink at total strangers passing inMorning, Morgantown
Morning MorgantownBuy your dreams a dollar downMorning any town you nameMorning's just the same
I'd like to buy you everythingA wooden bird with painted wingsA window full of colored ringsIn morning, Morgantown.
But the only thing I have to giveTo make you smile, to win you withAre all the mornings still to liveIn morning, Morgantown.by Joni Mitchell©7967 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP.All Rights Reserved
The Priest SongThe priest sat in the airport bar, wearing
his father's tie,And his eyes looked into my eyes so farWhenever the words ran dry.Behind the lash and the circles blue,He looked as only a priest can thruAnd his eyes said, "Me" and his eyes
said, "You'.'And my eyes said, "Let us try'.'He said, "You wouldn't like it here;It's no place you should share.The roof is ripped with hurricanes, the
room is always bare"I need the wind and I seek the cold.He reached past the wine for my hand
to holdAnd he saw me young and he saw me olaAnd he saw me sitting there.So 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 timeAnd he asked for only now.Oh, now the trials are trumpet scored;
oh, will we pass the test?Or just as one loves more and moreWill one love less and less ?Oh, come, let's run from the ring
we're in,Where the Christians clap and the
Germans grin,Shouting, "Let them lose!" Saying
"Let them win!"Crying "Make them both confess !"A priest at the airport bar, wearing his
father's tie.by Joni MitchellO/968 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP.All Rights Reserved
Willie
Rainy Night HouseIt was a rainy nightWe took a taxi to your mothers' homeShe went to Florida and left youWith your father's gun, aloneUpon her small white bedI fell into a dreamYou sat up all the night and watched meTo see, who in the world I might be.
I am from the Sunday schoolI sing soprano in the upstairs choirYou are a holy manOn the F. M. radioI sat up all the night and watched theeTo see, who in the world you might be.
You called me beautifulYou called your mother—she was very
tannedSo you packed your tent and wentTo live out in the Arizona sandYou are a refugeeFrom a wealthy familyYou gave up all the golden factoriesTo see, who in the world you might be.by Joni Mitchell
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Willie is my child, he is my fatherI would be his lady all my lifeHe says he'd love to live with meBut for an ancient injuryThat has not healedHe said I feel once againLike I gave my heart too soonHe's stood looking thru the laceAt the face on the conquered moonAnd counting all the cars going up
the hillAnd the stars on my window sillThere are still more reasons whyI love him.
Willie is my joy, he is my sorrowNow he wants to run away and hideHe says our love cannot be realHe cannot hear the chapel's pealing
silver bellsBut you know it's hard to tellWhen you're in the spellIf it's wrong or if it's realBut you're bound to loseIf you let the blues get you scared to feelAnd I feel like I'm just being bornLike a shiny light breaking in a stormThere are so many reasons whyI love him.by Joni Mitchell
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/ came upon a child of God; he waswalking along the road
And I asked him "Where are yougoing?"
This he told me: "I'm going on down toYasgur'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 ivtTgol lo get oursztVeTbyckte'
the garden.Tffen can I walk beside you? f r\ave
tfome h^re to lose the smoggArfd I feel to be a cog in somet
we were
jturnint.Maybe if is just the time of yeI maybe it's the time of man.
/ don't know who I am, but lif•—teaming'.'We are Stardust, we are goldenAnd we gok to get ourselves bac
the g irden.By the i ime we got to Woodsto
half 1 1 million strongAnd 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 cfirbonCaught in the deviFs bargainAnd we got to get ourselves back to
the garden.
by Joni Mitchell
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Night in the City
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Night in the City
Words and Music byJONI MITCHELL
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Song to a Seagull
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Cactus Tree
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The Pirate of Penance
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Words and Music byJONI MITCHELL
The pi-rate an- chored on a Wednes -day And why he came to port I won - der.
To see a la-dy, so my friends-say. Shedanc-es for the sail-ors in a smok-y cab- a -ret far
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I Had a King
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Michael from Mountains
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Tin Angel
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/ Think I Understand
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on the path, —to the hills,_in tlie night —
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will call me back a -
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ltrH> i 1 kY .=*=* * •'I've robbed its black- nessOf friend -ship o - ver
That keeps a trav -eler
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as my fear came clear — to me. )nev - er dis - re - gard - ing her. > I
flash - es from a bright - er time.)
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stand; Fear is like a wild - er - land,_ Step-ping stones or
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Songs to Aging Children Come
Moderate
J J; i J
Words and Music byJONI MITCHELL
Pfl
Thru the wind-less wells of won - der,Some come dark and strange like dy - ing,
By the throb-bingCrows and rav-ens
mp
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tea leafweep-ing,
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trance or unstrings of cry
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^Or-ders from theSo much sad in
iking and queen,lis - ten- ing Songs to ag - ing
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child ren come.
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Ag-ing chil - dren, I am one..
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Peo -pie pass- ingDoes the moon play
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rf fr
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by so quick ly,on ly sil - ver
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SPDon't they hear theWhen it strums the
mel - o -diesgal - ax- ies?
1
in the whin-ingDy-ing ros- es
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m i 1andwill,
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the clickthey will
ingtheir
and the laugh - ingper-fumed rhap - so
har - mo-nies?dies to me
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Songs to ag - ingSongs to ag - iug
ehilchil
come.,dren come..
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Ag- ing chilAg- ing chil
dren,dren.
I am one.this is one.
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65
The Fiddle and the Drum
Words and Music byJONI MITCHELL
1. And so once a - gain,2. And so once a - gain,
my dear, John -ny. my dear friend,O A - mer- i - ca my friend,
W ' J ^p r c _ .* — i> • —=^— ?ti™ • jAnd so,And so
onceonce
gain,gain,
you are fight - ing us all. Andyou are fight - ing us all. And
' " ' r ^when I ask you why,when we ask you why,
You raise your sticks and cry.You raise your sticks and cry,
And I fall!.and we fall!.
Oh, myOh. my friend.
how did you comehow did you come.
to trade the fid-die for the drum?.to trade the fid- die for the drum?_
iiiYou say I have turned.You say we have turned.
like the en- em- ies you've earned,like the en - em - ies you've earned
O i l * >
SO I £
so we a
v i> f f r f=T=:
*=2=E=— —But, I can re -But, we can re -
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isk you why? Can Isk you, please, Can we
Vm — •-=$=-mem - ber allmem - ber all
help you find thehelp you find the
r -^the good tthe good t
— h» p — f—E=F-peace and thepeace and the
= =^liings you are.nings you are.
' — L"'jf • 5T-Wr r •
star 9 Oh
star? O\
\ \m
AndAnd
i j my friend.i, my friend
what time is this to trade the hand- shake for the fist?we have all come to fear the beat - • ing of your drum!_
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Roses Blue
Words and Music byJONI MITCHELL
Cm 07-8
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1. I think of t2. Friends who3. (In) sor - row
-«:r« « • • — «^« * -
pars T think of rain on
i l l
* — ^^nhin - orles-
—~^T
T>rnp to ask her for... their ft? - t"r"she,-.... can lure you where she «'^«tc wrtn- T«_
g i * "
think nf rain TFriends who come toSJdf> yniir own S°lf
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think of Rose, mycause of signs andsink - ing down to
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think of ros es tfind tV)py can't b" fpi - ty there you s
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pm - hip
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ppa- pnns that , don't suit her. She'lldrown her voice still hann*"R vnn AnH
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late - ly godeath; she wonlaugh- ter cai
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got - ten, won't say
can you
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got - ten toall the blackwin the last
( think of tears,.
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got - ten toall your stars
reach - es like_think of rain,.
the zo - di - ac —are stacked you canan arm be- fore—
I think of Ros -
and Zen;.not win._you sink.,es blue;.
She'sShe'll
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1 ±-got - ten in - to tar - ot cards and poshake her head and treat you like a marwin the sol - i - tar - y truth you're af
think of Rose, my heart be - gins to trem
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dare not ask thesee the place she's
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lig - ion on her frispell she puts you inpriest- ess how to thi)late - ly got - ten to
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69
I Don't Know Where I Stand
Words and Music byJONI MITCHELL
Moderate
Fun -ny day,Crick- ets call,
Look-ing for laugh - ter and find ing it there,dap-pled green.court- ing their la - dies in star
G7 G9 G7
Sun - ny day,Thick- ets tall
braid-ing fall flow-ers and leaves,un - til the morn-ing comes up.
in my hair,like a dream. All
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T 1 — 5 » » *~= — 1 * r — f- — f—up a pen - cil and wrote I love — you in my fin- est hand,
ed and mist - y, so drows-y new; I'll take what sleep I can.
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want-ed to send— it, But I don'tknow that I miss you, But I don't
know,know.
where Iwhere I.
stand,stand.
r
Tel - e - phone,
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ev- en the sotind of your voice
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1in Car - o lin - a and talk ing to you. and
m iJm
feel-ing too fool - ish and strange to say. The words that I had planned.
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Guess it's too ear - ly cuz I don't know where I stand.
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^^Doo. too too too too too too too.
too too too too too too
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The Gallery
Moderate
Words and Music byJONI MITCHELL
A li
1. \Vhen2.3.4.
t " f* 1 —\, J-f-
mj»
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aT first .saw your
=) \ , , 1_J2_d k 1
o-ol _ lor - v
Som p-whf rp in a m ag - a - zinf*gavp you all my prf^t- ty ypars
I first saw your eroi_ i^r _ w
k i L I i
I m r \ f r . r f r-' r \ r j r i r j
I h j , - =T
r r ^ r r r r r
•I liked the onesI found a page
Then we be-ganI liked the ones
w'
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ofa -toof
f-L
you besee thatI was
now the
por- trayJo - seph
win - terfol - low
me;.ine_
here.me
You stud- led toWho can- not be
While you went westAnd all the eyes
por - traywith - outfor pleaslook shad
meyou._ure..
y—
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t4j — i 1 —k — I—J * J 1 «!' J
In ice andI keep your
And now you're
m Jty rt — — « « —
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grehou
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old bluefit re -
back this
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jeans.pair;,way
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nak- eddust thesome lost
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thetraitsing
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ThenYour
They've
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you got in - tomail comes here frommon - i-tored your
» J < j.fun- nyev- 'ry
brain, you
scenes.where..say, _
That all your work dis-The writ-ing looks like
And changed you to re -
r
Am
Pclosla
lig
es.dies'.ion
1.2."La - dy, don't
3. "La- dy, please
love me now I am
love me now: I was
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wdead.dead.
I am a saint;I am no saint;
turn down your bed.turn down your bed.
I have noLa-dy,haveyou no
--
heart,"heart?"
that's whatthat's what
youyou
said,said.
Yousaid,"! can be cru - el,.Well, I can be cru - el,.
Am
m J- j> u wBut let me beBut let me be
tie with you?tie with you._
2..
Coda
da da da
That Song About the Midway75
Moderate
Words and Music byJONI MITCHELL
met you on —fol - lowed with.late - ly you've
a mid -waythe side-shows
been hid - ing;
at a fair last,to an - oth - er—it was some -where in.
— year_— town.the news;
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And youAnd I
And
t-rt I—T-r|r i «n^ f
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Btistood out lilfound you iiI'm still a
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n were pi ay -ing ou were bet -ting od a voice calls o
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num - bers and it
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play - ing on guishak - ing up —some - times men
tar strings, You were play - in' like.the dice, And I thought I saw.
tions mine And I feel like I've.
a dev - il
been work-ing
wear-ingonce or
ov - er-
BkmT EbTsus
.
'
^LA—wings,twice,time,.
we;
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ir-ing wie or tw- er - tii
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ies.
ne
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5 — ;— j — « — j — i
You looked soI heard your
I've lost my
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grand wear- ingbid once or
fire, o - ver
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tape them to yourwon- d'ring was theplay - in1 one more
}—
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shoul - ders— just togam -ble worth the price?
hand for one more dime.
Can you fly?_Pack it in!Slow-in' down,.
I heard youI'm get - tin'
f
At 77Eb7sus Eb rsus
ican. Can youdid. Pack ittired. Slow -in'
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hard to fold aen - vy you the
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hunt - ing.hand you.val - ley_
from the sky?,knew could win?_that you've
3. So
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Both Sides Now
Moderately (with a light heat)
Words and Music byJONI MITCHELL
Cmaj7
r^~~s — 1$ * H; J •> = J
1. Bows and flows of2. Moons and Junes and3. Tears and fears and
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ii — iice - cream cas - tiesdiz - zy danc - ingsay "I love you"
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• itin the air, and
way you feel, asright out loud,
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feath - er can - yonsev - 'ry fai - ry
Dreams and schemes and
ffe^^^^^h'Jr..,.
• — r-f-^ 1--- : — z;r r H
I
ev - 'ry - where,ta ]p pomps real
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. — I've looked at clouds thatT'VP looked a! Invp that
ri r - CMS crowds , T| "** ir»r»b*>H c»t nr^ tha t
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J. 7^way. Butway,. Butway. But
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now they on - ly blnow it's just an - tnow old friends are a
3d r r r^
3 1 " if 1 1 i 1 1 1 f11 1 1 1 f 1 1 i i
ock thfe sun, they
ct - ing strange,— they
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ram and snow on evleave 'em laugh - ing wheshake their heads, they saj
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r I've changed.- But
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EEiE^man - y things Iif you care, don't
some-thing's lost but
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would have done,—let them know,—
some- thing's gained,.
but clouds got in my way.don't give your - self a - way.
in liv - ing ev - 'ry day.
J J J J
I've looked at clouds fromI've looked at love fromI've looked at life from
i
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both sides now,both sides now,both sides now,
fe fi)
ft — *1— =^• rv-
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from up and down —from give and takefrom win and lose
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y-;r.^"~
andandand
P r _h J n i-M JL«L* p—still some -how it'sstill some -how_ it' sstill some-how it's
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cloud il - lu - sionslove's il - lu - sionslife's il - lu - sions
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^re-call; Ire-call; Ire-call; I
real - ly don't know clouds.real - ly don't know lovereal - ly don't know life —
at— all._at all..at all.-
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He Comes for Conversation
Moderately
Words and Music byJONI MITCHELL
fJ J J J
DTsus
OTBIU
m J1I com - fort him.
That's how our time be-gan,.
V r
J J rCom - fort andLove is a
consto
sul - tary told.
rr rtion, .
to a
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pTo Coda
i ^friend,
He knows. that's what he'llIt's sec - ond
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find.,hand.
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t=tieesties -
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I'll give my an - swers when.
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He sees meHe says she
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But Isee himknow she
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D7sus
To Coda •
^ m^in ca
him down.- fe's. And I on - ly say
Shehel - lo, And turn a -
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way be-fore his la-dy knows. How much 1 want to seet
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him. She 're-moves him, like a ring To wash her
fmm^= =i ^=^=i
She on - ly brings him out
G7sus
3friends. I want to free him..
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speaks in sor-ry sen - ten - ces, Mi - rac -u - lous— re - pent -
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- anc - es,. I don't be -
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lieve her. To -mor -row he will come to me— And
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Rainy Night House
Medium Folk Beat
Words and Music byJONI MITCHELL
It was a rain - y night, We took a tax
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in the up - stairs choir.
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who in the world _ you
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You called me beau - ti-ful, You called—your moth-er she was ver - y
j.tanned. So you packed your tent and went to live out in the Ar i-zo-na
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Blue Boy
Words and Music byJONI MITCHELL
Medium Folk Beat
1. La - dy called the blue - boy,2. Some -times in the eve - ning3. Bring her boots of leath - er,
love, She took him home.He would read to her, _
She will dance for him..
Madehim-self an i -Roll her in his armsShy - ly, from a feath
dol, yes, So he turned to stone Like a pil - grim,she tra -And give his seed to her She would wake in the morn-er fan She'll glance for him Here he comes af - ter mid -
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veiled To place her flow - ersing With-out him and go to the win - dow
night To find her a -gain
_ Be - fore his gran - ite grace,_ And look out thru the pane,_He will come a few times more
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And she prayed a - loud.But the stat -ue inTill he finds a la -
for love To wak - en in his face,_her gar - den, He al - ways looked the same,,dy stat - ue Stand-ing in a door,.
He looked the same,In her door
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The Arrangement
Very Slowly and Freely
Words and Music byJONI MITCHELL
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You could have been more than a name on the door— On the thir-ty-third floor.
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Rac-ing cars, whis-key bars, No one cares who you
You're the keep-er of the cards, Yes, I know it gets hard.
Keep-ing the wheels turn - ing. And the wife,. she keeps —
keys,. She's so pleased to be a part.
of— the ar-range-:
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More than a con-sum - er ly- ing in some room try-in1 to die.
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Ladies of the Canyon
Moderatelv
Words and Music byJONI MITCHELL
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ur -y,
iiShe is a la - dy of the can yon.
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sun- shine hours, They are_ the— la - dies of the can - yon..
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2. 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.Doo-doo-doo-doo doo-doo-doo,La-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la.
3. Estrella, circus girl,Comes wrapped in songs and gypsy shawls.Songs like tiny hammers hurledAt bevelled mirrors in empty halls.Empty halls and bevelled mirrors,Sailing seas and climbing banyans.Come out for a visit hereTo be a lady of the canyon.Doo-doo-doo-doo doo-doo-doo,Doo-doo doo doo doo doo doo-doo-doo.
4. Trina takes her paints and her threadsAnd weaves a pattern all her own.Annie bakes her cakes and her breadsAnd 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.Doo-doo-doo-doo doo-doo-doo,La-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la.Coloring the sunshine hours,They are the ladies of the canyon.
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Willie
Medium Folk Style/tvt'0t much feeling)
Words an'd Music byJONI MITCHELL
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I would be his la - dy all-Now he wants to run a -way-
myand
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He says he'd love.He says our love.
to live with mecan not be real,.
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But for an_He can not.
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fan - cient in - ju
hear the cha - pel1ry that has not healed,
peal - ing ail - ver bells.He said I feel.
But you know it's hard to tell.
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once a - gain like I gave my heart too soon.when you're in the spell if it's wrong or if it's real.
look- ing through the lace at the face on the con- quered moon,-lose if you let the blues get you scared to feel
He stoodBut you're bound to
AndAnd I
count-ing all the carsfeel like I'm.
up the hill_just be-ing born.
And the starsLike a shin
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why-why.
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Wil-lie is my child, he is my
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The Priest Song103
Words and Music byJONI MITCHELL
Moderately
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IP « 1priest sat in the air-port bar, He was wear-ing his fa - ther's_said, you would- n't like it here, It's no place you should.took his con - tra - dic-tions out And he splashed them on myNow the trials are trum-pet scored,. Oh, will we pass the
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9eyes sohur - rithen tomore and
farcanes,doubt.more_
When- ev- er the wordsAnd the room is al
When choos - ing whatWill one love less
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Woodstock
Slow Folk Style
Words and Music byJONI MITCHELL
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can I walk be-side you?—time we got to Wood stock.
He was walk-ing a - long theI have come here to lose the
. We were half a mil - lion
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asked him, "Where arefeel to beev - 'ry - where
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J J I J Igo - ing on down,be it is just_I dreamed I saw-
to Yasthe time _the bomb
gur's Farm,—of year,
ers
Gon- na join in a rock and rollOr may- be it'sthe time of man.
Rid - ing shot - gun in the
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Morning Morgantoum
Moderately
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Words and Music byJONI MITCHELL
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l.When morn - ing comes tofind a ta - blelike to buy you
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morn - ing Mor - gan -morn - ing Mor - gan -morn - ing Mor - gan
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He Played Real Good for Free
Moderately (with feeling)
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Words and Music byJONI MITCHELL
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last nightI play
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played so
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iThe wind
I've got a blackThey knew
rrrushed a - round
lim - ou - sinehe had nev -er
rin the dir-tytown,and two gen-tie -menbeen on their
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And the chil - drenEs - cort - ing_
V., So they passed
I was stand-ing onAnd I play if
I meant toyou
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y cor - nerthe mon - eyand ask for a song,
Wait - ingOr if you're
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and he played realby the quick lunchas the sig-nal changed,
goodstand,
On his clar - i - net,He was play - in1 real good,He was play - in1 real good,
foKforfor
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itifj Yellow Taxi
Words and Music byJONI MITCHELL
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1. They paved par -a -disc Andtook all the trees And
3. Hey, far-mer, far-mer,4. Late last night I 1
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The Circle Game
Words and Music byJONI MITCHELL
Moderately
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1. Yes - ter - day a child2. Then the child moved ten3. Six - teen springs and six -
years spin by and now
came— out to won - der,.times_round the sea - sons,teen— sum - mers gone now,the—boy is twen - ty,_ Though his
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Caught a drag - on - flySkat - ed o - ver tenCart - wheels turn to car -
in - side a jar __clear— fro - zen streams.wheels-thru the town. _
dreams have lost some grand - eur — com - ing true,And they
There'll be
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Fear - fulWords like,tell him,new dreams.
when the sky was full ofwhen you're old - er,must_ aptake your time, it won't_ bemay - be bet - ter dreams, and
thunpeaselongplen
der,.him,now,ty_
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. Itear - ful at theprom - is - es ofdrag your feet tofore the last re -
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fall - ingsome - dayslow thevolv - ing
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