Joni Mitchell
Canadian singer-songwriter and painter.
Rows 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 way.
They took all the trees
And put them in a tree museum
And they charged all the people
A dollar and a half just to see 'em.
Hey farmer, farmer,
Put away that DDT now
Give me spots on my apples
But leave me the birds and the bees
Please!
I remember the time you told me, you said
"Love is touching souls,"
Surely you've touched mine, cause
Part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time.
Any time I make a record it's followed by a painting period. It's good crop rotation.
Secrets and sharing soda,
That's how our time began.
Love is a story told to a friend
It's second hand.
In our possessive coupling
So much could not be expressed
So now I'm returning to myself
These things that you and I suppressed.
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.
Joni, you have more class than Richard Nixon, Mick Jagger, and Gomer Pyle combined!