Joni Mitchell in intensive care

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Joni Mitchell in intensive care

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No regrets Coyote

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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 and the skin and 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 thru the whisker wheat
Chasing some prize down
And a hawk was playing with him
Coyote was jumping straight up and making passes
He had those same eyes just like yours
Under your dark glasses
Privately probing the public rooms
And peeking thru keyholes in numbered doors
Where the players lick their wounds
And take their temporary lovers
And their pills and powders to get them thru this passion play
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
Are spelling it out so clear
Either he's going to have to stand and 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
You 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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[sabang]

Joni Mitchell is special- not just another pop star. I feel lke putting my headphones on, and listening to some of her music again. and will.

[Texpat]

Strange.
I've heard of her name, but can't place the face, nor name a single song she's known for. She was older than both my parents and moved to the US before I was born.

I often feel really out of touch -- probably because the cohort I retired to Thailand with are my parent's age.

[Guest]

Strange.
I've heard of her name, but can't place the face, nor name a single song she's known for. She was older than both my parents and moved to the US before I was born.

I often feel really out of touch -- probably because the cohort I retired to Thailand with are my parent's age.

Gen Xer scum?

That makes sense.

[sabang]

You don't need to have been there to know the song Woodstock Tex. (Joni Mitchell wasn't there either!) A cover version by Crosby, Still & Nash is better known though.

[CHEEKYFOKKER]

I rather liked the cover-version by 'Mathews southern comfort' myself but one man's meat is another man's poison and there is no accounting for taste.

[sabang]

Likewise- actually I like all three versions. An iconic song.