Joni Mitchell Lyrics
Joni Mitchell Lyrics
"COYOTE Lyrics"
tried to be true Lyrics
from baby to best with no second test these little storms destroy you here is the fame they promised to give you taking the place of my hand now well did you try to be true what separates me from you now what separates me from you did you borrow the soul the soul that you sell now what does
from baby to best with no second test these little storms destroy you here is the fame they promised to give you taking the place of my hand now well did you try to be true what separates me from you now what separates me from you did you borrow the soul the soul that you sell now what does
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
Goin' Home Lyrics
On the hill where Custer was Making his last stand With the Indians all around And his gun in his hand Such a wind was blowing that day Through the battleground I could feel it in my hair As I turned towards downtown Cleaving through the buildings Cutting though the streets Slicing through the cul
middle of nowhereOn the hill where Custer was Making his last stand With the Indians all around And his gun in his hand Such a wind was blowing that day Through the battleground I could feel it in my hair As I turned towards downtown Cleaving through the buildings Cutting though the streets Slicing through the cul
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 of the freeway
I loo
any old time Lyrics
any old time you want me i am yours for the asking darling any old time you need me ill be their with love thats lasting darling. all through the years well stand together sharing the tears and stormy weather and the sunshine will be yours and mine any old time your blue youll have our love to chase away
ed a Coyote right in the faceany old time you want me i am yours for the asking darling any old time you need me ill be their with love thats lasting darling. all through the years well stand together sharing the tears and stormy weather and the sunshine will be yours and mine any old time your blue youll have our love to chase away
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
Voices Lyrics
Live come to the end Nowhere to go Look back and see Remains, left in the road Can't keep me behind closed doors Or locked up in a cage, I'll rise again My stregth comes from my pain Time to break free Don't hold me back The world is mine Be it cruel and unkind Voices, in my head tell me I
Live come to the end Nowhere to go Look back and see Remains, left in the road Can't keep me behind closed doors Or locked up in a cage, I'll rise again My stregth comes from my pain Time to break free Don't hold me back The world is mine Be it cruel and unkind Voices, in my head tell me I
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