Dont Interrupt The Sorrow — текст песни (Joni Mitchell)





Dont interrupt the sorrow

Darn right

In flames our prophet witches

Be polite

A room full of glasses

He says "your notches liberation doll"

And he chains me with that serpent

To that ethiopian wall



Anima rising

Queen of queens

Wash my guilt of eden

Wash and balance me

Anima rising

Uprising in me tonight

Shes a vengeful little goddess

With an ancient crown to fight



Truth goes up in vapors

The steeples lean

Winds of change patriarchs

Snug in your Bible belt dreams

God goes up the chimney

Like childhood santa claus

The good slaves love the good book

A rebel loves a cause



Im leaving on the 1:15

Youre darn right

Since I was seventeen

Ive had no one over me

He says "anima rising-

So what-

Petrified wood process

Tall timber down to rock!"



Dont interrupt the sorrow

Darn right

He says "we walked on the moon

You be polite."

Dont let up the sorrow

Death and birth and death and birth

He says "bring that bottle kindly

And Ill pad your purse-

Ive got a head full of quandary

And a mighty, mighty, thirst."



Seventeen glasses

Rhine wine

Milk of the madonna

Clandestine

He dont let up the sorrow

He lies and he cheats

It takes a heart like marys these days

When your man gets weak



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