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Secrets and sharing soda,It's second hand.
β Joni Mitchell
singer, songwriter, painter, musician, guitarist, record producer, photographer, poet, recording artist, film director, film editor
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Secrets and sharing soda,It's second hand.
Some are friendlySome are standing in the centre giving to get something.
Laughing and crying, you know it's the same release.
Friends have told her "Not so proud"Harder and harder just to be nice.
It's coming on Christmas,I could skate away on
Joni, you have more class than Richard Nixon, Mick Jagger, and Gomer Pyle combined!
I heard someone from the music business saying they are no longer looking for talent, they want people with a certain look and a willingness to cooperate.
The considerations of a corporation, especially now, have nothing to do with art or music.
I don't understand why Europeans and South Americans can take more sophistication. Why is it that Americans need to hear their happiness major and their tragedy minor, and as jazzy as they can handle is a seventh chord? Are they not experiencing complex emotions?
I need to explore and discover and so that has given me, really, to some what seems like courage, but really it's just in my stars, there's nothing I can do about it . . . . I guess I'll just take my award and run now.
I don't like being too looked up at or too looked down on. I prefer meeting in the middle to being worshipped or spat out.
Any time I make a record it's followed by a painting period. It's good crop rotation.
I was demanding of myself a deeper and greater honesty, more and more revelation in my work in order to give it back to the people where it goes into their lives and nourishes them and changes their direction and makes light bulbs go off in their head and makes them feel. And it isn't vague, it strikes against the very nerves of their life and in order to do that you have to strike against the very nerves of your own.
There's been a tremendous amount of growth. An actress is not expected to continue to play her ingenue roles, you know, I've written myself roles to grow into gracefully, but there is no growing into gracefully in the pop world. Basically the reason I'm so unruly in this business is because I never wanted to be a human jukebox.
In our possessive coupling These things that you and I suppressed.
You go down to the pick up station And your loneliness.
Oh, you're in my blood like holy wine, I would still be on my feet.
Rows and flows of angel hair, But clouds got in my way.
Iβve looked at clouds from both sides now, I really donβt know clouds at all.
Tears and fears and feeling proud, In living evβry day.
Iβve looked at love from both sides now I really donβt know love at all.
And the seasons they go round and round, In the circle game.
I came upon a child of god, Iβm going to try anβ get my soul free.
I don't know who I am / but you know, life is for learning.
I see music as fluid architecture.
We are stardust, Back to the garden.
By the time we got to Woodstock Above our nation.
They paved paradise and a swinging hot spot.
Don't it always seem to go And put up a parking lot.
They took all the trees A dollar and a half just to see 'em.
Hey farmer, farmer, Please!
I wanna be strong, Wanna wreck my stockings in some jukebox dive.
