Joni Mitchell Follow

Don't 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

She's 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

I'm leaving on the 1:15

You're darn right

Since I was seventeen

I've had no one over me

He says "Anima rising-

So what-

Petrified wood process

Tall timber down to rock!"

Don't interrupt the sorrow

Darn right

He says "We walked on the moon

You be polite."

Don't let up the sorrow

Death and birth and death and birth and death and birth

He says "Bring that bottle kindly

And I'll pad your purse-

I've got a head full of quandary

And a mighty, mighty, thirst."

Seventeen glasses

Rhine wine

Milk of the Madonna

Clandestine

He don't let up the sorrow

He lies and he cheats

It takes a heart like Mary's these days

When your man gets weak