Joni Mitchell - Don't Interrupt The Sorrow Lyrics
Dont interrupt the sorrowDarn rightIn flames our prophet witchesBe politeA room full of glassesHe says your notches liberation dollAnd he chains me with that serpentTo that ethiopian wallAnima risingQueen of queensWash my guilt of edenWash and balance meAnima risingUprising in me tonightShes a vengeful little goddessWith an ancient crown to fightTruth goes up in vaporsThe steeples leanWinds of change patriarchsSnug in your Bible belt dreamsGod goes up the chimneyLike childhood santa clausThe good slaves love the good bookA rebel loves a causeIm leaving on the 1:15Youre darn rightSince I was seventeenIve had no one over meHe says anima rising-So what-Petrified wood processTall timber down to rock!Dont interrupt the sorrowDarn rightHe says we walked on the moonYou be polite.Dont let up the sorrowDeath and birth and death and birthHe says bring that bottle kindlyAnd Ill pad your purse-Ive got a head full of quandaryAnd a mighty, mighty, thirst.Seventeen glassesRhine wineMilk of the madonnaClandestineHe dont let up the sorrowHe lies and he cheatsIt takes a heart like marys these daysWhen your man gets weak
