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Joni Mitchell - For the Roses Lyrics
I heard it in the wind last night, it sounded like applause
Did you get a round resounding for your way up here?
It seems like many dim years ago since I heard that face to face
Or seen you face to face though tonight I can feel you here
I get these notes on lilac sprays and butterflies
From girls who just have to tell me
That
they saw you somewhere
In some office, sits a poet and he trembles as he sings
And he asks some guy to circulate his soul around
On your mark, red ribbon runner
The caressing rev of motors finely tuned
Like fancy women in thirties evening gowns
Up the charts off to the airport, your name's in the news
Everything's first class, and the lights go down
And it's just you up there, gettin' them to feel like that
Remember the days when you used to sit
And make up your tunes just for love
And pour your simple sorrow to the sound hole and your knee
And now you're seen on giant screens and at parties for the press
And for people who have slices of you, from the company
They toss around your latest golden egg
Speculation, well, who's to know
If the next one in the nest will glitter for them so
I guess I seem ungrateful with my teeth sunk in the hand
That brings me these things, I really can't give up just yet
Now I sit up here, the critic, and I'm watchin' some new band
But they look like pink confetti on my old TV set
Oh, the power and the glory
Just when you're gettin' a taste for worship
They start bringing out the hammers
And the boards and the nails
I heard it in the wind last night, it sounded like applause
It's chilly now, end of summer, no more shiny, hot nights
It was just the arbutus rustling, and the bumpin' of the logs
And the moon swept down black water like an empty spotlight
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In some office, sits a poet and he trembles as he sings
And he asks some guy to circulate his soul around
On your mark, red ribbon runner
The caressing rev of motors finely tuned
Like fancy women in thirties evening gowns
Up the charts off to the airport, your name's in the news
Everything's first class, and the lights go down
And it's just you up there, gettin' them to feel like that
Remember the days when you used to sit
And make up your tunes just for love
And pour your simple sorrow to the sound hole and your knee
And now you're seen on giant screens and at parties for the press
And for people who have slices of you, from the company
They toss around your latest golden egg
Speculation, well, who's to know
If the next one in the nest will glitter for them so
I guess I seem ungrateful with my teeth sunk in the hand
That brings me these things, I really can't give up just yet
Now I sit up here, the critic, and I'm watchin' some new band
But they look like pink confetti on my old TV set
Oh, the power and the glory
Just when you're gettin' a taste for worship
They start bringing out the hammers
And the boards and the nails
I heard it in the wind last night, it sounded like applause
It's chilly now, end of summer, no more shiny, hot nights
It was just the arbutus rustling, and the bumpin' of the logs
And the moon swept down black water like an empty spotlight
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