Judgement Of The Moon And Stars (Ludwig'S Time) - Joni Mitchell

    No tongue in the bell
    And the fishwives yell
    But they might as well be mute
    So you get to keep the pictures
    That don't seem like much
    Cold white keys under your fingers
    Now you're thinking
    "That's no substitute
    It just don't do it
    Like the song of a warm, warm body
    Loving your touch"

    In the court they carve your legend
    With an apple in its jaw
    And the women that you wanted
    They get their laughs
    Long silk stockings
    On the bedposts of refinement
    You're too raw
    They think you're too raw
    It's the judgement of the moon and stars
    Your solitary path
    Draw yourself a bath
    Think what you'd like to have
    For supper
    Or take a walk
    A park
    A bridge
    A tree
    A river
    Revoked but not yet cancelled
    The gift goes on
    In silence
    In a bell jar
    Still a song ...
    You've got to shake your fists at lightning now
    You've got to roar like forest fire
    You've got to spread your light like blazes
    All across the sky
    They're going to aim the hoses on you
    Show 'em you won't expire
    Not till you burn up every passion
    Not even when you die
    Come on now
    You've got to try
    If you're feeling contempt
    Well then you tell it
    If you're tired of the silent night
    Jesus, well then you yell it
    Condemned to wires and hammers
    Strike every chord that you feel
    That broken trees
    And elephant ivories

    Marco Giunco
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