Talk To Me - Joni Mitchell

    There was a moon and a street lamp
    I didn't know I drank such a lot
    'Till I pissed a tequila-anaconda
    The full length of the parking lot!
    Oh, I talk too loose
    Again I talk too open and free
    I pay a high price for my open talking
    Like you do for your silent mystery

    Come and talk to me
    Please talk to me
    Talk to me, talk to me
    Mr. Mystery

    We could talk about Martha
    We could talk about landscapes
    I'm not above gossip
    But I'll sit on a secret where honor is at stake!
    Or we could talk about power
    About Jesus and Hitler and Howard Hughes
    Or Charlie Chaplin's movies
    Or Bergman's nordic blues
    Please just talk to me
    Any old theme you choose
    Just come and talk to me
    Mr. Mystery, talk to me

    You could talk like a fool-I'd listen
    You could talk like a sage
    Anyway the best of my mind
    All goes down on the strings and the page
    That mind picks up all these pictures
    It still gets my feet up to dance
    Even though it's covered with keyloids
    From the "slings and arrows of outrageous romance"
    I stole that from Willy the Shake!
    You know--"Neither a borrower nor a lender be"
    Romeo, Romeo talk to me!

    Is your silence that golden?
    Are you comfortable in it?
    Is it the key to your freedom
    Or is it the bars on your prison?
    Are you gagged by your ribbons?
    Are you really exclusive or just miserly?
    You spend every sentence as if it was marked currency!
    Come and spend some on me--
    Shut me up and talk to me!
    I'm always talking!
    Chicken squawking!
    Please talk to me

    Marco Giunco
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