Don'T Interrupt The Sorrow - Joni Mitchell

    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
    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
    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

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