The Hissing Of Summer Lawns - John Guerin, Joni Mitchell

    He bought her a diamond for her throat
    He put her in a ranch house on a hill
    She could see the valley barbecues
    From her window sill
    See the blue pools in the squinting sun
    Hear the hissing of summer lawns

    He put up a barbed wire fence
    To keep out the unknown
    And on every metal thorn
    Just a little blood of his own
    She patrols that fence of his
    To a latin drum
    And the hissing of summer lawns
    Wonder makes it easy
    With a joyful mask
    Tube's gone, darkness, darkness, darkness
    No color no contrast

    A diamond dog
    Carrying a cup and a cane
    Looking through a double glass
    Looking at too much pride and too much shame
    There's a black fly buzzing
    There's a heat wave burning in her master's voice
    Hissing summer lawns

    He gave her his darkness to regret
    And good reason to quit him
    He gave her a roomful of Chippendale
    That nobody sits in
    Still she stays with a love of some kind
    It's the lady's choice
    The hissing of summer lawns

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