The Boho Dance - Joni Mitchell

    Down in the cellar in the Boho zone
    I went looking for some sweet inspiration, oh well
    Just another hard-time band
    With Negro affectations
    I was a hopeful in rooms like this
    When I was working cheap
    It's an old romance-the Boho dance
    It hasn't gone to sleep

    But even on the scuffle
    The cleaner's press was in my jeans
    And any eye for detail
    Caught a little lace along the seams

    And you were in the parking lot
    Subterranean by your own design
    The virtue of your style inscribed
    On your contempt for mine
    Jesus was a beggar, he was rich in grace
    And Solomon kept his head in all his glory
    It's just that some steps outside the Boho dance
    Have a fascination for me

    A camera pans the cocktail hour
    Behind a blind of potted palms
    And finds a lady in a Paris dress
    With runs in her nylons

    You read those books where luxury
    Comes as a guest to take a slave
    Books where artists in noble poverty
    Go like virgins to the grave
    Don't you get sensitive on me
    'Cause I know you're just too proud
    You couldn't step outside the Boho dance now
    Even if good fortune allowed

    Like a priest with a pornographic watch
    Looking and longing on the sly
    Sure it's stricken from your uniform
    But you can't get it out of your eyes

    Nothing is capsulized in me
    On either side of town
    The streets were never really mine
    Not mine these glamour gowns

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