Joni Mitchell - Judgement Of The Moon And Stars Lyrics
No tongue in the bellAnd the fishwives yellBut they might as well be muteSo you get to keep the picturesThat don't seem like muchCold white keys under your fingersNow you're thinking"that's no substituteIt just don't do itLike the song of a warm, warm bodyLoving your touch"In the court they carve your legendWith an apple in its jawAnd the women that you wantedThey get their laughsLong silk stockingsOn the bedposts of refinementYou're too rawThey think you're too rawIt's the judgement of the moon and starsYour solitary pathDraw yourself a bathThink what you'd like to haveFor supperOr take a walkA parkA bridgeA treeA riverRevoked but not yet cancelledThe gift goes onIn silenceIn a bell jarStill a song ...You've got to shake your fists at lightning nowYou've got to roar like forest fireYou've got to spread your light like blazesAll across the skyThey're going to aim the hoses on youShow 'em you won't expireNot till you burn up every passionNot even when you dieCome on nowYou've got to tryIf you're feeling contemptWell then you tell itIf you're tired of the silent nightJesus, well then you yell itCondemned to wires and hammersStrike every chord that you feelThat broken treesAnd elephant ivoriesConceal
