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from hejira-
You know it never has been easy
Whether you do or you do not resign
Whether you travel the breadth of extremities
Or stick to some straighter line
Now here's a man and a woman sitting on a rock
They're either going to thaw out or freeze
Listen...
Strains of benny goodman
Coming thru' the snow and the pinewood trees
I'm porous with travel fever
But you know i'm so glad to be on my own
Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger
Can set up trembling in my bones
I know - no one's going to show me everything
We all come and go unknown
Each so deep and superficial
Between the forceps and the stone
Well i looked at the granite markers
Those tribute to finality - to eternity
And then i looked at myself here
Chicken scratching for my immortality
In the church they light the candles
And the wax rolls down like tears
There's the hope and the hopelessness
I've witnessed thirty years
We're only particles of change i know, i know
Orbiting around the sun
But how can i have that point of view
When i'm always bound and tied to someone
White flags of winter chimneys
Waving truce against the moon
In the mirrors of a modern bank
>from the window of a hotel room
I'm traveling in some vehicle
I'm sitting in some cafe
A defector from the petty wars
Until love sucks me back that way
the test of a good album is when you don't listen to it for years
and then some random lyric hits you hard
and you remember listening to it before in different contexts
and then it all hits you all of it.
and you have to sit down. and not move. and just listen.
once my dad was waiting for me in the car-
and he was listening to joni mitchells "hits"
and when i got in he groaned-
he said something about how he was glad i came back quickly-
because joni mitchell on the car radio was making him think about suicide.
he was joking. but it was really funny at the time.
You know it never has been easy
Whether you do or you do not resign
Whether you travel the breadth of extremities
Or stick to some straighter line
Now here's a man and a woman sitting on a rock
They're either going to thaw out or freeze
Listen...
Strains of benny goodman
Coming thru' the snow and the pinewood trees
I'm porous with travel fever
But you know i'm so glad to be on my own
Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger
Can set up trembling in my bones
I know - no one's going to show me everything
We all come and go unknown
Each so deep and superficial
Between the forceps and the stone
Well i looked at the granite markers
Those tribute to finality - to eternity
And then i looked at myself here
Chicken scratching for my immortality
In the church they light the candles
And the wax rolls down like tears
There's the hope and the hopelessness
I've witnessed thirty years
We're only particles of change i know, i know
Orbiting around the sun
But how can i have that point of view
When i'm always bound and tied to someone
White flags of winter chimneys
Waving truce against the moon
In the mirrors of a modern bank
>from the window of a hotel room
I'm traveling in some vehicle
I'm sitting in some cafe
A defector from the petty wars
Until love sucks me back that way
the test of a good album is when you don't listen to it for years
and then some random lyric hits you hard
and you remember listening to it before in different contexts
and then it all hits you all of it.
and you have to sit down. and not move. and just listen.
once my dad was waiting for me in the car-
and he was listening to joni mitchells "hits"
and when i got in he groaned-
he said something about how he was glad i came back quickly-
because joni mitchell on the car radio was making him think about suicide.
he was joking. but it was really funny at the time.