Chordproc: Joni Mitchell : Hejira

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No regrets Coyote, we just come from such different sets of circumstance

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I'm up all night in the studio while you're up early on your ranch

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You'll be brushing out a brood mare's tail while the sun is ascending

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And I'll just be getting home with my reel to reel, there's no comprehending

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Just how close to the bone and the skin and the eyes and the lips

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You can get and still feel so alone, and still feel related

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Like stations in some relay, you're not a

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Hit and run driver no, no, racing away

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You just picked up a hitcher

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A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway

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We saw a farmhouse burning down In the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night And we rolled right past that tragedy Till we rolled into some roadhouse lights Where a local band was playin' Locals were kickin' and shakin' on the floor The next thing I know that Coyote's at my door He pins me in the corner and he won't take no He drags me out on the dance floor And we're dancin' close and slow Now they say he's got a woman at home He's got another woman down the hall And he seems to want me anyway Why'd you have to get so drunk and lead me on that way? You just picked up a hitcher A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway I looked the Coyote right in the face On the road to Baljennie near my old home town He went runnin' through the whisker wheat Chasin' some prize down And a hawk was playin with him Coyote was jumpin' straight up and makin' passes He had those same eyes just like yours Under your dark glasses Privately probing the public rooms Peeking through keyholes in numbered doors Where the players lick their wounds And take their temporary lovers And their pills and powders To get them through this passion play No regrets Coyote, I just get off up aways You just picked up a hitcher A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway Coyote's in the coffee shop He's staring a hole in his scrambled eggs He picks up my scent on his fingers While he's watching the waitress's legs He's too far from the Bay of Fundy From Appaloosas and eagles and tides And the air-conditioned cubicles And the carbon ribbon rides Are spelling it out so clear Either he's gonna have to stand and fight Or take off out of here I tried to run away myself To run away and wrestle with my ego And with this flame, you put here in this Eskimo In this hitcher In this prisoner Of the fine white lines Of the white lines on the free, freeway

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I was driving across the burning desert

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When I spotted six jet planes

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Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain

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It was the hexagram of the heavens

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It was the strings of my guitar

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Oh, Amelia, it was just a false alarm The drone of flying engines Is a song so wild and blue It scrambles time and seasons if it gets through to you Then your life becomes a travelogue Of picture post card charms Amelia, it was just a false alarm People will tell you where they've gone They'll tell you where to go But till you get there yourself you never really know Where some have found their paradise Other's just come to harm Oh, Amelia, it was just a false alarm I wish that he was here tonight It's so hard to obey His sad request of me to kindly stay away So this is how I hide the hurt As the road leads cursed and charmed I tell Amelia it was just a false alarm A ghost of aviation She was swallowed by the sky Or by the sea like me she had a dream to fly Like Icarus ascending On beautiful foolish arms Amelia, it was just a false alarm Maybe I've never really loved I guess that is the truth I've spent my whole life in clouds at icy altitude And looking down on everything I crashed into his arms Amelia, it was just a false alarm I pulled into the Cactus Tree Motel To shower off the dust And I slept on the strange pillows of my wanderlust I dreamed of 747s Over geometric farms Dreams, Amelia, dreams and false alarms

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Intro

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Intro

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Verse

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I'm travelling on some vehicle

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Sitting in some cafe

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A defector from the petty wars

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That shell shock love away

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There's comfort in melancholy

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When there's no need to explain

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It's just as natural as the weather

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in this moody sky today

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In our possessive coupling

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So much could not be expressed

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So now I am returning to myself

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These things that you and I supressed

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I see something of myself in everyone

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Just at this moment of the world

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As snow gathers like bolts of lace

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Waltzing on a ballroom girl

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A strange boy is weaving A course of grace and havoc On a yellow skateboard Thru midday sidewalk traffic Just when I think he's foolish and childish And I want him to be manly I catch my fool and my child Needing love and understanding What a strange strange boy He still lives with his family Even the war and the navy couldn't bring him to maturity He keeps referring back to school days And clinging to his child Fidgeting and bullied His crazy wisdom holding onto something wild He asked me to be patient Well I failed "Grow up!" I cried And as the smoke was clearing he said "Give me one good reason why" What a strange strange boy He sees the cars as sets of waves Sequences of mass and space He sees the damage in my face We got high on travel And we got drunk on alcohol And on love the strongest poison and medicine of all See how that feeling comes and goes Like the pull of moon on tides Now I am surf rising Now parched ribs of sand at his side What a strange strange boy I gave him clothes and jewelry I gave him my warm body I gave him power over me A thousand glass eyes were staring In a cellar full of antique dolls I found an old piano And sweet chords rose up in waxed New England halls While the boarders were snoring Under crisp white sheets of curfew We were newly lovers then We were fire in the stiff blue-haired house rules

Old Beale Street is coming down Sweeties' Snack Bar boarded up now And Egles the Tailor and the Shine Boy's gone Faded out with ragtime blues Handy's cast in bronze And he's standing in a little park With a trumpet in his hand Like he's listening back to the good old bands And the click of high heeled shoes Old Furry sings the blues Propped up in his bed With his dentures and his leg removed And Ginny's there For her kindness and Furry's beer She's the old man's angel overseer Pawn shops glitter like gold tooth caps In the grey decay They chew the last few dollars off Old Beale Street's carcass Carrion and mercy Blue and silver sparkling drums Cheap guitars eye shades and guns Aimed at the hot blood of being no one Down and out in Memphis Tennessee Old Furry sings the blues You bring him smoke and drink and he'll play for you lt's mostly muttering now and sideshow spiel But there was one song he played I could really feel There's a double bill murder at the New Daisy The old girl's silent across the street She's silent waiting for the wrecker's beat Silent staring at her stolen name Diamond boys and satin dolls Bourbon laughter ghosts history falls To parking lots and shopping malls As they tear down old Beale Street Old Furry sings the blues He points a bony finger at you and says "I don't like you" Everybody laughs as if it's the old man's standard joke But it's true We're only welcome for our drink and smoke WC Handy, I'm rich and I'm fey And I'm not familiar with what you played But I get such strong impressions of your hey day Looking up and down old Beale Street Ghosts of the darktown society Come right out of the bricks at me Like it's a Saturday night They're in their finery Dancing it up and making deals Furry sings the blues Why should I expect that old guy to give it to me true Fallen to hard luck And time and other thieves While our limo is shining on his shanty street Old Furry sings the blues

Joni Mitchell : Hejira

Coyote

Amelia

Hejira

A Strange Boy (Hejira)

Old Furry Sings The Blues