e, sem motivo aparente, vem do fundo perdido da memória aquele verso

you just picked up a hitcher, a prisoner of the white lines on the freeway

soube há algumas semanas que tinhas sido encontrada inconsciente em casa e levada para um hospital.
hoje surge a notícia de que estás em coma, sem resposta a qualquer estímulo. estou contigo, roberta joan.

 

They paved paradise

And put up a parking lot

With a pink hotel, a boutique

And a swinging hot spot

Don't it always seem to go

That you don't know what you've got

‘Til it's gone

They paved paradise

And put up a parking lot

They took all the trees

And put them in a tree museum

Then they charged the people

A dollar and a half just to see 'em

Don't it always seem to go,

That you don't know what you've got

‘Til it's gone

They paved paradise

And put up a parking lot

Hey farmer, farmer

Put away that DDT now

Give me spots on my apples

But leave me the birds and the bees

Please!

Don't it always seem to go

That you don't know what you've got

‘Til its gone

They paved paradise

And put up a parking lot

Late last night

I heard the screen door slam

And a big yellow taxi

Come and took away my old man

Don't it always seem to go

That you don't know what you've got

‘Til it's gone

They paved paradise

And put up a parking lot

I said

Don't it always seem to go

That you don't know what you've got

‘Til it's gone

They paved paradise

And put up a parking lot

joni de parabéns. entra vinda do frio.



Back in 1957 We had to dance a foot apart And they hawk-eyed us from the sidelines Holding their rulers without a heart And so with just a touch of our fingers I could make our circuitry explode All we ever wanted Was just to come in from the coldCome in Come in from the cold (we were so young) Oh come in Come in from the cold
We really thought we had a purpose We were so anxious to achieve We had hope The world held promise For a slave to liberty Freely I slaved away for something better And I was bought and sold And all I ever wanted Was just to come in from the cold
Come in Come in from the cold (we were so sure) Oh come in Come in from the cold
I feel your leg under the table Leaning into mine I feel renewed I feel disabled By these bonfires in my spine I don't know who the arsonist was Which incendiary soul But all I ever wanted Was just to come in from the cold
Come in Come in from the cold (you were so warm) Oh come in Come in from the cold
I am not some stone commission Like a statue in a park I am flesh and blood and vision I am howling in the dark Long blue shadows of the jackals Are falling on a pay phone by the road Oh all they ever wanted Was just to come in from the cold
Come in Come in from the cold (I was so low) Oh come in Come in from the cold
Is this just vulgar electricity Is this the edifying fire (it was so pure) Does your smile's covert complicity Debase as it admires (just a flu with a temperature) Are you just checking out your mojo (oohoo) Or am I just fighting off growing old (just a high fever) All I ever wanted Was just to come in from the cold
Come in Come in from the cold (it was so pure) Oh come in Come in from the cold
I know we never will be perfect Never entirely clear (when the moon shines) We get hurt and we just panic And we strike out Out of fear (you were only being kind) I fear the sentence of this solitude 200 years on hold (for my loving crime) Oh and all we ever wanted Was just to come in from the cold
Come in Come in from the cold (when the moon shines) Oh come in Come in from the cold
When I thought life had some meaning Then I thought I had some choice (I was running blind) And I made some value judgments In a self-important voice (I was outa line) But then absurdity came over me And I longed to lose control (into no mind) Oh all I ever wanted Was just to come in from the cold
Come in Come in from the cold (you were so kind) Please come in (so kind) Come in from the cold Come in come in Come in from the cold, etc.

roberta joan anderson 

a.k.a. joni mitchell 

festeja hoje setenta risonhos outonos 

[estás na mesma, miúda...]

d e s c u b r a
a s
s e t e
d i f e r e n ç a s :







entre os rios...








a) da menina joni






b) das meninas madeleine e kathryn



Its coming on christmas 
They're cutting down trees 
They're putting up reindeer 
And singing songs of joy and peace 
Oh I wish I had a river 
I could skate away on 
But it dont snow here 
It stays pretty green 
I'm going to make a lot of money 
Then I'm going to quit this crazy scene 
I wish I had a river 
I could skate away on 
I wish I had a river so long 
I would teach my feet to fly 
Oh I wish I had a river 
I could skate away on 
I made my baby cry 

He tried hard to help me 
You know, he put me at ease 
And he loved me so naughty 
Made me weak in the knees 
Oh I wish I had a river 
I could skate away on 
I'm so hard to handle 
I'm selfish and I'm sad 
Now I've gone and lost the best baby 
That I ever had 
Oh I wish I had a river 
I could skate away on 
I wish I had a river so long 
I would teach my feet to fly 
Oh I wish I had a river 
I could skate away on
I made my baby say goodbye 

Its coming on christmas 
They're cutting down trees 
They're putting up reindeer 
And singing songs of joy and peace 
I wish I had a river 
I could skate away on

charles mingus está a morrer. e sabe. para o seu último projecto musical rodeia-se de grandes músicos (jaco pastorius, um dos maiores baixistas de sempre, herbie hancock, wayne shorter numa folga dos weather report) e, de modo totalmente inesperado, convida joni mitchell para escrever letras para os temas e os cantar. o resultado veio a ser o álbum "mingus", provavelmente um daqueles raros momentos em que o jazz se superou no contacto com outras atmosferas. esta canção é um clássico instantâneo, por causa do fraseado do baixo de jaco, do arranjo de sopros que ele próprio escreveu, da voz, do ritmo e da letra.




 
I'm down to a roll of dimes
I'm stalking the slot that's hot
I keep hearing bells all around me
Jingling in the lucky jackpots
They keep you tantalized
They keep you reaching for your wallet
Here in fools' paradise

I talked to a cat from Des Moines
He said he ran a cleaning plant
That cat was clanking with coin
Well he must have had a genie in a lamp
'cause every time I dropped a dime I blew it
He kept ringing bells
Nothing to it!

He got three oranges
Three lemons
Three cherries
Three plums
I'm losing my taste for fruit
Watching the dry cleaner do it
Like Midas in a polyester suit
It's all luck!
It's just luck!
You get a little lucky and you make a little money!

I followed him down the strip
He picked out a booth at Circus Circus
where the cowgirls fill the room
With their big balloons
The cleaner was pitching with purpose!
He had Dinos and Pooh Bears
And lions pink and blue there
He couldn't lose there!

Des Moines was stacking the chips
Raking off the tables
Ringing the bandit's bells
This is a story that's a drag to tell
(In some ways)
Since I lost every dime
I laid on the line
But the cleaner from Des Moines
Could put a coin
In the door of a John
And get twenty for one
It's just luck!