DON'T INTERRUPT THE SORROW
Joni Mitchell


Don't interrupt the
sorrow
Darn right
In flames our prophet
witches
Be polite
A room full of glasses
He says "You're notches
liberation doll"
And he chains me with
that serpent
To that Ethiopian wall

Anima rising
Queen of Queens
Wash my guilt of Eden
Wash and balance me
Anima rising
Uprising in me tonight
She's a vengeful little
goddess
With an ancient crown
to fight

Truth goes up in vapors

The steeples lean
Winds of change
patriarchs
Snug in your bible belt
dreams
God goes up the chimney

Like childhood Santa
Claus
The good slaves love
the good book
A rebel loves a cause

I'm leaving on the 1:15

You're darn right
Since I was seventeen
I've had no one over me

He says "Anima rising
So what
Petrified wood process
Tall timber down to
rock"

Don't interrupt the
sorrow
Darn right
He says "We walked on
the moon
You be polite"
Don't let up the sorrow

Death and birth and
death and birth
He says "Bring that
bottle kindly
And I'll pad your purse

I've got a head full of
quandary
And a mighty mighty
thirst"

Seventeen glasses
Rhine wine
Milk of the Madonna
Clandestine
He don't let up the
sorrow
He lies and he cheats
It takes a heart like
Mary's these days
When your man gets weak



(Contributed by Andy & Mogg - May 2002)