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Judgement Of The Moon And The St - Joni Mitchell (琼尼·米契儿)
Written by：Vince Mendoza
No tongue in the bell
And the fish wives yell
But they might as well be mute
So you get to keep the pictures
That don't seem like much
Cold white keys under your fingers
Now you're thinking
That's no substitute
It just don't do it
Like the feel of a warm warm body
Loving your touch
In the court they carve your legend
They stick an apple in it's jaw
And the women that you wanted oh
They get their laughs
Long silk stockings
On the bed posts of refinement
You're too raw
They think you're too raw
It's the judgment of
The moon and stars
Your solitary path
Draw yourself a bath
Think what you'd like to have
For supper
Or take a walk
A park
A bridge
A tree
A river
Revoked but not yet canceled
The gift goes on
In silence
In a bell jar
Still a song
You've got to shake your fists
At lightning now
You've got to roar
Like forest fire
You've got to spread
Your light like blazes
All across the sky
They're going an aim
The hoses on you
You show 'em you won't expire
Not you won't expire
Not till you burn up every passion
Not even when you die
Come on now
You've got to try
If you're feeling contempt
Well then you tell it
If you're tired of the silent night
Jesus then you yell it
Condemned to wires and hammers
Strike every chord that you feel
That broken trees
And elephant ivories
Conceal
