Thursday 18 October 2012

Song Of The Day!

The Roots sampled her, Charles Mingus loved her and Herbie Hancock wrote a whole tribute album, The Joni Letters. That's right, boys and girls, it's JONI MITCHELL! Yayayay, everyone loves her. Or they better do, anyway. My deep love for this song has been reawakened in the past few days; I was walking back from uni one day on my own and I was actually singing along to it quite loudly. Sometimes I wonder why I have friends, I have no shame.
I'll also post good ol' Herbie's version of River because it's beautiful and Corinne Bailey-Rae sings it amazingly (no surprise there.) And this Abbey Road version has Wayne Shorter on sax as well - Ahhhhh, talent overload.



Sitting in a park in Paris, France,
Reading the news and it sure looks bad.
They won't give peace a chance,
That was just a dream some of us had.
Still a lot of land to see
But I wouldn't stay here,
It's too old and cold and settled in its ways here.

Oh, but California,
California, I'm coming home.
I'm going to see the folks I dig,
I'll even kiss a sunset pig,
California, I'm coming home.

I met a redneck on a Grecian isle
Who did the goat dance very well,
He gave me back my smile
But he kept my camera to sell.
Oh the rogue, the red red rogue,
He cooked good omelettes and stews
And I might have stayed on with him there

But my heart cried out for you, California,
Oh California, I'm coming home.
Oh make me feel good rock'n roll band,
I'm your biggest fan.
California, I'm coming home.

Oh, it gets so lonely
When you're walking
And the streets are full of strangers.
All the news of home you read
Just gives you the blues,
Just gives you the blues.

So I bought me a ticket,
I got on a plane to Spain,
Went to a party down a red dirt road.
There were lots of pretty people there
Reading Rolling Stone, reading Vogue.
They said, "How long can you hang around?"
I said a week, maybe two,
Just until my skin turns brown

Then I'm going home to California,
California, I'm coming home.
Oh ,will you take me as I am,
Strung out on another man?
California, I'm coming home.

Oh, it gets so lonely
When you're walking
And the streets are full of strangers.
All the news of home you read,
More about the war
And the bloody changes.
Oh, will you take me as I am?
Will you take me as I am?
Will you?
Will you take me as I am?
Hmmm mmmmm,
Take me as I am.

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