מילים לשיר Don't Interrupt The Sorrow – Joni Mitchell

Don't interrupt the sorrow
In flames our prophet witches
A room full of glasses
Darn right
Be polite
He says "Your notches liberation doll"
To that Ethiopian wall
And he chains me with that serpent Anima rising
Queen of Queens
Wash my guilt of Eden
Anima rising
Wash and balance me
Uprising in me tonight With an ancient crown to fight
She's a vengeful little goddess
Truth goes up in vapors
The steeples lean
Winds of change patriarchs
Snug in your bible belt dreams
Like childhood Santa Claus
God goes up the chimney
The good slaves love the good book
A rebel loves a cause I'm leaving on the 1&You're darn right
Since I was seventeen
He says "Anima risingI've had no one over me
So whatPetrified wood process
Tall timber down to rock!"
Darn right Don't interrupt the sorrow
He says "We walked on the moon
You be polite."
Don't let up the sorrow
He says "Bring that bottle kindly
Death and birth and death and birth
I've got a head full of quandary
And I'll pad your purseAnd a mighty, mighty, thirst."
Rhine wine Seventeen glasses
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.