מילים לשיר Number One – Joni Mitchell

Got to be a winnerGet to hold your head up high up!
Number one! Got to be a winnerGet to hold your head up high up!
Number one! Number one
Number one
When your working day is doneHoney tell meReaching to be number one?
Were you reaching for the high rung
You get a car
You want a boat
You want an eenieOh there must be more to living
Than a mortgage and a lawn to mow Sweaty work
And lucky breaks
And blood and tears is all it takes
People cheer
To be a winner!
And people gasp
People want your autograph
When you're a winner! Run, run, run, run
Let's see you run
We'll be betting by the starting gun!
Shall we shower you with flowers
Or shall we shun ya
When your race is run?
Will we shower you with flowers
Or will we shun ya
When your race is run?
Will they shower you with flowers
Or will they shun ya When your race is run?
Got to be a winnerGet to hold your head up high up!
Number one!
LAKOTA words by Joni Mitchell music by Larry Klein and Joni Mitchell
I am Lakota!
Lakota!
Looking at money manDiggin' the deadly quotasOut of balanceOut of hand
We want the land!
Don't you hear the shrieking in the trees?
Lay down the reeking ore!
Everywhere you touch the earthEvery time you skin her all things weep
Your money mocks usRestitutionKennelled in metered boxes
Red dogs in debt to you I am Lakota!
Fighting among ourselves
Lakota!
All we can say with one whole heart
Is we won't sellNo we'll never sell
We want the land!
The lonely coyote calls
In the woodlandsIn the barroomsIn the courtroomsWe have seen the trampled rainbows
You think we're sleepingQuietly like rattlesnakes and stars
In the smoke of cars
I am Lakota Brave
Sun pity me
I am Lakota
Broken
Moon pity me
I am Lakota
Grave
Lakota
Shadows stretching
Oh pity me
I am Lakota
Weak
Grass pity me
I am Lakota
Faithful
Rocks pity me
I am Lakota
Meek
Standing water
Lakota
Oh pity me I am Lakota!
Lakota!
Standing on sacred land
We never sold these Black Hills
To the missileTo the power plants
We want the land!
The bullet and the fenceThe black coats and the boozeCourts that circumventNothing left to lose
You spoke the fur and feather tonguesTell me grandfather
Do you hear the whimpering waters
When the tractors come? Repeat
Sun pity me
Mother earth
Moon pity me
Mother
Father
Father sky
Shadows
Stretching on the forest floor
Mother earth
Oh pity me
Father sky
Father
Grass pity me
Mother
Mother earth
Father sky
Rocks pity me
Father
Standing in a wakan manner
Water
Mother earth
Oh pity me.