Tytuł: Talk to me
- Wykonawca: Joni Mitchell
- Wy¶wietleń: 232
There was a moon and a street lamp
I didn't know i drank such a lot
'Till I pissed a tequila-anaconda
The full length of the parking lot!
Oh, I talk too loose
Again I talk too open talking
Like you do for your silent mystery
Come and talk to me
Please talk to me
Talk to me, talk to me
Mr. Mystery
We could talk about Martha...
We could talk about landscapes...
I'm not above gossip
But I'll sit on a street where honor is a stake!
Or we could talk about power...
About Jesus and Hitler and Howard Hughes...
Or Charlie Chaplin's movies...
Or Bergman's nordic blues...
Please just come and talk to me
Any old theme you choose
Just come and talk to me
Mr. Mystery talk to me
You could talk like a fool - I'd listen
You could talk like a sage
Anyway the best of my mind
All goes down on the strings and the page
My mind picks up pictures
It still gets my feet up to dance
Even though its covered with keyloids
From the "slings and arrows of outrageous romance"
I stole that!
From Willy the Shake!
You know - "Neigher a borrower nor a lender be"
Romeo, Romeo talk to me!
Is your silence that golden?
Are you comfortable in it?
Is it the key to your freedom
Or is it the bars on your prison?
Are you gagged by your ribbons?
Are you really exclusive or just miserly?
You spend every sentence as if it was marked currency!
Come and spend some on me -
Shut me up and talk to me!
I'm always talking!
Chicken squawking!
Please talk to me.
