The stolen glances, broken threads The visions looming in our heads The years spent running parallel To everything that might've been. Oh, if he really does exist Why did he desert me In my hour of need I truly am indeed Alone again, naturally. Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son It's time to stop rambling 'cause there's work to be done So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun And they sent me away to the war. And through it all she offers me protection A lot of love and affection Whether I'm right or wrong. Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter song But i miss you most of all my darling When autumn leaves start to fall. And I wish I, wish I knew the right words To make you feel better, walk out of this place Defeat them in your secret battle Show them you can be your own man again. When you're weary, feeling small When tears are in your eyes I will dry them all I'm on your side. I've been crying over you Crying over you and you said so long Left me standing all alone Alone and crying, crying, crying, crying. Rest your head you worry too much it's going to be alright when times get rough you can fall back on us don't give up please don't give up.
The avenues in winter
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This place a palace of light drawn with shade Of silence and pretence a token of our trade And here you and I lie wreathed in flames All over a life lived by making up new games Of gazes and whispers. I want you to know I still love you Even though we've been dancing on broken glass, Parade all your memories, for the moments we shared Never fade away. I want you to know I still love you When I walk down the memory lane Where the night swears its love to the stars There will be no more tears today, hey hey. We shared a penchant for cyanide praise Fashioned our armours of empathy's malaise And all of that hurt, and all of those words that we said You'd think we poisoned the ground on which we tread But the lining is silver. The best of intentions will not see the road paved The end of illusions, who could ever be saved What's left behind in the storms that we braved The troubles we find and the chances we waived.
Is this the case? Did Joni Mitchell go buy a mandolin there sometime in the '70s? What did she buy? Am I crazy for even wondering about this stuff? A: Stan Jay, president of Mandolin Brothers, would like to assure you that you are not crazy, and that he has been asked this question many times over the years. Joni Mitchell did indeed make a trip to his store on Staten Island in , where she bought a Gibson K-4 mandocello, built around On the same trip, she also bought a circa Martin herringbone guitar.