Songs don't hardly get any more perfect than this, do they?
I had a "Richard moment" recently and wanted to share it. Decided it was too private... so I am sharing the song instead.
~*~
The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in 68
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate
Someday cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe
You laugh, he said you think you're immune
Go look at your eyes, they're full of moon
You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you
All those pretty lies, pretty lies
When you gonna realise, they're only pretty lies
Only pretty lies
Just pretty lies
He put a quarter in the Wurlitzer, and he pushed
Three buttons and the thing began to whirr
And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie
And she said drink up now it's gettin on time to close
Richard, you haven't really changed, I said
Its just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head
You got tombs in your eyes,
but the songs you punched are dreaming
Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet
When you gonna get yourself back on your feet?
Oh and love can be so sweet
Love so sweet
Richard got married to a figure skater
And he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator
And he drinks at home now most nights with the TV on
And all the house lights left up bright
I'm gonna blow this damn candle out
I don't want nobody comin over to my table
I got nothing to talk to anybody about
All good dreamers pass this way some day
Hiding behind bottles in dark cafes
Dark cafes
Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings
And fly away
Only a phase
these dark cafe days
~*~
Joni Mitchell - The Last Time I Saw Richard
[via FoxyTunes / Joni Mitchell]
