Текст песни Joni Mitchell - Turbulent Indigo
Joni Mitchell - Turbulent Indigo слова песни
You wanna make van goghsRaise em up like sheepMake em out of eskimosAnd women if you pleaseMake em nice and normalMake em nice and neatYou see him with his shotgun there? Bloodied in the wheat? Oh what do you know aboutLiving in turbulent indigo? Brash fields, crude crowsIn a scary sky ...In a golden frameRoped offTourists guided by ...Tourists talking about the madhouseTalking about the earThe madman hangs in fancy homesThey wouldnt let him near!Hed piss in their fireplace!Hed drag them through turbulent indigo"im a burning hearth," he said"people see the smokeBut no one comes to warm themselvesSloughing off a coatAnd all my little landscapesAll my yellow afternoonsStack up around this vacancyLike dirty cups and spoonsNo mercy sweet jesus!No mercy from turbulent indigo."