Joni Mitchell Lyrics
Joni Mitchell Lyrics
"THE DRY CLEANER FROM DES MOINES Lyrics"
Modulator Lyrics
Modulate the time, put a ripple through history Temporal vibrations, live it again The seed born of ancient philosophy Found again from a tomb made of stone Go
Modulate the time, put a ripple through history Temporal vibrations, live it again The seed born of ancient philosophy Found again from a tomb made of stone Go
words by Joni Mitchell
music by Charles Mingus
I'm down to a roll of dimes
I'm stalking the slot that's hot
I keep hearing bells all around me
Jingling in the lucky jackpots
They keep you tantalized
They keep you reaching for your wallet
Here in fools' paradise!
I talked to a cat from Des Moines
He said he ran a c
Set you free this time Lyrics
The first thing that I heard you say when you were standing th
leaning plantThe first thing that I heard you say when you were standing th
That cat was clanking with coin
Well, he must have had a genie in a lamp
'Cause every time--I dropped a dime--I blew it
He kept ringing bells
Nothing to it!
He got three oranges
Three lemons
Three cherries
Three plums
I'm losing my taste for fruit
Watching the dry cleaner do it
Like Midas in a polyeste
Bittersweet (Bitter Mix) Lyrics
Lock of time hidden in my breath Of things real and things I’ve dreamt Holding hearts in balance it is like Maybe we were once intertwined Raising souls up to
suitLock of time hidden in my breath Of things real and things I’ve dreamt Holding hearts in balance it is like Maybe we were once intertwined Raising souls up to
It's all luck!
It's just luck!
You get a little lucky and you make a little money!
I followed him down the strip
He picked out a booth at Circus Circus
Where the cowgirls fill the room
With their big balloons
The Cleaner was pitching with purpose!
He had Dinos and Pooh Bears
And lions--pink and blue there
He could
The Truth Lyrics
I've been putting on and putting off too many people And I'm getting old to live like an injured man, ailments and unfilled prescriptions, like the nose on my face't lose there!
Des Moines was stacking the chips
Raking off the tables
Ringing the bandit's bells
This is a story that's a drag to tell
(In some ways)
Since I lost every dime
I laid on the line
But the cleaner from Des Moines
Could put a coin
In the door of a John
And get twenty for one
It's just luck!
I've been putting on and putting off too many people And I'm getting old to live like an injured man, ailments and unfilled prescriptions, like the nose on my face
Des Moines was stacking the chips
Raking off the tables
Ringing the bandit's bells
This is a story that's a drag to tell
(In some ways)
Since I lost every dime
I laid on the line
But the cleaner from Des Moines
Could put a coin
In the door of a John
And get twenty for one
It's just luck!