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Turbulent Indigo

by Joni Mitchell   Printer-friendly version of this lyric

You wanna make Van Goghs
Raise 'em up like sheep
Make 'em out of Eskimos
And women if you please
Make 'em nice and normal
Make 'em nice and neat
You see him with his shotgun there?
Bloodied in the wheat?
Oh what do you know about
Living in Turbulent Indigo?

Brash fields crude crows
In a scary sky
In a golden frame
Roped off
Tourists guided by
Tourists talking about the madhouse
Talking about the ear
The madman hangs in fancy homes
They wouldn't let him near!
He'd piss in their fireplace!
He'd drag them through Turbulent Indigo

"I'm a burning hearth" he said
"People see the smoke
But no one wants to warm themselves
Sloughing off a coat
And all my little landscapes
All my yellow afternoons
Stack up around this vacancy
Like dirty cups and spoons
No mercy Sweet Jesus!
No mercy from Turbulent Indigo"

© 1994; Crazy Crow Music

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Turbulent Indigo has been recorded by 3 others

Jakubowicz, Martyna (from "Burzliwy błękit Joanny" - 2013)
Tobias, Nuriel (from "Last Chance Lost - Nuri Covers Joni" - 2005)
Vincent's Chair (from "Live At Tandanya" - 2002)
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