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SONG: Joni Mitchell

“Raised On Robbery”

I’m not the biggest Joni Mitchell fan, but a few of her songs REALLY nail it for me. “You Turn Me On I’m a Radio” is one of them, and this is another:

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Song Of The Day

Joni Mitchell – “You Turn Me On I’m A Radio”

It’s pretty fitting to post this a day after a Laura Marling post, since she’s a great young artist who is no doubt very influenced by Joni Mitchell. The words of this tune are so damn good and I’m obviously even more psyched on all the radio metaphors since I’m a DJ. Add in some harmonica and I’m so in love with this song.

“If your head says forget it, but your heart’s still smoking…call me at the station, the lines are open”

Joni Mitchell

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Song Of The Day

Laura Marling – “Sophia”

Ok, give this song a minute. Actually, a minute and 25 seconds. It’s a slow start, but it’s incredible! We weren’t sure about playing it on mvy…it’s tough when a song doesn’t grab the listener’s attention within the first minute. But ultimately this song is flippin’ gorgeous, and Laura Marling is truly channeling a Joni Mitchell feel towards the second half. The video is so fitting too. She begins sitting alone, and then walks up to the rest of her band as the song builds. Dynamite.

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Lyric Of The Week

Joni Mitchell – “For The Roses”

It’s impossible for me to choose just one line from this tune. I’ve included the entire song… I find Mitchell’s commentary on fame and popularity in the music industry extremely compelling:

“I heard it in the wind last night
It sounded like applause
Did you get a round resounding for you
Way up here

It seems like many dim years ago
Since I heard that face to face
Or seen you face to face
Though tonight I can feel you here

I get these notes
On butterflies and lilac sprays
From girls who just have to tell me
They saw you somewhere

In some office sits a poet
And he trembles as he sings
And he asks some guy
To circulate his soul around

On your mark red ribbon runner
The caressing rev of motors
Finely tuned like fancy women
In thirties evening gowns

Up the charts
Off to the airport-
Your name’s in the news
Everything’s first class-
The lights go down-
And its just you up there
Getting them to feel like that

Remember the days when you used to sit
And make up your tunes for love
And pour your simple sorrow
To the soundhole and your knee
And now you’re seen
On giant screens
And at parties for the press
And for people who have slices of you
From the company

They toss around your latest golden egg
Speculation – well, who’s to know
If the next one in the nest
Will glitter for them so

I guess I seem ungrateful
With my teeth sunk in the hand
That brings me things
I really can’t give up just yet

Now I sit up here
The critic
And they introduce some band
But they look like pink confetti
on my old TV set

Oh the power and the glory
Just when you’re getting a taste for worship
They start bringing out the hammers
And the boards
And the nails

I heard it in the wind last night
It sounded like applause
It’s chilly now
End of summer
No more shiny hot nights

It was just the arbutus rustling
And the bumping of the logs
And the moon swept down black water
Like an empty spotlight”

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