Everything comes and goes
Marked by lovers and styles of clothes
Things that you held high
And told yourself were true
Lost or changing as the days come down to you
Down to you
Constant stranger
You’re a kind person
You’re a cold person too
It’s down to you
It all comes down to you

You go down to the pick up station
Craving warmth and beauty
You settle for less than fascination
A few drinks later you’re not so choosy
When the closing lights strip off the shadows
On this strange new flesh you’ve found
Clutching the night to you like a fig leaf
You hurry
To the blackness
And the blankets
To lay down an impression
And your loneliness

In the morning there are lovers in the street
They look so high
You brush against a stranger
And you both apologize
Old friends seem indifferent
You must have brought that on
Old bonds have broken down
Love is gone
Oooh love is gone
Written on your spirit this sad song
Love is gone

Everything comes and goes
Pleasure moves on too early
And trouble leaves too slow
Just when you’re thinking
You’ve finally got it made
Bad news comes knocking
At your garden gate
Knocking for you
Constant stranger
You’re a brute you’re an angel
You can crawl you can fly too
It’s down to you
It all comes down to you

Hana steps out of a storm
Into a stranger’s warm, but
Hard-up kitchen.
She sees what must be done
So she takes off her coat
Rolls up her sleeves
And starts pitchin’ in.

Hana has a special knack
For getting people back on the right track
‘Cause she knows
They all matter
So she doesn’t argue or flatter
She doesn’t fight the slights
She takes it on the chin
Like a champ

Hana says when life’s a drag
Don’t cave in
Don’t put up a white flag
Raise up
A white banner
In this manner-
Straighten your back
Dig in your heals
And get a good grip on your grief!

Hana says, “Don’t get me wrong
This is no simple Sunday song
Where God or Jesus comes along
And they save ya.”
You’ve got to be braver than that
You tackle the beast alone
With all its tenacious teeth!
Light the lamp.

nov 6th
we will know
if we r still
AMERICA

GET OUT THE VOTE
EVERYWAY U CAN

focus –
this is the last battle
for democracy
for truth

27 DAYS TO GO
we will out him
believe
BELIEVE

my font size is 36
with glasses on
i turned 56
we all need help 2 see

Only Fox News
a chid covering his eyes
believing he can’t be seen
a tantrum

he didn’t parent his kids
in any way
he doesn’t know
what we moms and dads do

u never let a tantrum work
if u do
ur doomed
they will get bigger n bigger

til the collapse
which always comes
as humans we break
part of the design

Only Fox News
Only the white men
Only the missing children
Only the raped katie johnson’s

he is breaking
before r eyes and ears
his lies don’t work
the NFL gig is over

we see u Donald J Trump
we know u fuck w/anyone u want
dedicated public servants
something u know nothing of

u hurt people
women and children first
those who believed u next
now all but u

AMERICA is woke
And ur shitshow is done
donald from queens
its over

this is my fight song
joni is the salve 4 all my wounds
lose urself in her lyrics
swim in her songs

she saves me
over and over
reminding me
2 shake my fists at lightning

hold on all
fight back the dark
with all ur might
and with joni

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“No tongue in the bell
And the fishwives yell
But they might as well be mute
So you get to keep the pictures
That don’t seem like much
Cold white keys under your fingers
Now you’re thinking
“That’s no substitute
It just don’t do it
Like the song of a warm warm body
Loving your touch”

In the court they carve your legend
With an apple in its jaw
And the women that you wanted
They get their laughs
Long silk stockings
On the bedposts of refinement
You’re too raw
They think you’re too raw
It’s the judgement of the moon and stars
Your solitary path
Draw yourself a bath
Think what you’d like to have
For supper
Or take a walk
A park
A bridge
A tree
A river
Revoked but not yet cancelled
The gift goes on
In silence
In a bell jar
Still a song

You’ve got to shake your fists at lightning now
You’ve got to roar like forest fire
You’ve got to spread your light like blazes
All across the sky
They’re going to aim the hoses on you
Show ’em you won’t expire
Not till you burn up every passion
Not even when you die
Come on now
You’ve got to try
If you’re feeling contempt
Well then you tell it
If you’re tired of the silent night
Jesus well then you yell it
Condemned to wires and hammers
Strike every chord that you feel
That broken trees
And elephant ivories conceal”

© Joni Mitchell