Paprika Plains (LP版) - Joni Mitchell (琼尼·米契儿)

Written by：Joni Mitchell

It fell from midnight skies

It drummed on the galvanized

In the washroom women tracked the rain

Up to the make-up mirror

Liquid soap and grass

And Jungle Gardenia crash

On Pine-Sol and beer

It's stifling in here

I've got to get some air

I'm going outside to get some air

Back in my hometown

They would have cleared the floor

Just to watch the rain come down

They're such sky oriented people

Geared to changing weather

I'm floating off in time

I'm floating off

I'm floating off in time

When I was three feet tall

And wide eyed open to it all

With their tasseled teams they came

To McGee's General Store

All in their beaded leathers

I would tie on colored feathers

And I'd beat the drum like war

I would beat the drum like war

I'd beat the drum like

Beat the drum like war

But when the church got through

They traded their beads for bottles

Smashed on Railway Avenue

And they cut off their braids

And lost some link with nature

I'm floating into dreams

I'm floating off

I'm floating into my dreams

I dream paprika plains

Vast and bleak and God forsaken

Paprika plains

And a turquoise river snaking

The rain retreats

Like troops to fall on other fields and streets

Meanwhile they're sweet talking and name calling

And brawling on the fringes of the floor

I spot you through the smoke

With your eyes on fire

From J and B and coke

As I'm coming through the door

I'm coming back

I'm coming back for more

The band plugs in again

You see that mirrored ball begin to sputter lights

And spin

Dizzy on the dancers

Geared to changing rhythms

No matter what you do

I'm floating back

I'm floating back to you