Joni Mitchell
Joni Mitchell
Roberta Joan "Joni" Mitchell, CCis a Canadian singer-songwriter and painter. Mitchell's work is highly respected by critics, and she has deeply influenced fellow musicians in a diverse range of genres. Rolling Stone has called her "one of the greatest songwriters ever", and AllMusic has stated, "When the dust settles, Joni Mitchell may stand as the most important and influential female recording artist of the late 20th century". Her lyrics are noted for their developed poetics, addressing social and environmental ideals...
NationalityCanadian
ProfessionMusician
Date of Birth7 November 1943
CountryCanada
The pirate he will sink you with a kiss, he'll steal your heart and sail away.
Heart and humor and humility, he said will lighten up your heavy load.
You wake up one day and suddenly realize that your youth is behind you, even though you're still young at heart.
My heart is broken in the face of the stupidity of my species.
I am a woman of heart and mind, looking for affection and respect, a little passion.
Freedom to me is a luxury of being able to follow the path of the heart, to keep the magic in your life. Freedom is necessary for me in order to create, and if I cannot create I don’t feel alive.
Let light hearts remake us.
This is a nation that has lost the ability to be self-critical, and that makes a lie out of the freedoms.
I sing my sorrow, and I paint my joy.
In New York, the street adventures are incredible. There are a thousand stories in a single block. You see the stories in the people's faces. You hear the songs immediately. Here in Los Angeles, there are less characters because they're all inside automobiles.
Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels/ The dizzy dancing way you feel/ As every fairy tale comes real/ I've looked at love that way.
Say, won't you stay; we'll put on the day and we'll talk in present tenses
People think it's being remodeled, ... I tell them, and they say, 'What? What do you mean they're tearing down the old high-school building?'
And the seasons, they go round and round,/ And the painted ponies go up and down./ We're captive on the carousel of time.