Re: Joni Mitchell - Turbulent Indigo (1994)

by Nightjar Thu Jan 26, 2023 7:26 pm

Gert lush that.

by Nightjar Thu Jan 26, 2023 7:26 pm

This album truly is stuffed with stone cold bangers.

by Nightjar Thu Jan 26, 2023 7:27 pm

Nightjar wrote:stone cold bangers.

by Nightjar Thu Jan 26, 2023 7:29 pm

Nightjar wrote:
Nightjar wrote:stone cold bangers.

Bit of brown sauce and English moutard...

Joni Mitchell - Turbulent Indigo (1994) - Page 4 Shutterstock_344959d

by Nightjar Thu Jan 26, 2023 7:30 pm

Gr8 lyrics.

ObvZ.

by Nightjar Thu Jan 26, 2023 7:30 pm

Pedal steel guitar. bounce

by Nightjar Thu Jan 26, 2023 7:31 pm

Co-written by Dave Crosby. gasp

by **The Call of the Wendigo** Thu Jan 26, 2023 7:31 pm

Track 9 - Yvette in English.

Is this based on 'Allo 'Allo? Excited

by Nightjar Thu Jan 26, 2023 7:32 pm

I guess that this means we won't have to do a David Crosby album as a Nu-HotW commentary tribute. yes

by Nightjar Thu Jan 26, 2023 7:33 pm

The Call of the Wendigo wrote:Track 9 - Yvette in English.

Is this based on 'Allo 'Allo?

Ovart an Unglersh...

by Nightjar Thu Jan 26, 2023 7:34 pm

Blikey! It's Wayne Shorter on on soprano saxamaphone.

Joni knows how to get the high profile talent in. box

by Nightjar Thu Jan 26, 2023 7:35 pm

He's sees a turtle walk away...

Faaaarr out maaaaaaaan!

by Nightjar Thu Jan 26, 2023 7:36 pm

Awesome apocalyptic final track.

by **The Call of the Wendigo** Thu Jan 26, 2023 7:36 pm

Last track - The Sire of Sorrow (Job's Sad Song).

by Nightjar Thu Jan 26, 2023 7:36 pm

This is proper art this.

by Nightjar Thu Jan 26, 2023 7:37 pm

Is it Yeats?

by Nightjar Thu Jan 26, 2023 7:37 pm

"Slouching towards Bethlehem"?

by Nightjar Thu Jan 26, 2023 7:39 pm

I think I'm getting it mixed up with another song. shifty

by Nightjar Thu Jan 26, 2023 7:39 pm

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

by Nightjar Thu Jan 26, 2023 7:40 pm

Pretty awesome though.

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