Joni Mitchell - Live at the BBC Television Centre, London, UK / Sept. 3, 1970 (several songs in HD)

Thanks, I woke up, it was a Chelsea morning and the first thing I heard was a song outside my window, the traffic wrote the words, they sounded like Christmas bells wrapping around like pipes and drips, oh won't you stay? I'll put on the day and we'll wear it until Night Comes wakes up. It was a Chelsea morning and the first thing I saw was the sun through yellow curtains and a rainbow on my wall, red, green and gold to welcome you. Crimson. glass beads for Becca no, you won't stay, we'll set a date, this is essential every second, the foreign pigeons fly, the papers lie waiting to fly, I woke up, it was a Chelsea morning and the first thing I knew was that it was milk, toast and Honey and a bowl of oranges too and the sun poured out like candy stuck to all my senses when the curtain closes and the rainbow escapes I will bring you owls of incense At night a candle light but make a light if so You just stay oh pretty baby you won't wake up it's a cold morning foreigner foreigner but I couldn't turn my back on him I turned on the back porch light oh can I help you said the good Samaritan can I help you say the good Samaritan brought you bread? and a blanket but I told him you can't come in or you can sleep outside in the two shed a little rain is good now I don't know you you're a stranger I don't know where you've been I can't come in here said the doorman I'll be here so the doorman I'll start but I couldn't sleep thinking, you know, the night got so crazy Oh, I thought maybe he was an angel and I left him in the rain, oh, and if he was the devil, he would come after me again, but when I walk in the way every morning, Lord, he's gone and gone, I thought maybe he was an angel, he'll come.

After me again he left, the next song is for all the Scientologists who may be listening, it is a story about an artist and his old lady and the song is a kind of dilemma on the part of the lady being a lady for a artist. It's not easy at all because as we all know artists are of course connoisseurs of beauty and I always like to say that this is a song about a man who spent a lot of time running around meeting all those foreign beauties, you hang up on me, you study to portray.

Me in ice and green and all blue jeans and naked funny scenes all your work reveals love me now I'm dead I'm a saint turn your back on me I don't have a heart that's what you said You said I can be cruel but let me be kind to you somewhere the magazine I found a page about you and I see that now it's Josephine can't be without you oh, I keep your house in good condition. I dust off the portraits daily and hear everywhere that the writing looks like ladies, oh lady please love. I now did it once I am a saint converted into you have no heart that's what you said you said I may be cruel oh but let me be kind to you you are my beautiful years so we began to weather the foreigner oh you went west for pleasure and now you are Flying back this way like a lost friend Oh man, it turned your brain, so you say, and it turned you with religion Oh lady, please love me now that I was dead, you know I'm no saint, it turned against your heart, that's what you said. and I said well I can be cruel, oh but let me be nice to you when I first saw your gallery.

I like the ones about foreign ladies, beautiful foreign queens from California with their amber stones and Greece, they call her from the port, she has kissed her. She with her freedom has heard it on the starboard landing and then the breathing of the water so being free there is a man who has climbed a mountain and is shouting her name and hopes that his heart can hear three thousand miles away, the flame of new he can think there by her side he can miss her anyway he is the lord of the forest as he showed her all the flowers and the branches he sang the chorus as he climbed the scaly towers of the forest and she was somewhere being free there is a man who He sent a letter and is waiting for a response after all he has been traveling since the day they said goodbye I wish you were by my side we can make it if we try He has seen her in the office with her name on all her papers the part and all the prophets It's going to be hard for you to get her out of your memory and she's so busy being free now there's a lady in town and she thinks she loves them all there's someone who thinks about her there's someone who calls sometimes she's the one who writes her letters with her scroll of facts and figures she has made them see reason they have laughed inside her laughter now she gathers her defenses because she is afraid that someone will ask her for eternity for eternity and she is so busy being free that there is a man who sends her medals she is bleeding from the war there is a jouster and a jester and the man who owns a star there is a drummer and a dreamer and you know there may be more she will love them when she sees them they will lose her if they follow him and she only wants to please them and her heart is full and hollow like a cactus dream why is she so busy being free foreigner this is a song that's not really finished you know it needs another verse yet but um it's I got a little bit of that and now when I come home late at night this is a song I really like to sing now, so I'll play it for you.

His name is my old man, my old man, he's a singer, he's a walker in the rain he's a dancer in the dark we don't need all this keeping us going oh man moving away my blues but when he leaves me and them lonely blues the pans to wash foreigners keeping us away my blues but when he left, me and them, lonely blues, foreigners, foreigners, I was standing in an easy corner, then, on the green to walk across the fairway, he stood and played very well his clarinet, free, foreign. I got a black limousine and two gentlemen escorting me. to the heart now I play if you have the money in your hands or if you are a foreign friend to me, but the one-man band next to the quick learning stall was playing very well and for free, no one stopped to listen to it even though It played so sweet and loud they had never been on their TV they were crying music for oh I wanted to go and listen to a song Maybe put on some kind of harmony I heard his chorus when the signal changed he was playing me a very free foreign language about one of these pop festivals they've been having around the world lately, it's one I couldn't really go to.

He had been playing the night before in Chicago with a band friend of mine, Crosby Stills Nash young, etc., and it was his first professional appearance and we were all very excited about it and the next night we were supposed to play Woodstock and I had to do a TV show the next day, so I stayed back because they were having trouble getting people. and get them out again and all that, so I stayed home in New York and watched it on TV all day and saw everyone there playing and singing and it was a really nice festival I guess and from the looks of it all, I wrote a little song for my friends to sing and for me too and it's called Woodstock and it goes like this thank you, free foreign rock and roll, they stopped us, we left and we have to return in the good morning, well, then we can.

I walk by your side I have come here to lose the smog and I feel conceited giving something to the Earth well and maybe it is the time of year or maybe it is the time of man I don't know who I am but you know life is foreign every day days foreign ERS riding a shotgun in the sky rise up from our nation billion year old carbon we are well caught up in the devil's deal and we meet back to the foreign foreign god this is called a dulcimer and was originally brought to America from Sweden or Germany is that people aren't quite sure that it's some kind of descendant of a zither or any of those knee instrument types, you know, it's more like an extended violin or something, I don't know how this was made. for me, by a girl named Joellen, who is a dynamite girl who

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s in California, who makes these and carved all the sound holes.

I don't know, maybe you can't see them, but there are such beautiful little birds here and that looks good. like a bird or big cow eyes there's a hawk at the end here it's really beautiful I caught a little bit of London flu or something like that every time I come here I always get a cold do you get a cold every time you go to America some kind of germ exchange ? I guess here's another really new one that's not quite finished just for fun, man, all my jealousy, how good, it all undoes me, undoes all the joy there could be in these false pretenses, old man, all I really wanted, I love to do or want to do.

Bring out the best at the end on YouTube Do you do it? I am on a lonely path and I am traveling searching for the truth in men and in myself. Oh my jealousy. My greed is foreign. I wanted love to bring all the best in me. and on YouTube this year I took some time off from tour and went away and had some adventures of my own and this is kind of a letter back home. I started. I wrote one of the verses in Paris, the first verse I wrote in Paris and then the next verse I wrote uh in Spain and the last verse I wrote once I got home again a little trivia there oh thank you sitting in a park in Paris rains reading the news and everything is bad they won't give peace a chance That was just a dream.

Some of us still had a lot of land to see, but I wouldn't want to stay here. It's too old, cold, and settled here everywhere but California. California. I'm going to see the people I like. I'll even kiss a pig at sunset in California when I get home. I met a redneck in a Greek hall who danced the goat very well. He smiled back, but he kept my camera to sell. Oh, the Pícaro, the red Pícaro, he cooked tortillas! and casseroles and I could have stayed with him there, but my heart cried for you California Oh California oh make me feel rock and roll band I'm your biggest fan California come home when you walk and the streets are full of strangers First yes, so I bought a ticket, took a plane to Spain and went to a party on a red dirt road.

There were a lot of beautiful people there reading the Rolling Stone reading log. They said: how long can you sit still a week, maybe two, until my skin turns brown then I'm going home to California Oh California or you'll take me while I'm hanging on another man California when you're walking and the streets are Full of strangers oh will you take me as I am will you take me? how am I oh oh it took me thank you I really want to sing unfortunately my flutes are playing now oh I would stay here one more hour paved paradise put a parking lot thank you with a pink Hotel a boutique and a swing and a fashion place Till It's Gone they pay for paradise they put in a parking lot now they took away all the trees they put them in a dream museum and they charged all the people a dollar and a half just to see them I said don It doesn't always seem to go You don't know what you have until the day is over in which paradise installed a parking lot hey, farmer The farmer saved that DDT that now stains my apples, believe me, the birds, don't they always seem? to go If you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone they paid for paradise they put in a parking lot late last night I heard the big yellow cab came and took my old man away, doesn't it always seem like? to go That you don't know what you have until it's gone they pay for paradise they had a debate in the parking lot last night I heard they blocked it or slammed it and a big yellow tractor that was coming took my house away, took my leg off, no I don't know, I have it until it's gone they pay paradise installed a parking lot today paradise installed a parking lot s installed a parking lot goes and flows of angel hair feathers Canyons everywhere I've looked at clouds that but now they only block the sun, rain and snow on everyone, you want so many things.

God would have made the clouds my way. I've looked at the clouds from both sides now, from above and below, and yet somehow they are illusions of clouds. I remember it, really. I don't know the clouds, the dunes and the ferrous wheels, the dizzy dance where you feel like every fairy tale comes true, oh, I've seen love that way, but now it's just another spectacle that you

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laughing at when you go and, If you care, don't do it. Don't let them know no, don't give yourself away. I have looked at love from giving still somehow they are illusions of love.

I remember, oh, I really don't know foreign love, but now old friends are acting strangely, holding hands, they say. I have changed well, some things I lost but something I gained by living every day a life killed on both sides now by the wind and losing still in some way are the illusions of life. I remember oh, I really don't know life, thank you, thank you.