Mitchell, Joni - Sweet Bird Lyrics






Out on some borderline
Some mark of inbetween
I lay down golden-in time
And woke up vanishing

Sweet bird you are
Briefer than a falling star
All these vain promises on beauty jars
Somewhere with your wings on time
You must be laughing
Behind our eyes
Calendars of our lives
Circled with compromise
Sweet bird of time and change
You must be laughing
Up on your feathers laughing

Golden in time
Cities under the sand
Power, ideals and beauty
Fading in everyone's hand

Give me some time
I feel like I'm losing mine
Out here on this horizon line
With the earth spinning
And the sky forever rushing
No one knows
They can never get that close
Guesses at most
Guesses based on what each set of time and change is touching
Guesses based on what each set of time and change is touching
Guesses based on what each set of time and change is touching





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  1. C.... D....

    Awestruck by Joni... Everytime I listen to her music and lyrics, for example, to this masterpiece, I am moved by her uncanny genius. Her insight, which she carves out of the hard rock of existence, comes at the price of illusion. Her soaring intelligence is so aware of the underlying pull of mortality, limitation, loss, loss of innocence: "Behind our eyes, calendars of our lives, circled with compromise... ." What a simpy stunning insight into the human condition. Thank you, Joni, for sharing your artistry with us. Thank you for saving me from some very dark times, a long time ago, when that sweet bird was still so golden and still so sublime, and still so full of poisonous illusion...

  2. P.... P....

    Thank you for you.

  3. L.... D....

    💜💜💜

  4. h.... ....

    Joni genius: "All these vain promises on beauty jars"  
    Vain:
    having or showing an excessively high opinion of one's appearance, abilities, or worth.
    "their flattery made him vain"
    synonyms:
    conceited · narcissistic · self-loving · in love with oneself · self-admiring · [more]
    producing no result; useless

  5. S.... S....

    I cannot recall a month I have not returned to this since its release.

  6. A.... F....

    My absolutely favourite track from the brilliant 'Hissing' album...lyrically, pure poetic genius...musically, sublime, mysterious and deeply melancholic...Joni at her mystical best!

  7. t.... s....

    Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.

  8. N.... A....

    with the earth spinning, and the sky forever rushing . . .

  9. N.... A....

    ahhhh, sweet bird, out on some border-line. Sweet bird you are . . .you must be laughing

  10. o.... ....

    I lay down golden in time and woke up vanishing