Joni

I knew a wild woman, she threw a party on her grave
She went there tapping her cane and sipping champagne
She’s a wild woman
And she makes me feel so tame
I can take her in a foot race, but I can’t take her anywhere
She laughs at all the pop stars
And she doesn’t even care if they hear her
She’s a game of solitaire

Tell ’em that story one more time, Jon’, I won’t look away
Let me leave you in laughter, let me go get you a plate
When I tell you I love you, and you tell me, “Okay”
I know you believe me, and that’s love in your way

The curse of a wild woman is that she doesn’t suffer fools
She won’t make cups of tea, and she doesn’t bandage bruised egos
Or superficial wounds
But once I was sat beside her, when a fog rolled on the land
She spoke in sacred language every soul could understand
And with a broken body, many were healed by her hand

Let’s go dancing, you can lean on me, Jon’, I won’t even sway
I’ll find you a five-dollar blackjack table, make some dealer’s day
And when I tell you I love you, and you tell me, “Okay”
I know you believe me, and that’s love in your way

She’s a wild woman (wild)
She’s a wild, wild woman (wild)

I knew a wild woman
Touched by a wild woman
Believed by a wild woman
To be known, known by a wild woman
A wild, wild, wild woman

Written by Brandi Carlile

Brandi Carlile wrote this song about Joni Mitchell and is off her new album “Returning to Myself” and if you haven’t bought it yet, you are listening to music wrong.

But Thursdays are for flowers! This flowertography session is smaller than normal and is from my yard.

Next Thursday’s flowertography session will involve the State Center Rose Garden!