| Song | The Last Time I Saw Richard |
| Artist | Joni Mitchell |
| Album | Miles of Aisles [live] |
| 作词 : Mitchell | |
| The last time | |
| I saw Richard was | |
| Detroit in '68 | |
| And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday | |
| Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe | |
| You laugh, he said you think you're immune | |
| Go look at your eyes | |
| They're full in moon | |
| You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you | |
| All those pretty lies, pretty lies | |
| When you gonna realize they're only pretty lies | |
| Only pretty lies, just pretty lies | |
| He put a quarter in the | |
| Wurlitzer, and he pushed | |
| Three buttons and the thing began to whirr | |
| And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie | |
| And she said, "Drink up now it's gettin' on time to close""Richard, you haven't really changed", | |
| I saidIt's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head | |
| You got tombs in your eyes, but the songs you punched are dreaming | |
| Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet | |
| When you gonna get yourself back on your feet? | |
| Oh and love can be so sweet, love so sweet | |
| Richard got married to a figure skater | |
| And he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator | |
| And he drinks at home now most nights with the | |
| TV onAnd all the house lights left up bright | |
| I'm gonna blow this damn candle out | |
| I don't want | |
| Nobody comin' over to my table | |
| I got nothing to talk to anybody about | |
| All good dreamers pass this way some day | |
| Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes | |
| Dark cafes | |
| Only a dark cocoon before | |
| I get my gorgeous wings | |
| And fly away | |
| Only a phase, these dark cafe days |
| zuò cí : Mitchell | |
| The last time | |
| I saw Richard was | |
| Detroit in ' 68 | |
| And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday | |
| Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe | |
| You laugh, he said you think you' re immune | |
| Go look at your eyes | |
| They' re full in moon | |
| You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you | |
| All those pretty lies, pretty lies | |
| When you gonna realize they' re only pretty lies | |
| Only pretty lies, just pretty lies | |
| He put a quarter in the | |
| Wurlitzer, and he pushed | |
| Three buttons and the thing began to whirr | |
| And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie | |
| And she said, " Drink up now it' s gettin' on time to close"" Richard, you haven' t really changed", | |
| I saidIt' s just that now you' re romanticizing some pain that' s in your head | |
| You got tombs in your eyes, but the songs you punched are dreaming | |
| Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet | |
| When you gonna get yourself back on your feet? | |
| Oh and love can be so sweet, love so sweet | |
| Richard got married to a figure skater | |
| And he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator | |
| And he drinks at home now most nights with the | |
| TV onAnd all the house lights left up bright | |
| I' m gonna blow this damn candle out | |
| I don' t want | |
| Nobody comin' over to my table | |
| I got nothing to talk to anybody about | |
| All good dreamers pass this way some day | |
| Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes | |
| Dark cafes | |
| Only a dark cocoon before | |
| I get my gorgeous wings | |
| And fly away | |
| Only a phase, these dark cafe days |