[ti:The Gallery (LP Version)]
[ar:Joni Mitchell]
[al:Clouds]
[00:05.230]When I first saw your gallery
[00:14.320]I liked the ones of ladies
[00:20.020]Then you began to hang up me
[00:25.350]You studied to portray me
[00:31.580]In ice and greens
[00:33.720]And old blue jeans
[00:36.170]And naked in the roses
[00:41.780]Then you got into funny scenes
[00:47.960]That all your work discloses
[00:51.850]
[00:53.340]"Lady, don't love me now I am dead
[00:57.730]I am a saint, turn down your bed
[01:02.260]I have no heart," that's what you said
[01:06.400]You said, "I can be cruel
[01:11.150]
[01:11.450]But let me be gentle with you"
[01:17.680]Somewhere in a magazine
[01:21.560]I found a page about you
[01:27.490]I see that now it's Josephine
[01:32.870]Who cannot be without you
[01:38.610]I keep your house in fit repair
[01:43.340]I dust the portraits daily
[01:49.420]Your mail comes here from everywhere
[01:55.360]The writing looks like ladies'
[02:00.510]
[02:00.810]"Lady, please love me now, I am dead
[02:05.540]I am a saint, turn down your bed
[02:09.680]I have no heart," that's what you said
[02:14.320]You said, "I can be cruel
[02:18.780]But let me be gentle with you"
[02:24.320]
[02:25.360]I gave you all my pretty years
[02:28.160]Then we began to weather
[02:34.790]And I was left to winter here
[02:40.520]While you went west for pleasure
[02:46.410]And now you're flying bock this way
[02:51.100]Like some lost homing pigeon
[02:57.130]They've monitored your brain, you say
[03:03.650]And changed you with religion
[03:08.100]
[03:08.450]"Lady, please love me now I was dead
[03:12.800]I am no saint, turn down your bed
[03:16.930]Lady, have you no heart," that's what you said
[03:21.470]Well, I can be cruel
[03:26.090]But let me be gentle with you
[03:31.680]
[03:32.880]When I first saw your gallery
[03:36.720]I liked the ones of ladies
[03:41.950]But now their faces follow me
[03:48.040]And all their eyes look shady