Letras de This Place de Joni Mitchell
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Eagle at the top of a tree
Those crazy crows always making a commotion
This land is home to me
I was talking to my neighbor
He said, "When I get to heaven, if it is not like this
I'll just hop a cloud and I'm coming right back down here
Back to this heavenly bliss."
You see those lovely hills
They won't be there for long
They're gonna tear 'em down
And sell them to California
Here come the toxic spills
Miners poking all around
When this place looks like a moonscape
Don't say I didn't warn ya...
Money, money, money...
Money makes the trees come down
It makes mountains into molehills
Big money kicks the wide wide world around Black bear in the orchard
At night he's in my garbage cans
He's getting so bold but no one wants to shoot him
He's got a right to roam this land
I feel like Geronimo
I used to be as trusting as Cochise
But the white eyes lies
He's out of whack with nature
And look how far his weapons reach!
Spirit of the water
Give us all the courage and the grace
To make genius of this tragedy unfolding
The genius to save this place