my favorite last verse of any song
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
Joni Mitchell—“The Last Time I Saw Richard”
Blue (Reprise 1971).
I know it is Monday but I am having trouble mustering my usual righteous indignation. Hope you guys have a very good day.