Joni Mitchell (nacida como Roberta Joan Anderson el 7 de noviembre de 1943, en Alberta) es una músico y pintora canadiense. Comenzó su carrera musical en Toronto y en el oeste de Canadá, relacionándose posteriormente con la floreciente escena de folk de Nueva York de mediados de los sesenta. A lo largo de los años 70 amplió sus horizontes musicales, dirigiendo en especial su interés hacia el pop y el jazz, para convertirse en una de las cantantes y compositoras más respetadas de finales del siglo XX.
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## #072 {title:Michael from Mountains} {st:Joni Mitchell} {define: Gm6 1 3 3 3 2 -1 3} [D]Michael wakes you up with sweets, He takes you up [Gm6]streets, and the rain comes [D]down. Sidewalk markets locked up tight And umbrellas [Gm6]bright on a gray backgr[D]ound. There's [C]oil in the puddles in taffeta paterns That [B]run down the drain In [Bb]colored arrangements that [A]Michael will change With a st[D]ick that he [Em7]found.[D]
{C:Chorus:} [Am]Michael from mountains, [G]Go where you will go to, [F#m]Know that I will know you. [G]Some[Bm]day [Gm]I may k[F]now you [D]very well.
Michael brings you to a park, He sings and it's dark when the clouds come by. Yellow slickers up on swings, Like puppets on strings hanging in the sky. They'll splash home to suppers in wall-papered kitchens; Their mothers will scold. But Michael will hold you to keep away cold 'Till the sidewalks are dry.
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Michael leads you up the stairs, He needs you to care, and you know you do. Cats come crying to the key, And dry you will be in a towel or two. There's rain in the window and sun in the painting That smiles on the wall, You want to know all, but his mountains have called, So you never do.
{C:Chorus.} # # Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives # by Steve Putz # 7 September 1992