Biografía:
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.
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Otras canciones:
- Big Yellow Taxi
- Both Sides Now
- California
- Circle Game
- River
- The Gallery
- A Case Of You
- All I Want
- Amelia
- Banquet
- Blonde In The Bleachers
- Blue
- Blue Boy
- Cactus Tree
- Car On A Hill
- Carey
- Chelsea Morning
- Conversation
- Court And Spark
- Coyote
- Dog Eat Dog
- Down To You
- Edith And The Kingpin
- Electricity
- For Free
- For The Roses
- Free Man In Paris
- Furry Sings The Blues
- Good Friends
- Help Me
- I Dont Know Where
- I Had A King
- Jericho
- Judgment Of The Moon And Stars
- Just Like This Train
- Ladies Of The Canyon
- Last Chance Lost
- Last Time I Saw Richard
- Let The Wind Carry Me
- Little Green
- Marcie
- Michael From Mountains
- Mitchell Tunings
- Morning Morgantown
- My Old Man
- Nathan La Franeer
- Night In The City
- Peoples Parties
- Rainy Night House
- Raised On Robbery
- Real Good For Free
- See You Sometime
- Sex Kills
- Shades Of Scarlet Conquering
- Sisotowbell Lane
- Slouching Towards Bethlehem
- Song To A Seagull
- Sweet Bird
- Tax Free
- That Song About The Midway
- The Circle Game
- The Dawntreader
- The Drinking Song
- The Pirate Of Penance
- The River
- The Same Situation
- Trouble Child
- Twisted
- Urge For Going
- Willy
- Woodstock
- You Turn Me On
- Yvette In English
¡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!
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Date: Tue, 5 Sep 1995 20:59:59 -1000
From: Harlan L Thompson
COYOTE- Joni Mitchell
Tuning: C G D F C E
CaddD Dm11/C CaddD Dm11/C CaddD Dm11/C CaddD Dm11/C
Dm9/Eb Fmaj9/G Dm11/C
No regrets Coyote, we just come from such different sets of circumstance
CaddD Dm11/C Am11/G G
I'm up all night in the studio while you're up early on your ranch
Gm11/F F Gm11/F F
You'll be brushing out a brood mare's tail while the sun is ascending
CaddD Dm11/C Dm9/Eb
And I'll just be getting home with my reel to reel, there's no comprehending
Fmaj9/G CaddD
Just how close to the bone and the skin and the eyes and the lips
Dm11/C Am11/G G Gm11/F F
You can get and still feel so alone, and still feel related
Gm11/F F
Like stations in some relay, you're not a
CaddD Dm11/C Dm9/Eb
Hit and run driver no, no, racing away
Fmaj9/G CaddD Dm11/C
You just picked up a hitcher, a prisoner of the white lines on the freeway
CaddD Dm11/C CaddD Dm11/C CaddD Dm11/C CaddD Dm11/C
We saw a farmhouse burning down, in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night
And we rolled right past that tragedy, till we rolled into some roadhouse lights
Where a local band was playin', locals were kickin' and shakin' on the floor
The next thing I know that Coyote's at my door
He pins me in the corner and he won't take "No!"
He drags me out on the dance floor and we're dancin' close and slow
Now he's got a woman at home, he's got another woman down the hall
And he seems to want me anyway
Why'd you have to get so drunk and lead me on that way
You just picked up a hitcher, a prisoner of the white lines on the freeway
I looked the Coyote right in the face on the road to Baljennie near my old home town
He went runnin' through the whisker wheat, chasin' some prize down
And a hawk was playin with him, Coyote was jumpin' straight up and makin' passes
He had those same eyes just like yours under your dark glasses
Privately probing the public rooms, peeking through keyholes in numbered doors
Where the players lick their wounds and take their temporary lovers
And their pills and powders to get them through this passion play
No regrets Coyote, I just get off up aways
You just picked up a hitcher, a prisoner of the white lines on the freeway
Coyote's in the coffee shop, he's staring a hole in his scrambled eggs
He picks up my scent on his fingers while he's watching the waitresses legs
He's too far from the Bay of Fundy, Appaloosas and eagles and tides
And the air conditioned cubicles and the carbon ribbon rides
Are spelling it out so clear
Either he's gonna have to stand and fight or take off out of here
I tried to run away myself, to run away and wrestle with my ego
And with this flame, you put here in this Eskimo
In this hitcher, in this prisoner, of the fine white lines
Of the white lines on the free, free way
CHORDS:
Dm11/C CaddD Dm9/Eb Fmaj9/G Am11/G G Gm11/F F
E --0------0------0-------0-------7-----7-----5-----5-----|
C --0------2------0-------0-------7-----7-----5-----5-----|
F --0------2------0-------2-------7-----9-----5-----7-----|
D --0------2------0-------3-------7-----9-----5-----7-----|
G --0------0------5-------0-------7-----7-----5-----5-----|
C --0------0------3---------------7-----7-----5-----5-----|
NOTE: This is just a cleaned up, lyrics added version of what Howard
Wright posted before.
#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. #
#------------------------------------------------------------------------------##
Date: Tue, 5 Sep 1995 20:59:59 -1000
From: Harlan L Thompson
COYOTE- Joni Mitchell
Tuning: C G D F C E
CaddD Dm11/C CaddD Dm11/C CaddD Dm11/C CaddD Dm11/C
Dm9/Eb Fmaj9/G Dm11/C
No regrets Coyote, we just come from such different sets of circumstance
CaddD Dm11/C Am11/G G
I'm up all night in the studio while you're up early on your ranch
Gm11/F F Gm11/F F
You'll be brushing out a brood mare's tail while the sun is ascending
CaddD Dm11/C Dm9/Eb
And I'll just be getting home with my reel to reel, there's no comprehending
Fmaj9/G CaddD
Just how close to the bone and the skin and the eyes and the lips
Dm11/C Am11/G G Gm11/F F
You can get and still feel so alone, and still feel related
Gm11/F F
Like stations in some relay, you're not a
CaddD Dm11/C Dm9/Eb
Hit and run driver no, no, racing away
Fmaj9/G CaddD Dm11/C
You just picked up a hitcher, a prisoner of the white lines on the freeway
CaddD Dm11/C CaddD Dm11/C CaddD Dm11/C CaddD Dm11/C
We saw a farmhouse burning down, in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night
And we rolled right past that tragedy, till we rolled into some roadhouse lights
Where a local band was playin', locals were kickin' and shakin' on the floor
The next thing I know that Coyote's at my door
He pins me in the corner and he won't take "No!"
He drags me out on the dance floor and we're dancin' close and slow
Now he's got a woman at home, he's got another woman down the hall
And he seems to want me anyway
Why'd you have to get so drunk and lead me on that way
You just picked up a hitcher, a prisoner of the white lines on the freeway
I looked the Coyote right in the face on the road to Baljennie near my old home town
He went runnin' through the whisker wheat, chasin' some prize down
And a hawk was playin with him, Coyote was jumpin' straight up and makin' passes
He had those same eyes just like yours under your dark glasses
Privately probing the public rooms, peeking through keyholes in numbered doors
Where the players lick their wounds and take their temporary lovers
And their pills and powders to get them through this passion play
No regrets Coyote, I just get off up aways
You just picked up a hitcher, a prisoner of the white lines on the freeway
Coyote's in the coffee shop, he's staring a hole in his scrambled eggs
He picks up my scent on his fingers while he's watching the waitresses legs
He's too far from the Bay of Fundy, Appaloosas and eagles and tides
And the air conditioned cubicles and the carbon ribbon rides
Are spelling it out so clear
Either he's gonna have to stand and fight or take off out of here
I tried to run away myself, to run away and wrestle with my ego
And with this flame, you put here in this Eskimo
In this hitcher, in this prisoner, of the fine white lines
Of the white lines on the free, free way
CHORDS:
Dm11/C CaddD Dm9/Eb Fmaj9/G Am11/G G Gm11/F F
E --0------0------0-------0-------7-----7-----5-----5-----|
C --0------2------0-------0-------7-----7-----5-----5-----|
F --0------2------0-------2-------7-----9-----5-----7-----|
D --0------2------0-------3-------7-----9-----5-----7-----|
G --0------0------5-------0-------7-----7-----5-----5-----|
C --0------0------3---------------7-----7-----5-----5-----|
NOTE: This is just a cleaned up, lyrics added version of what Howard
Wright posted before.
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