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!
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Yvette in English by Joni Mitchell and David Crosby, from her album, Turbulent Indigo
First time posting, please forgive any inaccuracies. Having forgotten what little music theory I ever knew, I have no idea what the chords are really called, but here are their shapes, and the tuning, as I hear it. This is the barest skeleton of what joni plays, but by using this tuning, the shapes and by listening to the album, you can get pretty close.
Tuning (tune each string down, to the nearest correct note)
E=C A=G D=D G=E B=G E=C
(same tuning for 'God must be a boogie man', also by joni, album=mingus)
Chord shapes
Aflat=888800 Am =999800 F =555500 G= =777700 Am(2)=022000 Dm =222100 C =000000 Criff=000777 000000 00012 12 12
Yvette in English ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Aflat, Am, Aflat, Am
FGAm He met her in a french cafe
FGAm She slipped in sideways like a cat
FGAm Sidelong glances, what a wary little stray
FG Criff She sticks in his mind like that
CAm(2) Saying 'avez vous un alumette'
DmF With her lips wrapped around a cigarette
FGAm Yvette in english saying 'please have this
FG Aflat Little bit of instant bliss...'
Am, Aflat, Am, Aflat, next verse
He's fumbling with her foreign tongue Reaching for words and drawing blanks, A loud mouth is stricken deaf and dumb In a bistro on the left bank 'If I was a painter,' Picasso said 'i'd paint this girl from toe to head' Yvette in English, saying 'please have this Little bit of instant bliss
Burgundy nocturne tips and spills They trot along nicely in the spreading stain new chills, new thrills for the old uphill battle How did he wind up here again? Walking and talking, touched and scared Uninsulated wires laid bare Yvette in English, saying 'please have this Little bit of instant bliss
What blew her like a leaf his way up in the air and down to earth First she flusters, then she frays So quick to question her own worth Her cigarette burns her finger tips As it falls like fireworks, she curses it Yvette in English, saying 'please have this Little bit of instant bliss
He sees her turn and walk away Skittering like a cat on stone Her high heels clicking, what a wary little stray She leaves him by the Seine, alone. With the black water and the amber lights And the bony bridge between left and right Yvette in English, saying 'please have this Little bit of instant bliss