Paprika Plains
It fell from midnight skies
It drummed on the galvanized
In the washroom, women tracked the rain
Up to the make-up mirror
Liquid soap and grass
And jungle gardenia crash
On pine-sol and beer ...
Its stifling in here ...
Ive got to get some air ...
Im going outside to get some air
Back in my hometown
They would have cleared the floor
Just to watch the rain come down!
Theyre such sky oriented people--
Geared to changing weather ...
Im floating off in time
Im floating off
Im floating off in time
When I was three feet tall
And wide eyed open to it all
With their tasseled teams they came
To mcgees general store
All in their beaded leathers
I would tie on colored feathers
And Id beat the drum like war ...
I would beat the drum like war
Id beat the drum
Id beat the drum like war
But when the church got through
They traded their beads for bottles
Smashed--on railway avenue
And they cut off their braids
And lost some link with nature
Im floating into dreams
Im floating off
Im floating into my dreams
I dream paprika plains
Vast and bleak and God forsaken
Paprika plains
And a turquoise river snaking
(where crows gaze--vigilant on wires
Where cattle graze the grasses
Far from the digits of business hours
The moon clock wanes and waxes--
But here all time is stripped away
Nowhere on these plains
Is a sprout or an egg in evidence
To measure loss or gain ...
Only a little indian band
Come down from some windy mesa
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song performed by Joni Mitchell
Added by Lucian Velea
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