Love came to my door
With a sleeping roll
And a madman's soul
He thought for sure I'd seen him
Dancing up a river in the dark
Looking for a woman
To court and spark
He was playing on the sidewalk
For passing change
When something strange happened
Glory train passed through him
So he buried the coins he made
In People's Park
And went looking for a woman
To court and spark [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/j/joni_mitchell/court_and_spark.html ]
It seemed like he read my mind
He saw me mistrusting him
And still acting kind
He saw how I worried sometimes
I worry sometimes
"All the guilty people," he said
They've all seen the stain-
On their daily bread
On their christian names
I cleared myself
I sacrificed my blues
And you could complete me
I'd complete you
His eyes were the color of the sand
And the sea
And the more he talked to me
The more he reached me
But I couldn't let go of L.A.
City of the fallen angels
In the early 70's i ran across a girl living in a home near la. Two guys saw me walking and encouraged me to go up to the door and meet the girl inside. They did this because she needed some inspiration. I was a road dog and half out of my mind from living on the street for a year. She was beautiful and, since i had just become a christian and changed my ways, i asked her to marry me right there.
I told her about the riot in people's park when nixon mined the bays in vietnam - i collected spare change for food and i did bury some change there. I'm a amateur blues guitar player and in my new faith i 'gave it up. ' my eyes are an unusual green-blue. I did comment about how friendly she was - but i noticed she was scared, being called upon by a street person.
I figure the two guys who steered me to her house were musician friends of hers. Btw, i got off the street, went to school and became a licensed psychotherapist working with kids.
If you know joni, say hello for me and i hope she's still inspired. I'd love for her to acknowledgement my memories of this very short time with her (less than a half hour). She would remember my eyes. Mail@420psych.com