Judgement Of The Moon And Stars (ludwig's Tune) Lyrics - Mitchell Joni

No tongue in the bell 

And the fishwives yell 

But they might as well be mute 

So you get to keep the pictures 

That don't seem like much 

Cold white keys under your fingers 

Now you're thinking 

"That's no substitute 

It just don't do it 

Like the song of a warm, warm body 

Loving your touch" 

In the court they carve your legend 

With an apple in its jaw 

And the women that you wanted 

They get their laughs 

Long silk stockings 

On the bedposts of refinement 

You're to raw 

They think you're too raw 

It's the judgement of the moon and stars 

Your solitary path 

Draw yourself a bath 

Think what you'd like to have 

For supper 

Or take a walk 

A park 

A bridge 

A tree 

A river 

Revoked but not yet cancelled 

The gift goes on 

In silence 

In a bell jar 

Still a song... 

You've got to shake your fists at lightning now 

You've got to roar like forest fire 

You've got to spread your light like blazes 

All across the sky 

They're going to aim the hoses on you 

Show them you won't expire 

Not till you burn up every passion 

Not even when you die 

Come on now 

You've got to try 

If you're feeling contempt 

Well then you tell it 

If you're tired of the silent night 

Jesus, well then you yell it 

Condemned to wires and hammers 

Strike every chord that you fell 

That broken trees 

And elephant ivories 

Conceal