โหลดเพลง mp3 The Sire of Sorrow (Job's Sad Song) - Joni Mitchell

Let me speak, let me spit out my bitterness
Born of grief and nights without sleep and festering flesh

you Do have eyes

Can you see like mankind sees

Why have you soured and curdled me

Oh you tireless watcher! what have i done to you

That you make everything i dread and everything i fear come true

Once i was blessed; i was awaited like the rain

Like eyes for the blind, like feet for the lame

Kings heard my words, and they sought out my company

But now the janitors of shadowland their flick brooms at me

Oh you tireless watcher what have i done to you

That you make everything i dread and everything i fear come true

antagonists: man is the sire of sorrow

I've lost all taste for life

I'm all complaints

Tell me why do you starve the faithful

Why do you crucify the saints

And you let the wicked prosper

You let their children frisk like deer

And my loves are dead or dying, or they don't come near

we don't despise your chastening

God is correcting you
Oh and look who comes to counsel my deep distress

Oh, these pompous physicians

What carelessness

oh all this ranting all this wind

Filling our ears with trash

Breathtaking ignorance adding insult to injury

They come blaming and shaming
evil doer
And shattering me

this vain man wishes to seem wise

A man born of asses

Oh you tireless watcher! what have i done to you

That you make everything i dread and everything i fear come true

we don't despise your chastening

Already on a bed of sighs and screams,

And still you torture me with visions

You give me terrifying dreams

Better i was carried from the womb to straight the grave

I see the diggers waiting, they're spadesleaning on their

man is the sire of sorrow

Sure as the sparks ascend

Where is hope you're while wondering what went wrong

Why give me light and then this dark without a dawn
evil is sweet in your mouth

Hiding under your tongue

Show your face

what a long fall from grace

Help me understand

What is the reason for your heavy hand

you're stumbling in shadows

You have no name now
Was it the sins of my youth

What have i done to you

That you make everything i dread and everything i fear come true

oh your guilt must weigh so greatly

Everything i dread and everything i fear come true

man is the sire of sorrow

Oh you make everything i dread and everything i fear come true