Blonde in The Bleachers — текст песни (Joni Mitchell)

The blonde in the bleachers

She flips her hair for you

Above the loudspeakers

You start to fall

She follows you home

But you miss living alone

You can still hear sweet mysteries

Calling you

The bands and the roadies

Lovin em and leavin em

Its pleasure to try em

Its trouble to keep em

cause it seems like youve gotta give up

Such a piece of your soul

When you give up the chase

Feeling it hot and cold

Youre in rocknroll

Its the nature of the race

Its the unknown child

So sweet and wild

Its youth

Its too good to waste



She tapes her regrets

To the microphone stand

She says "you cant hold the hand

Of a rocknroll man

Very long

Or count on your plans

With a rocknroll man

Very long

Compete with the fans

For your rocknroll man

For very long

The girls and the bands

And the rocknroll man"