Songtexte 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
 
                                    
                                
                                                Do 
                                                you 
                                                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 
                                                flick 
                                                their 
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Antagonists: 
                                                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!
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Antagonists: 
                                                Oh 
                                                all 
                                                this 
                                                ranting 
                                                all 
                                                this 
                                                wind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Filling 
                                                our 
                                                ears 
                                                with 
                                                trash)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Breathtaking 
                                                ignorance 
                                                adding 
                                                insult 
                                                to 
                                                injury!
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                come 
                                                blaming 
                                                and 
                                                shaming
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Antagonists: 
                                                Evil 
                                                doer)
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                shattering 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Antagonists: 
                                                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?
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Antagonists: 
                                                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 
                                                straight 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                grave.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                see 
                                                the 
                                                diggers 
                                                waiting, 
                                                they're 
                                                leaning 
                                                on 
                                                their 
                                                spades.
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Antagonists: 
                                                Man 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                sire 
                                                of 
                                                sorrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sure 
                                                as 
                                                the 
                                                sparks 
                                                ascend)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                is 
                                                hope 
                                                while 
                                                you're 
                                                wondering 
                                                what 
                                                went 
                                                wrong?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Why 
                                                give 
                                                me 
                                                light 
                                                and 
                                                then 
                                                this 
                                                dark 
                                                without 
                                                    a 
                                                dawn?
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Antagonists: 
                                                Evil 
                                                is 
                                                sweet 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                mouth
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hiding 
                                                under 
                                                your 
                                                tongue)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Show 
                                                your 
                                                face!
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Antagonists: 
                                                What 
                                                    a 
                                                long 
                                                fall 
                                                from 
                                                grace)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Help 
                                                me 
                                                understand!
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                reason 
                                                for 
                                                your 
                                                heavy 
                                                hand?
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Antagonists: 
                                                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?
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Antagonists: 
                                                Oh 
                                                your 
                                                guilt 
                                                must 
                                                weigh 
                                                so 
                                                greatly)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Everything 
                                                    I 
                                                dread 
                                                and 
                                                everything 
                                                    I 
                                                fear 
                                                come 
                                                true
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Antagonists: 
                                                Man 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                sire 
                                                of 
                                                sorrow)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                you 
                                                make 
                                                everything 
                                                    I 
                                                dread 
                                                and 
                                                everything 
                                                    I 
                                                fear 
                                                come 
                                                true
 
                                    
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