The Weight of All That Greed
Dressed in stolen clothes she standsCast iron and frailWith her impossibly gentle handsAnd her blood-red fingernails Joni Mitchell Shades of Scarlett Conquering Out of the fire like Catholic saintsComes Scarlett and her deep complaintMimicking tenderness she seesIn sentimental moviesA celluloid rider comes to townCinematic lovers swayPlantations and sweeping ballroom gownsTake her breath away Out in … More The Weight of All That Greed



