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all songs written by Joni Mitchell | Shadows and Light from the album The Hissing Of Summer Lawns (1975) | Furry Sings The Blues from the album Hejira (1976) | live versions (2016 remasters) recorded in Nov 1976 with The Band + Neil Young; later released as part of The Band's concert film/documentary/album project The Last Waltz (1978) | visual is a bootlegged videotaped recording of unknown origin | resynced by sonicboy19 w/ 2016 audio remasters of The Last Waltz | live lyrics: Every picture has its shadows And it has some source of light Blindness and sight The perils of benefactors The blessings of parasites Blindness and sight We are threatened by all things By the devil of cruelty Just as we're drawn to all things By the devil of delight Mythical devil of the ever-present laws Giving us our usual blindness and our occasional insight Suntans in reservation dining rooms Pale miners in their lantern rays That's like night and day Look at these hostage smiles on your presidents You see freedom scribbled in the subway Isn't that like night, night and day We are threatened by all things By the god of cruelty Just as we're drawn to all things By the sweet god of delight Mythical god credited with all these things in the whole wide world Keeper of day and night Critics of all expression Judges in black and white Saying this is wrong This is wrong and I'm gonna tell you what's right Compelled by prescribed standards By our backgrounds of our troubles and our ideals we all fight For wrong and right We're threatened by all things We are man of cruelty And we're drawn to all things Sweet sweet sweet man of delight Man who makes these laws same man who's gonna go along and break those laws Wrong and right Blindness and sight Sun and the moon and day and night Day and night © 1975 Crazy Crow Music (adapted to 1976 live lyrics from The Last Waltz) Old Beale Street is coming down Sweeties' Snack Bar boarded up now And Egles the Tailor and the Shine Boy's gone Faded out with ragtime blues Handy's cast in bronze And he's standing in a little park With a trumpet in his hand Like he's listening back to the good old bands And the click of high heeled shoes Old Furry sings the blues Propped up in his bed With his dentures and his leg removed And Ginny's there For her kindness and Furry's beer She's the old man's angel overseer Pawn shops glitter like gold tooth caps In the grey decay They chew the last few dollars off Old Beale Street's carcass Carrion and mercy Blue and silver sparkling drums Cheap guitars eye shades and guns Aimed at the hot blood of being no one Down and out in Memphis Tennessee Old Furry sings the blues You bring him smoke and drink and he'll play for you lt's mostly muttering now and sideshow spiel But there was one song he played That I could really feel "I got a woman on Monday she shines my shoes I got a woman on Tuesday give me nothing but the blues Old Furry's got nobody..." There's a double bill murder at the New Daisy The old girl's silent across the street She's silent waiting for the wrecker's beat Silent staring at her stolen name Diamond boys and satin dolls Bourbon laughter ghosts history falls To parking lots and shopping malls As they tear down old Beale Street Old Furry sings the blues He points a bony finger at you and says "I don't like you!" Everybody laughs like it's the old guy's standard joke But it's true We're only welcome for our drink and smoke W. C. Handy I'm rich and I'm fey And I'm not familiar with what you played But I get such strong impressions of your hey day Looking up and down old Beale Street Ghosts of the darktown society Come right out of the bricks at me Like it's a Saturday night They're in their finery Dancing it up and making deals Furry sings the blues Why should I expect that old guy to give it to me true blue When he's fallen to hard luck And time and other thieves While our limo is shining on his shanty street Furry sings the blues © March 19 1976 Crazy Crow Music (adapted to 1976 live lyrics from The Last Waltz)