Sunday, April 14, 2013

Tea Leaf Prophecy: Joni Mitchell

A tea leaf prophecy made seven years ago came true over the last several months. The thinking behind our tea catalog and website for example.

Blend of Tea, the name, is an insider joke. And you are all insiders now. The concept of naming a catalog that lists only single estate whole leafs "Blend of Tea" came upon us one rainy afternoon when we were staying in Begumpet in a two room apartment. What we wanted to do was to highlight the interface that tea has with every aspect of our lives. Tea and art, tea and music, tea and poetry, tea and health - you get the idea. That was the source of our name, a blend of tea and ...

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The world of art and culture is replete with references to the magic of tea. Thought we would share some of our favorite ones here. This post is made of the lyrics from the Joni Mitchell classic about war and about how her parents met. The song first appeared on her 1988 album Chalk Mark in a Rainstorm. She went on to record it again with Herbie Hancock for his 2007 tribute to her, "River: The Joni Mitchell Letters." I have appended the post with the audio of that version for you to enjoy. Do share your thoughts in the comments.

Study war no more
Lay down your arms
Study war no more
Lay 'em down, lay 'em down now
Study war no more
Lay down your arms
Study war no more

Newsreels rattle the Nazi dread--
The able-bodied have shipped away--
Molly McGee gets her tea-leaves read--
You'll be married in a month they say
"These leaves are crazy!
Look at this town--there's no men left!
Just frail old boys and babies
Talking to teacher in the treble clef."

She plants her garden in the spring
She does the winter shoveling
Tokyo rose on the radio
She says she's leavin' but she don't go

Out of the blue, just passin' through
A young flight sergeant
On two weeks leave--
Says "Molly McGee, no one else will do!"
And seals the tea-leaf prophecy.
Oh these nights are strong and soft
Private passions and secret storms
Nothin' about him ticks her off
And he looks so cute in his uniform

She plants her garden in the spring
He does the winter shoveling
But summer's just a sneeze
In a long-long-bad-winter cold
She says, "I'm leavin' here" but she don't go"

"Sleep little darlin'!
This is your happy home
Hiroshima cannot be pardoned!
Don't have kids when you get grown.
Because, this world is shattered
The wise are mourning--
The fools are joking
Oh, what does it matter?
The wash needs ironing
And the fire needs stoking."

She plants her garden in the spring
He does the winter shoveling
The three of 'em laughing 'round the radio
She says "I'm leavin' here" but she don't go"

She plants her garden in the spring
They do the winter shoveling
They sit up late and watch the
Johnny Carson show
She says "I'm leavin' here but she don't go"

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