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Marcie

by Joni Mitchell

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Marcie in a coat of flowers
Steps inside a candy store
Reds are sweet and greens are sour
Still no letter at her door
So she'll wash her flower curtains
Hang them in the wind to dry
Dust her tables with his shirt and
Wave another day goodbye

Marcie's faucet needs a plumber
Marcie's sorrow needs a man
Red is autumn green is summer
Greens are turning and the sand
All along the ocean beaches
Stares up empty at the sky
Marcie buys a bag of peaches
Stops a postman passing by
And summer goes
Falls to the sidewalk like string and brown paper
Winter blows
Up from the river there's no one to take her
To the sea

Marcie dresses warm its snowing
Takes a yellow cab uptown
Red is stop and green's for going
Sees a show and rides back down
Down along the Hudson River
Past the shipyards in the cold
Still no letter's been delivered
Still the winter days unfold
Like magazines
Fading in dusty grey attics and cellars
Make a dream
Dream back to summer and hear how
he tells her
Wait for me

Marcie leaves and doesn't tell us
Where or why she moved away
Red is angry green is jealous
That was all she had to say
Someone thought they saw her Sunday
Window shopping in the rain
Someone heard she bought a one-way ticket
And went west again

© October 16, 1967; R. Joan Mitchell (as "Portrait in Red and Green"), then April 1, 1968; Siquomb Publishing Co (as "Marcie")

Footnotes

Joni introduces the song this way on October 12, 1967 at the Second Fret in Philadelphia:

A short while ago I was in London and, knowing my duties as a songwriter abroad, I was supposed to come back full of all sorts of songs about, you know, being a coloniast and colonial and all sorts of reports on the latest activities of the Queen and everything in my songs. So I did all the usual tourist things and went around Piccadilly Circus in a red double-decker bus with no driver on the top, and finally figured out how to tip a British cabbie without insulting him. It’s hard to figure out ten percent of their money. It’s hard to figure out their money. And I went to Hyde Park and I soaked up all sorts of speeches. Black Power speeches and White Power speeches and Flower Power speeches. And Irish Power speeches. Catholic speeches and Protestant speeches. Nannies and prams and lorries. And wimpies. That’s sort of a hamburger. They don’t think it’s funny but Americans do. One night I took all the information that I had compiled on London, all of the atmosphere that I had compiled, and I sat down to write a song when [unintelligible] said, “Let’s play Monopoly,” and so we started to play Monopoly and suddenly I found that I had moved by drawing a Chance card to Mayfair Place. I was not to pass Go or collect my 200 pounds and there I was sitting and there was a big grand hotel on it and bankrupted me. So Mayfair Place, that’s English Boardwalk. It’s that little blue one on the corner. Yeh. So I had to sit and wait till the game was over so I could join it again, and while I was sitting and waiting I remembered all my British culture that I had been soaking up and I said, “I’ll write a song about England and my friend Marcie,” and it was her flat that we were playing Monopoly in. And Marcie said to me “Where did you live in New York?” And I said, “41 West 16th Street.” She said, “I lived at 37 West 16th Street.” And I said, “No kidding, when did you live there?” And she said, “Well I left in April, no I left in May, June. I left in June.” I said, “I moved in in April.” So we were neighbors there for two whole months, right smack dab up against each other and never met until we went to England. This is a song about most girls who’ve come to New York City…

Joni introduces the song this way in late 1967:

"This is a song that I wrote in London, wanting very badly to write about red double-decker buses and, uh, taxi cabs with running boards, and how to tip an English cabbie (chuckles)--figuring out the percentage. (Strums) And, uh, Hyde Park speakers and flower power a la San Francisco in London. And the Club UFO and the Rolling Stones (strums and tunes). So I was in the middle of the Monopoly game in the London flat and I'd just picked up a chance card that said, "Go directly to Mayfair Place, do not pass go, do not collect 200 pounds", and Mayfair Place had a hotel on it. And so I was out of the game. So while I was out of the game I said, "Well, this is a good time to write my song about London", you know, England, "swings like a pendulum do", and all that. And I sat down and began to write. And the girl whose flat I was staying in was named Marcie, and I'd met Marcie in Toronto--Ontario and I stayed with her in London. And while I stayed with her in London, I found out that she lived next door to me in New York for two months and we didn't even know it. We'd met in Toronto and we didn't know that either of us would ever be in New York. (tunes guitar) So even though this isn't specifically for my friend, Marcie, I took poetic license and borrowed her name. And is sort of a song for every girl who's had to come to NY (strums) and a lot of fellas, too. And it's called "Portrait in Red and Green".

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WoodstockChild69 on

She paints a beautiful picture of a lonely woman and her troubles she endures throughout her life. It's hauntingly beautiful, yet sad at the same time.

georgecobbold on

This song is still growing on me. In context of the album I love how movement is represented. Is she going from the city to her home town to the sea?XX

PoetryMan11 on

Although this song is great alone, when listened to as a medly with Nathan LaFreneer (as it appears on the album first Marcie then Nathan LaFreneer) they are a kind of musical rhymed couplet and mini-concerto of a lonely girl in a big oddslot city making her inglorious retreat to somewhere. Together they are musical synergy at its best.
You can hear it as I mentioned at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Bd0ziNrMgA
The sound is somewhat messy on sustained notes, but Joni's lyric interpretation shines through that minor technical issue.