The lonely painter living in a box of paints

Yep, thats me, as a friend of mine pointed out.
The song reminds her of our spiritual Teacher and the way we can never get enough of him. “You’r in my blood like holy wine….” Kind of all very much fits except for the part of being in the bar which we were changing into car, or something like that? Makes me sad this song every time, especially thinking of our teacher not being around in person any more, although very much in spirit. But I wish so much for him to be here in person so I can ask him all sorts of questions, which he never liked, so maybe it’s not all that bad the way it is, and I am still getting my answers although in a different, unexpected way.

A case of you

Just before our love got lost you said
I am as constant as a northern star
And I said, constant in the darkness
Wheres that at?
If you want me Ill be in the bar

On the back of a cartoon coaster
In the blue tv screen light
I drew a map of canada
Oh canada
And your face sketched on it twice

Oh you are in my blood like holy wine
Oh and you taste so bitter but you taste so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you
I could drink a case of you darling
And I would still be on my feet
Oh Id still be on my feet

Oh I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I’m frightened by the devil
And I’m drawn to those ones that ain’t afraid
I remember that time that you told me, you said
Love is touching souls
Surely you touched mine
Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time

Oh you are in my blood like holy wine
And you taste so bitter but you taste so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you
I could drink a case of you darling
Still Id be on my feet
And still be on my feet

I met a woman
She had a mouth like yours
She knew your life
She knew your devils and your deeds
And she said
Color go to him, stay with him if you can
Oh but be prepared to bleed
Oh but you are in my blood you’re my holy wine
Oh and you taste so bitter, bitter and so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you darling
Still Id be on my feet
Id still be on my feet
Joni Mitchell