The meadowlark and the chim-choo-ree and the sparrow Set to the sky in a flying spree, for the sport of the pharaoh A little while later the Pharisees dragged a comb through the meadow Do you remember what they called up to you and me in our window? There is a rusty light on the pines tonight Some corn wine, Lord, or merlot Into the bones of the birches And the spires of the churches Jutting out from the shadows And the yoke and the axe and the old smokestacks and the bale and the barrow And everything sloped like it was dragged from a rope In the mouth of the south below. That the meteorite is a source of the light And the meteor's just what we see And the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee And the meteorite's just what causes the light And the meteor's how it's perceived And the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee You came and lay a cold compress upon the mess I'm in Threw the windows wide and cried: Amen!
B i o g r a p h y (by Heather Phares) Although Joanna Newsom's Appalachian-meets-avant-garde take on folk music is her most celebrated work, her range is even more inclusive than her solo career suggests: the classically trained harpist adds a decidedly different, textural sound to Nervous Cop, the noise rock trio that also features Deerhoof's Greg Saunier and Hella's Zach Hill, and she also. Mar 23, 2016 - Joanna Newsom's music tends to flummox the casual listener. The more attention you pay to her music and lyrics, the more lavishly you're.
Of the musk of the squid Shot full of ink, until you sink Into your crib Show me the house Upon the hill Where you were living Fireplace was stoked The cupboard stocked Full of provision And the grandfather clock Upon the wall Told us the time And then came a sound Love had to drown Love, were you dying? Oh was the fire moved away Fire moved away son? Why whould you say I was the last one? Scrub your knee, there's only skin Makes a sound of violins And you call upon the dusk Of the musk of the squid Shot full of ink until you sink Into your crib Show me the house Upon the hill Where you were living Fireplace was stoked The cupboard stocked Full of provisions And the grandfather clock Upon the wall Told us the time And then came a sound Love had to count On you dying Oh was the fire moved away? Fire, it moves away, son Oh, why would you say I was the last one?
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