Lirik Lagu Emily - Joanna Newsom
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The meadowlark and the chim-choo-ree and the sparrowSet to the sky in a flying spree, for the sport over the pharaohA little while later the Pharisees dragged comb through the meadowDo you remember what they called up to you and me, in our window?
There is a rusty light on the pines tonightSun pouring wine, lord, or marrowDown into the bones of the birchesAnd the spires of the churchesJutting out from the shadowsThe yoke, and the axe, and the old smokestacks and the bale and the barrowAnd everything sloped like it was dragged from a ropeIn the mouth of the south below
We've seen those mountains kneeling, felten and greyWe thought our very hearts would up and melt awayFrom that snow in the night timeJust goingAnd goingAnd the stirring of wind chimesIn the morningIn the morningHelps me find my way back inFrom the place where I have been
And, Emily - I saw you last night by the riverI dreamed you were skipping little stones across the surface of the waterFrowning at the angle where they were lost, and slipped under forever,In a mud-cloud, mica-spangled, like the sky'd been breathing on a mirror
Anyhow - I sat by your side, by the waterYou taught me the names of the stars overhead that I wrote down in my ledgerThough all I knew of the rote universe were those pleiades loosed in decemberI promised you I'd set them to verse so I'd always remember
That the meteorite is a source of the lightAnd the meteor's just what we seeAnd the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee
And the meteorite's just what causes the lightAnd the meteor's how it's perceivedAnd 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 inThrew the window wide and cried; Amen! Amen! Amen!The whole world - stopped - to hear you holleringYou looked down and saw now what was happening
The lines are fadin' in my kingdomThough I have never known the way to border 'em inSo the muddy mouths of baboons and sows and the grouse and the horse and the henGrope at the gate of the looming lake that was once a tidy penAnd the mail is late and the great estates are not lit from withinThe talk in town's becoming downright sickening
In due time we will see the far butte lit by a flareI've seen your bravery, and I will follow you thereAnd row through the night timeGone healthyGone healthy all of a suddenIn search of the midwifeWho could help meWho could help meHelp me find my way back inThere are worries where I've been
Say, say, say in the lee of the bay; don't be botheredLeave your troubles here where the tugboats shear the water from the waterFlanked by furrows, curling back, like a match held up to a newspaperEmily, they'll follow your lead by the letterAnd I make this claim, and I'm not ashamed to say I know you betterWhat they've seen is just a beam of your sun that banishes winter
Let us go! Though we know it's a hopeless endeavorThe ties that bind, they are barbed and spined and hold us close foreverThough there is nothing would help me come to grips with a sky that is gaping and yawningThere is a song I woke with on my lips as you sailed your great ship towards the morning
Come on home, the poppies are all grown knee-deep by nowBlossoms all have fallen, and the pollen ruins the plowPeonies nod in the breeze and while they wetly bow, withHydrocephalitic listlessness ants mop up-a their brow
And everything with wings is restless, aimless, drunk and dourThe butterflies and birds collide at hot, ungodly hoursAnd my clay-colored motherlessness rangily reclinesCome on home, now! All my bones are dolorous with vines
Pa pointed out to me, for the hundredth time tonightThe way the ladle leads to a dirt-red bullet of lightSquint skyward and listen -Loving him, we move within his borders:Just asterisms in the stars' set order
We could stand for a centuryStarin'With our heads cockedIn the broad daylight at this thingJoyLandlockedIn bodies that don't keepDumbstruck with the sweetness of beingTill we don't beTold; take thisEat this
Told, the meteorite is the source of the lightAnd the meteor's just what we seeAnd the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee
And the meteorite's just what causes the lightAnd the meteor's how it's perceivedAnd the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee
There is a rusty light on the pines tonightSun pouring wine, lord, or marrowDown into the bones of the birchesAnd the spires of the churchesJutting out from the shadowsThe yoke, and the axe, and the old smokestacks and the bale and the barrowAnd everything sloped like it was dragged from a ropeIn the mouth of the south below
We've seen those mountains kneeling, felten and greyWe thought our very hearts would up and melt awayFrom that snow in the night timeJust goingAnd goingAnd the stirring of wind chimesIn the morningIn the morningHelps me find my way back inFrom the place where I have been
And, Emily - I saw you last night by the riverI dreamed you were skipping little stones across the surface of the waterFrowning at the angle where they were lost, and slipped under forever,In a mud-cloud, mica-spangled, like the sky'd been breathing on a mirror
Anyhow - I sat by your side, by the waterYou taught me the names of the stars overhead that I wrote down in my ledgerThough all I knew of the rote universe were those pleiades loosed in decemberI promised you I'd set them to verse so I'd always remember
That the meteorite is a source of the lightAnd the meteor's just what we seeAnd the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee
And the meteorite's just what causes the lightAnd the meteor's how it's perceivedAnd 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 inThrew the window wide and cried; Amen! Amen! Amen!The whole world - stopped - to hear you holleringYou looked down and saw now what was happening
The lines are fadin' in my kingdomThough I have never known the way to border 'em inSo the muddy mouths of baboons and sows and the grouse and the horse and the henGrope at the gate of the looming lake that was once a tidy penAnd the mail is late and the great estates are not lit from withinThe talk in town's becoming downright sickening
In due time we will see the far butte lit by a flareI've seen your bravery, and I will follow you thereAnd row through the night timeGone healthyGone healthy all of a suddenIn search of the midwifeWho could help meWho could help meHelp me find my way back inThere are worries where I've been
Say, say, say in the lee of the bay; don't be botheredLeave your troubles here where the tugboats shear the water from the waterFlanked by furrows, curling back, like a match held up to a newspaperEmily, they'll follow your lead by the letterAnd I make this claim, and I'm not ashamed to say I know you betterWhat they've seen is just a beam of your sun that banishes winter
Let us go! Though we know it's a hopeless endeavorThe ties that bind, they are barbed and spined and hold us close foreverThough there is nothing would help me come to grips with a sky that is gaping and yawningThere is a song I woke with on my lips as you sailed your great ship towards the morning
Come on home, the poppies are all grown knee-deep by nowBlossoms all have fallen, and the pollen ruins the plowPeonies nod in the breeze and while they wetly bow, withHydrocephalitic listlessness ants mop up-a their brow
And everything with wings is restless, aimless, drunk and dourThe butterflies and birds collide at hot, ungodly hoursAnd my clay-colored motherlessness rangily reclinesCome on home, now! All my bones are dolorous with vines
Pa pointed out to me, for the hundredth time tonightThe way the ladle leads to a dirt-red bullet of lightSquint skyward and listen -Loving him, we move within his borders:Just asterisms in the stars' set order
We could stand for a centuryStarin'With our heads cockedIn the broad daylight at this thingJoyLandlockedIn bodies that don't keepDumbstruck with the sweetness of beingTill we don't beTold; take thisEat this
Told, the meteorite is the source of the lightAnd the meteor's just what we seeAnd the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee
And the meteorite's just what causes the lightAnd the meteor's how it's perceivedAnd the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee
