Lirik Lagu Only Skin - Joanna Newsom
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
And there was a booming above youThat night, black airplanes flew over the seaAnd they were lowing and shifting likeBeached whalesShelled snailsAs you strained and you squinted to seeThe retreat of their hairless and blind cavalry
You froze in your sand shoalPrayed for your poor soulSky was a bread roll, soaking in a milk-bowlAnd when the bread broke, fell in bricks of wet smokeMy sleeping heart woke, and my waking heart spoke
Then there was a silence you took to mean something:Mean, run, singFor alive you will evermore beAnd the plague of the greasy black engines a-skulkin'Has gone eastWhile you're left to explain them to meReleased from their hairless and blind cavalry
With your hands in your pockets, stubbily runningTo where I'm unfresh, undressed and yawningWell, what is this craziness? This crazy talking?You caught some small death when you were sleepwalking
It was a dark dream, darlin', it's overThe firebreather is beneath the cloverBeneath his breathing there is cold clay, foreverA toothless hound-dog choking on a feather
But I took my fishingpole (fearing your fever)Down to the swimminghole, where there grows bitter herbThat blooms but one day a year by the riverside - i'd bring it here:Apply it gentlyTo the love you've lent me
While the river was twisting and braiding, the bait bobbedAnd the string sobbed, as it cut through the hustling breezeAnd I watched how the water was kneading so neatlyGone treaclyNearly slowed to a stop in this heat- frenzy coiling flush along the muscles beneath
Press on me: we are restless thingsWebs of seaweed are swaddlingYou call upon the duskOf the musk of a squidShot full of ink, until you sink into your crib
Rowing along, among the reeds, among the rushesI heard your song, before my heart had time to hush it!Smell of a stone fruit being cut and being openedSmell of a low and of a lazy cinder smoking
And when the fire moves awayFire moves away, sonWhy would you sayI was the last one?
Scrape your knee; it is only skinMakes the sound of violinsWhen you cut my hair, and leave the birds the trimmingsI am the happiest woman among all women
And the shallowWaterStretches as far as I can seeKnee-deep, trudging alongA seagull weeps; "so long"
I'm humming a threshing songUntil the night is overHold on!Hold on!Hold your horses back from the fickle dawn
I have got some business out at the edge of townCandy weighing both of my pockets down'Til I can hardly stay afloat, from the weight of them(and knowing how the common-folk condemnWhat it is I do, to you, to keep you warmBeing a woman, being a woman)
But always up the mountainside you're clamberingGroping blindly, hungry for anything:Picking through your pocket linings - well, what is this?Scrap of sassafras, eh sisyphus?
I see the blossoms broke and wet after the rainLittle sister, he will be back againI have washed a thousand spiders down the drainSpiders ghosts hang soaked and dangelin'Silently from all the blooming cherry treesIn tiny nooses, safe from everyone- nothing but a nuisance; gone now, dead and doneBe a woman, be a woman!
Though we felt the spray of the wavesWe decided to stay till the tide rose too farWe weren't afraid, cause we know what you areAnd you know that we know what you are
Awful atollO, incalculable indiscreetness and sorrow!Bawl, bellow:Sibyl sea-cow, all done up in a bow
Toddle and roll;Teeth an impalpable bit of leatherWhile yarrow, heather and hollyhockAwkwardly molt along the shore
Are you mine?My heart?Mine anymore?
Stay with me for awhileThat's an awfully real gunI know life will lay you downAs the lightning has lately done
Failing this, failing this,Follow me, my sweetest friendTo see what you anointed in pointing your gun there
Lay it down! Nice and slow!There is nowhere to go, save upUp where the light, undiluted, is weaving in a drunk dreamAt the sight of my baby, out back:Back on the patio watching the bats bring night in- while, elsewhere, estuaries of wax-whiteWend, endlessly, towards seashores unmapped
Last week our picture window produced a half-wordHeavy and hollow, hit by a brown birdWe stood and watched her gape like a rattlesnakeAnd pant and labour over every intake
I said a sort of prayer for some sort of rare graceThen thought I ought to take her to a higher placeSaid: "dog nor vulture nor cat shall toy with youAnd though you die, bird, you will have a fine view"
Then in my hot handShe slumped her sick weightWe tramped through the poison oakHeartbroke and inchoate
The dogs were snappingSo you cuffed their collarsWhile I climbed the tree-houseThen how I hollered!Cause she'd lain, as still as a stone, in my palm, for a lifetime or two
Then, saw the treetops, cocked her head and up and flew(while, back in the world that moves, oftenAccording to the hoarding of these cluesDogs still run roughly aroundLittle tufts of finch-down)
The cities we passed were a flickering wastelandBut his hand in my hand made them hale and harmlessWhile down in the lowlands the crops are all coming;We have everythingLife is thundering blissful towards deathIn a stampede of his fumbling green gentleness
You stopped by, I was all aliveIn my doorway, we shucked and jivedAnd when you wept, I was gone:See, I got gone when I got wiseBut I can't with certainty say we survived
Then down, and downAnd down, and downAnd down, and deeperStoke without soundThe blameless flamesYou endless sleeper
Through fire below, and fire above, and fire withinSleeped through the things that couldn't have been if you hadn't have been
And when the fire moves awayFire moves away, sonWhy would you sayI was the last one?
All my bones they are gone, gone, goneTake my bones, I don't need noneCold, cold cupboard, lord, nothing to chew on!Suck all day on a cherry stone
Dig a little hole, not three inches roundSpit your pit in the hole in the groundWeep upon the spot for the starving of me!Till up grow a fine young cherry tree
Well when the bough breaks, what'll you make for me?A little willow cabin to rest on your kneeWhat'll I do with a trinket such as this?Think of your woman, who's gone to the west
But I'm starving and freezing in my measly old bed!Then i'll crawl across the salt flats to stroke your sweet headCome across the desert with no shoes on!I love you truly, or I love no-one
FireMovesAway
Fire moves away, sonWhy would you sayI was the last one?
Clear the room! There's a fire, a fire, a fireGet going, and I'm going to be right behind youAnd if the love of a woman or two, dear,Couldn't move you to such heights, then all I can doIs do, my darling, right by you
You froze in your sand shoalPrayed for your poor soulSky was a bread roll, soaking in a milk-bowlAnd when the bread broke, fell in bricks of wet smokeMy sleeping heart woke, and my waking heart spoke
Then there was a silence you took to mean something:Mean, run, singFor alive you will evermore beAnd the plague of the greasy black engines a-skulkin'Has gone eastWhile you're left to explain them to meReleased from their hairless and blind cavalry
With your hands in your pockets, stubbily runningTo where I'm unfresh, undressed and yawningWell, what is this craziness? This crazy talking?You caught some small death when you were sleepwalking
It was a dark dream, darlin', it's overThe firebreather is beneath the cloverBeneath his breathing there is cold clay, foreverA toothless hound-dog choking on a feather
But I took my fishingpole (fearing your fever)Down to the swimminghole, where there grows bitter herbThat blooms but one day a year by the riverside - i'd bring it here:Apply it gentlyTo the love you've lent me
While the river was twisting and braiding, the bait bobbedAnd the string sobbed, as it cut through the hustling breezeAnd I watched how the water was kneading so neatlyGone treaclyNearly slowed to a stop in this heat- frenzy coiling flush along the muscles beneath
Press on me: we are restless thingsWebs of seaweed are swaddlingYou call upon the duskOf the musk of a squidShot full of ink, until you sink into your crib
Rowing along, among the reeds, among the rushesI heard your song, before my heart had time to hush it!Smell of a stone fruit being cut and being openedSmell of a low and of a lazy cinder smoking
And when the fire moves awayFire moves away, sonWhy would you sayI was the last one?
Scrape your knee; it is only skinMakes the sound of violinsWhen you cut my hair, and leave the birds the trimmingsI am the happiest woman among all women
And the shallowWaterStretches as far as I can seeKnee-deep, trudging alongA seagull weeps; "so long"
I'm humming a threshing songUntil the night is overHold on!Hold on!Hold your horses back from the fickle dawn
I have got some business out at the edge of townCandy weighing both of my pockets down'Til I can hardly stay afloat, from the weight of them(and knowing how the common-folk condemnWhat it is I do, to you, to keep you warmBeing a woman, being a woman)
But always up the mountainside you're clamberingGroping blindly, hungry for anything:Picking through your pocket linings - well, what is this?Scrap of sassafras, eh sisyphus?
I see the blossoms broke and wet after the rainLittle sister, he will be back againI have washed a thousand spiders down the drainSpiders ghosts hang soaked and dangelin'Silently from all the blooming cherry treesIn tiny nooses, safe from everyone- nothing but a nuisance; gone now, dead and doneBe a woman, be a woman!
Though we felt the spray of the wavesWe decided to stay till the tide rose too farWe weren't afraid, cause we know what you areAnd you know that we know what you are
Awful atollO, incalculable indiscreetness and sorrow!Bawl, bellow:Sibyl sea-cow, all done up in a bow
Toddle and roll;Teeth an impalpable bit of leatherWhile yarrow, heather and hollyhockAwkwardly molt along the shore
Are you mine?My heart?Mine anymore?
Stay with me for awhileThat's an awfully real gunI know life will lay you downAs the lightning has lately done
Failing this, failing this,Follow me, my sweetest friendTo see what you anointed in pointing your gun there
Lay it down! Nice and slow!There is nowhere to go, save upUp where the light, undiluted, is weaving in a drunk dreamAt the sight of my baby, out back:Back on the patio watching the bats bring night in- while, elsewhere, estuaries of wax-whiteWend, endlessly, towards seashores unmapped
Last week our picture window produced a half-wordHeavy and hollow, hit by a brown birdWe stood and watched her gape like a rattlesnakeAnd pant and labour over every intake
I said a sort of prayer for some sort of rare graceThen thought I ought to take her to a higher placeSaid: "dog nor vulture nor cat shall toy with youAnd though you die, bird, you will have a fine view"
Then in my hot handShe slumped her sick weightWe tramped through the poison oakHeartbroke and inchoate
The dogs were snappingSo you cuffed their collarsWhile I climbed the tree-houseThen how I hollered!Cause she'd lain, as still as a stone, in my palm, for a lifetime or two
Then, saw the treetops, cocked her head and up and flew(while, back in the world that moves, oftenAccording to the hoarding of these cluesDogs still run roughly aroundLittle tufts of finch-down)
The cities we passed were a flickering wastelandBut his hand in my hand made them hale and harmlessWhile down in the lowlands the crops are all coming;We have everythingLife is thundering blissful towards deathIn a stampede of his fumbling green gentleness
You stopped by, I was all aliveIn my doorway, we shucked and jivedAnd when you wept, I was gone:See, I got gone when I got wiseBut I can't with certainty say we survived
Then down, and downAnd down, and downAnd down, and deeperStoke without soundThe blameless flamesYou endless sleeper
Through fire below, and fire above, and fire withinSleeped through the things that couldn't have been if you hadn't have been
And when the fire moves awayFire moves away, sonWhy would you sayI was the last one?
All my bones they are gone, gone, goneTake my bones, I don't need noneCold, cold cupboard, lord, nothing to chew on!Suck all day on a cherry stone
Dig a little hole, not three inches roundSpit your pit in the hole in the groundWeep upon the spot for the starving of me!Till up grow a fine young cherry tree
Well when the bough breaks, what'll you make for me?A little willow cabin to rest on your kneeWhat'll I do with a trinket such as this?Think of your woman, who's gone to the west
But I'm starving and freezing in my measly old bed!Then i'll crawl across the salt flats to stroke your sweet headCome across the desert with no shoes on!I love you truly, or I love no-one
FireMovesAway
Fire moves away, sonWhy would you sayI was the last one?
Clear the room! There's a fire, a fire, a fireGet going, and I'm going to be right behind youAnd if the love of a woman or two, dear,Couldn't move you to such heights, then all I can doIs do, my darling, right by you
