Lirik Lagu Sawdust & Diamonds - 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.
From the top of the flightOf the wide, white stairsThrough the rest of my lifeDo you wait for me there?
There's a bell in my earsThere's a wide white roarDrop a bell down the stairsHear it fall forevermore
Drop a bell off of the dockBlot it out in the seaDrowning mute as a rock;Sounding mutiny
There's a light in the wingsHits this system of stringsFrom the side while they swing;See the wires, the wires, the wires
And the articulationIn our elbows and kneesMakes us buckle as we couple in endless increaseAs the audience admires
And the little white doveMade with love, made with love:Made with glue, and a glove, and some pliers
Swings a low sickle arcFrom its perch in the darkSettle downSettle down my desire
And the moment I slept I was swept up in a terrible tremorThough no longer bereft, how I shook and I couldn't remember
Then the furthermost shake drove a murdering stake inAnd cleft me right down through my centerAnd I shouldn't say so, but I know that it was then, or never
Push me back into a treeBind my buttons with saltFill my long ears with beesPraying: please, please, please,Love, you ought not!No you ought not!
Then the system of strings tugs on the tip of my wings(cut from cardboard and old magazines)Makes me warble and rise like a sparrowAnd in the place where I stood, there is a circle of woodA cord or two, which you chop and you stack in your barrow
It is terribly good to carry water and chop woodStreaked with soot, heavy booted and wild-eyed;As I crash through the raftersAnd the ropes and pulleys trail afterAnd the holiest belfry burns sky-high
Then the slow lip of fire moves across the prairie with precisionWhile, somewhere, with your pliers and glue you make your first incisionAnd in a moment of almost-unbearable visionDoubled over with the hunger of lions'Hold me close', cooed the doveWho was stuffed, now, with sawdust and diamonds
I wanted to say: why the long face?Sparrow, perch and play songs of long faceBurro, buck and bray songs of long face!Sing: I will swallow your sadness and eat your cold clayJust to lift your long face
And though it may be madness, I will take to the graveYour precious longfaceAnd though our bones they may break, and our souls separate- why the long face?And though our bodies recoil from the grip of the soil- why the long face?
In the trough of the wavesWhich are pawing like dogsPitch we, pale-faced and grave,As I write in my log
Then I hear a noise from the hullSeven days out to seaAnd it is the damnable bell!
And it tolls - well, I believe, that it tolls - for me!It tolls for me!
Though my wrists and my waist seemed so easy to breakStill, my dear, I would have walked you to the very edge of the waterAnd they will recognise all the lines of your faceIn the face of the daughter of the daughter of my daughter
Darling, we will be fine, but what was yours and mineAppears to be a sandcastle that the gibbering wave takesBut if it's all just the same, then will you say my name:Say my name in the morning, so I know when the wave breaks?
I wasn't born of a whistle or milked from a thistle at twilightNo, I was all horns and thorns, sprung out fully formed, knock-kneed and uprightSo: enough of this terrorWe deserve to know lightAnd grow evermore lighter and lighterYou would have seen me throughBut I could not undo that desire
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh desireOh-oh, oh-oh-oh desireOh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh desire
From the top of the flightOf the wide, white stairsThrough the rest of my lifeDo you wait for me there
There's a bell in my earsThere's a wide white roarDrop a bell down the stairsHear it fall forevermore
Drop a bell off of the dockBlot it out in the seaDrowning mute as a rock;Sounding mutiny
There's a light in the wingsHits this system of stringsFrom the side while they swing;See the wires, the wires, the wires
And the articulationIn our elbows and kneesMakes us buckle as we couple in endless increaseAs the audience admires
And the little white doveMade with love, made with love:Made with glue, and a glove, and some pliers
Swings a low sickle arcFrom its perch in the darkSettle downSettle down my desire
And the moment I slept I was swept up in a terrible tremorThough no longer bereft, how I shook and I couldn't remember
Then the furthermost shake drove a murdering stake inAnd cleft me right down through my centerAnd I shouldn't say so, but I know that it was then, or never
Push me back into a treeBind my buttons with saltFill my long ears with beesPraying: please, please, please,Love, you ought not!No you ought not!
Then the system of strings tugs on the tip of my wings(cut from cardboard and old magazines)Makes me warble and rise like a sparrowAnd in the place where I stood, there is a circle of woodA cord or two, which you chop and you stack in your barrow
It is terribly good to carry water and chop woodStreaked with soot, heavy booted and wild-eyed;As I crash through the raftersAnd the ropes and pulleys trail afterAnd the holiest belfry burns sky-high
Then the slow lip of fire moves across the prairie with precisionWhile, somewhere, with your pliers and glue you make your first incisionAnd in a moment of almost-unbearable visionDoubled over with the hunger of lions'Hold me close', cooed the doveWho was stuffed, now, with sawdust and diamonds
I wanted to say: why the long face?Sparrow, perch and play songs of long faceBurro, buck and bray songs of long face!Sing: I will swallow your sadness and eat your cold clayJust to lift your long face
And though it may be madness, I will take to the graveYour precious longfaceAnd though our bones they may break, and our souls separate- why the long face?And though our bodies recoil from the grip of the soil- why the long face?
In the trough of the wavesWhich are pawing like dogsPitch we, pale-faced and grave,As I write in my log
Then I hear a noise from the hullSeven days out to seaAnd it is the damnable bell!
And it tolls - well, I believe, that it tolls - for me!It tolls for me!
Though my wrists and my waist seemed so easy to breakStill, my dear, I would have walked you to the very edge of the waterAnd they will recognise all the lines of your faceIn the face of the daughter of the daughter of my daughter
Darling, we will be fine, but what was yours and mineAppears to be a sandcastle that the gibbering wave takesBut if it's all just the same, then will you say my name:Say my name in the morning, so I know when the wave breaks?
I wasn't born of a whistle or milked from a thistle at twilightNo, I was all horns and thorns, sprung out fully formed, knock-kneed and uprightSo: enough of this terrorWe deserve to know lightAnd grow evermore lighter and lighterYou would have seen me throughBut I could not undo that desire
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh desireOh-oh, oh-oh-oh desireOh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh desire
From the top of the flightOf the wide, white stairsThrough the rest of my lifeDo you wait for me there
