Newsom talked about its creation;
"The evolution of the song took a long time. I knew from very early on in its life that I wanted it to be a very long song, that it would be vulgar to make it short. But it took me a long time to finish it.
I worked sectionally, I guess - I knew where each section was supposed to go, I knew the story I wanted to tell, more or less, and the order in which I wanted each piece of the story to appear. I know I'm using the word 'story' real loosely here, but the song is telling a story, from where I'm standing.
But some of the pieces were a long time coming. I might have had some lyrics, and some instrumental passages, and then I'd get a bit more in the way of words, or a bit more in the way of music, and I'd just kind of whittle away at the thing awhile and then wait it out again.
As far as the specifics of the verse, the "poetic devices" employed and all that - I have to say that it makes me feel uncomfortable to think too much in those terms when I'm looking at my own songs. I love looking at other people's music real close-up, like that, but I feel like I worked hard enough writing the dang thing, and I shouldn't really have to go back and explain what I was doing from a technical standpoint or analyze my own style - just makes me feel squeamish and claustrophobic."
Only Skin
Joanna Newsom Lyrics
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That night, black airplanes flew over the sea
And they were lowing and shifting like
Beached whales
Shelled snails
As you strained and you squinted to see
The retreat of their hairless and blind cavalry
Prayed for your poor soul
Sky was a bread roll, soaking in a milk-bowl
And when the bread broke, fell in bricks of wet smoke
My sleeping heart woke, and my waking heart spoke
And there was a silence you took to mean something
Run, sing
For alive you will evermore be
And the plague of the greasy black engines a-skulkin'
Has gone east
While you're left to explain them to me
Released from their hairless and blind cavalry
With your hands in your pockets, stubbily running
To where I'm unfresh, undressed and yawning
Well, what is this craziness? This crazy talking?
You caught some small death when you were sleepwalking
It was a dark dream, darlin', it's over
The firebreather is beneath the clover
Beneath his breathing there is cold clay, forever
A toothless hound-dog choking on a feather
But I took my fishingpole, fearing your fever
Down to the swimminghole, where there grows bitter herb
That blooms but one day a year by the riverside, I'd bring it here
Apply it gently
To the love you've lent me
While the river was twisting and braiding, the bait bobbed
And the string sobbed, as it cut through the hustling breeze
And I watched how the water was kneading so neatly
Gone treacly
Nearly slowed to a stop in this heat
In a frenzy coiling flush along the muscles beneath
Press on me, we are restless things
Webs of seaweed are swaddling
And you call upon the dusk
Of the musk of a squid
Shot full of ink, until you sink into your crib
Rowing along, among the reeds, among the rushes
I heard your song, before my heart had time to hush it!
Smell of a stone fruit being cut and being opened
Smell of a low and of a lazy cinder smoking
And when the fire moves away
Fire moves away, son
Why would you say
I was the last one?
Scrape your knee; it is only skin
Makes the sound of violins
And when I cut your hair, and leave the birds all of the trimmings
I am the happiest woman among all women
And the shallow
Water
Stretches as far as I can see
Knee-deep, trudging along
The seagull weeps "so long"
Humming a threshing song
Until the night is over
Hold on!
Hold on!
Hold your horses back from the fickle dawn
I have got some business out at the edge of town
Candy weighing both of my pockets down
'Til I can hardly stay afloat, from the weight of them
And knowing how the common-folk condemn
What it is I do, to you, to keep you warm
Being a woman, being a woman
But always up the mountainside you're clambering
Groping 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 rain
Little sister, he will be back again
I have washed a thousand spiders down the drain
Spiders ghosts hang soaked and dangelin'
Silently from all the blooming cherry trees
In tiny nooses, safe from everyone
Nothing but a nuisance gone now, dead and done
Be a woman, be a woman
Though we felt the spray of the waves
We decided to stay till the tide rose too far
We weren't afraid, 'cause we know what you are
And you know that we know what you are
Awful atoll
Oh, incalculable indiscreetness and sorrow
Bawl, bellow
Sibyl sea-cow, all done up in a bow
Toddle and roll
Teeth an impalpable bit of leather
While yarrow, heather and hollyhock
Awkwardly molt along the shore
Are you mine?
My heart?
Mine anymore?
Stay with me for awhile
That's an awfully real gun
I know life will lay you down
As the lightning has lately done
Failing this, failing this
Follow me, my sweetest friend
To see what you anointed in pointing your gun there
Lay it down, nice and slow
There is nowhere to go, save up
Up where the light, undiluted, is weaving in a drunk dream
At the sight of my baby, out back
Back on the patio watching the bats bring night in
While, elsewhere, estuaries of wax-white
Wend, endlessly, towards seashores unmapped
Last week our picture window produced a half-word
Heavy and hollow, hit by a brown bird
We stood and watched her gape like a rattlesnake
And paint and labour over every intake
I said a sort of prayer for some sort of rare grace
Then thought I ought to take her to a higher place
Said "dog nor vulture nor cat shall toy with you
And though you die, bird, you will have a fine view"
Then in my hot hand
She slumped her sick weight
We tramped through the poison oak
Heartbroke and inchoate
The dogs were snapping
And you cuffed their collars
While I climbed the tree-house
Then how I hollered
Well, 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, often
According to the hoarding of these clues
Dogs still run roughly around
Little tufts of finch-down
And the cities we passed were a flickering wasteland
But his hand in my hand made them hale and harmless
While down in the lowlands the crops are all coming
We have everything
Life is thundering blissful towards death
In a stampede of his fumbling green gentleness
You stopped by, I was all alive
In my doorway, we shucked and jived
And when you wept, I was gone
See, I got gone when I got wise
But I can't with certainty say we survived
Then down, and down
And down, and down
And down, and deeper
Stoke without sound
The blameless flames
You endless sleeper
Through fire below, and fire above, and fire within
Sleeped through the things that couldn't have been if you hadn't have been
And when the fire moves away
Fire moves away, son
And why would you say
I was the last one?
All my bones they are gone, gone, gone
Take my bones, I don't need none
Cold, cold cupboard, lord, nothing to chew on
Suck all day on a cherry stone
Dig a little hole, not three inches round
Spit your pit in a hole in the ground
Weep 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 knee
What'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 head
Come across the desert with no shoes on
I love you truly, or I love no-one
Fire moves away
Fire moves away, son
Why would you say
That I was the last one
Last one
Clear the room! There's a fire, a fire, a fire
Get going, and I'm going to be right behind you
And if the love of a woman or two, dear
Couldn't move you to such heights, then all I can do
Is do, my darling, right by you
The lyrics to Joanna Newsom's song "Only Skin" describe a surreal scene wherein the singer is watching black airplanes fly over the sea. The planes are compared to beached whales and shelled snails. The singer sees a retreat of a hairless and blind cavalry and experiences a moment of silence before chanting to stay alive. The second stanza contrasts this surreal experience with the mundane reality of running with hands in pockets to where the singer is standing. The singer catches a small death in their sleepwalking and has a dark dream where the firebreather is beneath the clover. The lyrics include a fishing pole and bitter herb that blooms one day a year to apply gently to the love the singer has borrowed. The lyrics also include a sequence describing the weaving seaweed and the twisting and braiding river as the singer addresses the notion of restlessness.
The lyrics are characterized by surreal imagery and juxtaposition. The airplane is compared to beached whales and shelled snails. The world in the song shifts back and forth between the surreal and the mundane. The lyrics reference "Sisyphus" and "spiders ghosts hang soaked and dangelin'" to build up to the climax where the fire moves away, and the song seems to end on a note of uncertainty. In contrast to the surrealism, there is an undercurrent of sadness, as evident in the line, "Are you mine? / My heart? / Mine anymore?"
Line by Line Meaning
And there was a booming above you
A loud noise or disturbance occurred near you
That night, black airplanes flew over the sea
Dark planes were flying across the ocean
And they were lowing and shifting like
The planes were making lowing sounds and moving
Beached whales
Similar to how whales stranded on the beach would move
Shelled snails
Similar to how snails with shells would move
As you strained and you squinted to see
You were trying hard to see
The retreat of their hairless and blind cavalry
The planes were moving away, and they were compared to a cavalry that was hairless and blind
You froze in your sand shoal
You became still in your sandy area
Prayed for your poor soul
You hoped for the safety of your soul
Sky was a bread roll, soaking in a milk-bowl
The sky resembled a roll of bread being soaked in a bowl of milk
And when the bread broke, fell in bricks of wet smoke
When the bread broke, it fell in pieces resembling wet smoke
My sleeping heart woke, and my waking heart spoke
My heart, both in sleep and when awake, experienced a change
And there was a silence you took to mean something
The absence of noise indicated something to you
Run, sing
You were encouraged to run and sing
For alive you will evermore be
You will continue to be alive
And the plague of the greasy black engines a-skulkin'
The plague caused by the dirty black engines was lurking
Has gone east
It moved towards the east
While you're left to explain them to me
You were left with the task of explaining them to me
Released from their hairless and blind cavalry
Freed from the group resembling a hairless and blind cavalry
With your hands in your pockets, stubbily running
You were running clumsily with your hands in your pockets
To where I'm unfresh, undressed and yawning
You were running towards me while I was in a state of being unclean, undressed, and yawning
Well, what is this craziness? This crazy talking?
You were confused about the strange behavior or conversation
You caught some small death when you were sleepwalking
You experienced some negative consequence when you were sleepwalking
It was a dark dream, darlin', it's over
It was a negative dream, my dear, and now it's finished
The firebreather is beneath the clover
The person who breathes fire is hidden under the clover
Beneath his breathing there is cold clay, forever
Under his breath, there is eternal cold clay
A toothless hound-dog choking on a feather
A toothless dog struggling to breathe because of a feather
But I took my fishingpole, fearing your fever
I took my fishing pole because I was worried about your illness
Down to the swimminghole, where there grows bitter herb
I went to a swimming hole where a bitter herb grows
That blooms but one day a year by the riverside, I'd bring it here
The herb only blossoms once a year near the river, so I brought it here
Apply it gently
I gently applied the herb
To the love you've lent me
To the love you have given me
While the river was twisting and braiding, the bait bobbed
As the river twisted and turned, the bait floated
And the string sobbed, as it cut through the hustling breeze
The fishing line made a sound as it moved through the wind
And I watched how the water was kneading so neatly
I observed how the water was mixing together in a neat manner
Gone treacly
It quickly turned thick and syrupy
Nearly slowed to a stop in this heat
It almost completely stopped due to the high temperature
In a frenzy coiling flush along the muscles beneath
In a frantic manner, tightly wrapping around the muscles underneath
Press on me, we are restless things
Push against me, we are beings that can't stay still
Webs of seaweed are swaddling
Seaweed is wrapping around us like a blanket
And you call upon the dusk
You summon the evening
Of the musk of a squid
The scent of a squid
Shot full of ink, until you sink into your crib
Sprayed with ink until you fall into your bed
Rowing along, among the reeds, among the rushes
Moving through the water, surrounded by plants and rushes
I heard your song, before my heart had time to hush it!
I heard your melody before my heart had a chance to quiet down
Smell of a stone fruit being cut and being opened
The scent of a fruit being sliced and opened
Smell of a low and of a lazy cinder smoking
The smell of a smoldering and slow-burning ember
And when the fire moves away
When the fire moves further
Why would you say
Why would you claim
I was the last one?
That I was the final person?
Scrape your knee; it is only skin
You hurt your knee, but it's just the outer layer of skin
Makes the sound of violins
Causes a sound similar to that of violins
And when I cut your hair, and leave the birds all of the trimmings
When I trim your hair and give the leftover pieces to the birds
I am the happiest woman among all women
I am the happiest woman compared to everyone else
And the shallow
And the shallow water
Stretches as far as I can see
Extends as far as my vision allows
Knee-deep, trudging along
Walking through the water up to my knees
The seagull weeps 'so long'
The seagull cries 'goodbye'
Humming a threshing song
Singing a song related to the process of threshing
Until the night is over
Continuing until the night is finished
Hold on!
Wait!
Hold on!
Wait!
Hold your horses back from the fickle dawn
Don't rush into the uncertain morning
I have got some business out at the edge of town
I have something to take care of on the outskirts of the town
Candy weighing both of my pockets down
Candy is making my pockets heavy
'Til I can hardly stay afloat, from the weight of them
To the point where I can barely stay above water due to their weight
And knowing how the common-folk condemn
Aware of how the common people criticize
What it is I do, to you, to keep you warm
The actions I take to keep you safe and comfortable
Being a woman, being a woman
Simply because I am a woman
But always up the mountainside you're clambering
But you are always climbing up the mountainside
Groping blindly, hungry for anything
Searching blindly and desperately for something
Picking through your pocket linings, well, what is this?
Searching through your pockets, what did you find?
Scrap of sassafras, eh Sisyphus?
A small piece of sassafras bark, reminiscent of Sisyphus
I see the blossoms broke and wet after the rain
I observe the flowers broken and wet after the rain
Little sister, he will be back again
Don't worry, little sister, he will return
I have washed a thousand spiders down the drain
I have rinsed a thousand spiders down the drain
Spiders ghosts hang soaked and dangelin'
The ghosts of spiders hang wet and dangling
Silently from all the blooming cherry trees
Quietly from the cherry trees in bloom
In tiny nooses, safe from everyone
In small loops, protected from everyone else
Nothing but a nuisance gone now, dead and done
Just a bothersome thing, now gone and finished
Be a woman, be a woman
Embrace your femininity, be a woman
Though we felt the spray of the waves
Even though we felt the splash of the waves
We decided to stay till the tide rose too far
We chose to remain until the tide became too high
We weren't afraid, 'cause we know what you are
We weren't scared, because we know your true nature
And you know that we know what you are
And you are aware that we know your true nature
Awful atoll
Terrible island
Oh, incalculable indiscreetness and sorrow
Oh, immeasurable lack of judgment and sadness
Bawl, bellow
Cry out loudly
Sibyl sea-cow, all done up in a bow
A mystical sea creature, adorned with a bow
Toddle and roll
Walk unsteadily and roll
Teeth an impalpable bit of leather
Teeth made of a barely perceptible piece of leather
While yarrow, heather and hollyhock
While plants called yarrow, heather, and hollyhock
Awkwardly molt along the shore
Shed their outer layers clumsily along the shoreline
Are you mine?
Do you belong to me?
My heart?
My heart?
Mine anymore?
Belong to me anymore?
Stay with me for awhile
Remain with me for a short time
That's an awfully real gun
Referring to a gun that appears extremely real
I know life will lay you down
I know life will cause you to feel defeated
As the lightning has lately done
Similar to how lightning has recently struck
Failing this, failing this
If this doesn't work, if this fails
Follow me, my sweetest friend
Come with me, my dearest friend
To see what you anointed in pointing your gun there
To see what you targeted by pointing your gun in that direction
Lay it down, nice and slow
Place it down gently and slowly
There is nowhere to go, save up
There is no other place to go, other than up
Up where the light, undiluted, is weaving in a drunk dream
Where the pure light is intertwining in a dreamlike state
At the sight of my baby, out back
When I see my loved one outside
Back on the patio watching the bats bring night in
On the patio, observing bats signaling the arrival of night
While, elsewhere, estuaries of wax-white
Meanwhile, rivers of wax-like white substance
Wend, endlessly, towards seashores unmapped
Continuously flow towards undiscovered seashores
Last week our picture window produced a half-word
Our large window revealed a partially formed word
Heavy and hollow, hit by a brown bird
Weighty and empty, struck by a brown bird
We stood and watched her gape like a rattlesnake
We stood and observed her opening her mouth like a rattlesnake
And paint and labour over every intake
And carefully consider every breath
I said a sort of prayer for some sort of rare grace
I uttered a prayer seeking some extraordinary grace
Then thought I ought to take her to a higher place
Then I believed it was necessary to bring her to a higher location
Said "dog nor vulture nor cat shall toy with you
I said, "No dog, vulture, or cat will harm you
And though you die, bird, you will have a fine view"
And even if you die, bird, you will have a beautiful sight"
Then in my hot hand
Then in my warm hand
She slumped her sick weight
She let her sick body lean
We tramped through the poison oak
We walked through the poison oak
Heartbroke and inchoate
Heartbroken and undecided
The dogs were snapping
The dogs were biting
And you cuffed their collars
And you struck their collars
While I climbed the tree-house
While I climbed up the tree-house
Then how I hollered
Then how I yelled
Well, she'd lain, as still as a stone, in my palm, for a lifetime or two
She had remained motionless in my hand for a long time
Then, saw the treetops, cocked her head and up and flew
Then she noticed the tops of the trees, turned her head, and flew away
While, back in the world that moves, often
Meanwhile, in the ever-changing world
According to the hoarding of these clues
Based on the gathering of these signs
Dogs still run roughly around
Dogs still move roughly and disorganized
Little tufts of finch-down
Small pieces of finch feathers
And the cities we passed were a flickering wasteland
The cities we traveled through were like a constantly changing and desolate area
But his hand in my hand made them hale and harmless
But having his hand in my hand made them healthy and harmless
While down in the lowlands the crops are all coming
Meanwhile, in the low-lying areas, the crops are growing
We have everything
We possess all that we need
Life is thundering blissful towards death
Life is hurtling joyfully towards its end
In a stampede of his fumbling green gentleness
In a surge of his awkward and tender green presence
You stopped by, I was all alive
You visited me, and I felt fully alive
In my doorway, we shucked and jived
In my doorway, we played and danced
And when you wept, I was gone
And when you cried, I left
See, I got gone when I got wise
You see, I left when I became more knowledgeable
But I can't with certainty say we survived
But I can't definitively say that we made it through
Then down, and down
Then descending, deeper and deeper
And down, and down
And descending more, even deeper
And down, and deeper
And farther down, and deeper
Stoke without sound
Fuel without making a noise
The blameless flames
The innocent flames
You endless sleeper
You who never wakes up
Through fire below, and fire above, and fire within
Through fire beneath, above, and inside
Sleeped through the things that couldn't have been if you hadn't have been
Slept through events that wouldn't have occurred if you weren't present
All my bones they are gone, gone, gone
All my bones have disappeared
Take my bones, I don't need none
You can have my bones, I don't need them
Cold, cold cupboard, lord, nothing to chew on
A cold and empty cupboard with nothing to eat
Suck all day on a cherry stone
Spend the entire day sucking on a cherry pit
Dig a little hole, not three inches round
Dig a small hole, not even three inches in diameter
Spit your pit in a hole in the ground
Spit your cherry pit into the hole
Weep upon the spot for the starving of me
Cry for the hunger I endured
'Till up grow a fine young cherry tree
Until a beautiful young cherry tree grows
Well when the bough breaks, what'll you make for me?
When the branch snaps, what will you create for me?
A little willow cabin to rest on your knee
A small cabin made of willow branches for you to lean on
What'll I do with a trinket such as this?
What can I do with such a small and insignificant item?
Think of your woman, who's gone to the west
Remember your woman, who has traveled to the west
But I'm starving and freezing in my measly old bed
But I'm hungry and cold in my small and worn-out bed
Then I'll crawl across the salt flats to stroke your sweet head
Then I'll crawl across the salty plains to caress your head
Come across the desert with no shoes on
Walk across the desert barefoot
I love you truly, or I love no-one
I love you sincerely, or I don't love anyone
Fire moves away
The fire moves further
Fire moves away, son
The fire moves further, my child
Why would you say
Why would you claim
I was the last one?
That I was the final person?
Clear the room! There's a fire, a fire, a fire
Empty the room! There's a fire, a fire, a fire
Get going, and I'm going to be right behind you
Start moving, and I'll follow closely behind
And if the love of a woman or two, dear
And if the love of one or two women, my dear
Couldn't move you to such heights, then all I can do
Couldn't inspire you to achieve great things, then the only thing I can do
Is do, my darling, right by you
Is to support and be there for you, my love
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: JOANNA NEWSOM
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And there was a booming above you
That night, black airplanes flew over the sea
And they were lowing and shifting like
Beached whales
Shelled snails
As you strained and you squinted to see
The retreat of their hairless and blind cavalry
You froze in your sand shoal
Prayed for your poor soul
Sky was a bread roll, soaking in a milk-bowl
And when the bread broke, fell in bricks of wet smoke
My sleeping heart woke, and my waking heart spoke
And there was a silence you took to mean something
Run, sing
For alive you will evermore be
And the plague of the greasy black engines a-skulkin'
Has gone east
While you're left to explain them to me
Released from their hairless and blind cavalry
With your hands in your pockets, stubbily running
To where I'm unfresh, undressed and yawning
Well, what is this craziness? This crazy talking?
You caught some small death when you were sleepwalking
It was a dark dream, darlin', it's over
The firebreather is beneath the clover
Beneath his breathing there is cold clay, forever
A toothless hound-dog choking on a feather
But I took my fishingpole, fearing your fever
Down to the swimminghole, where there grows bitter herb
That blooms but one day a year by the riverside, I'd bring it here
Apply it gently
To the love you've lent me
While the river was twisting and braiding, the bait bobbed
And the string sobbed, as it cut through the hustling breeze
And I watched how the water was kneading so neatly
Gone treacly
Nearly slowed to a stop in this heat
In a frenzy coiling flush along the muscles beneath
Press on me, we are restless things
Webs of seaweed are swaddling
And you call upon the dusk
Of the musk of a squid
Shot full of ink, until you sink into your crib
Rowing along, among the reeds, among the rushes
I heard your song, before my heart had time to hush it!
Smell of a stone fruit being cut and being opened
Smell of a low and of a lazy cinder smoking
And when the fire moves away
Fire moves away, son
Why would you say
I was the last one?
Scrape your knee, it is only skin
Makes the sound of violins
And when I cut your hair, and leave the birds all of the trimmings
I am the happiest woman among all women
And the shallow
Water
Stretches as far as I can see
Knee-deep, trudging along
The seagull weeps "so long"
Humming a threshing song
Until the night is over
Hold on!
Hold on!
Hold your horses back from the fickle dawn
I have got some business out at the edge of town
Candy weighing both of my pockets down
'Til I can hardly stay afloat, from the weight of them
And knowing how the common-folk condemn
What it is I do, to you, to keep you warm
Being a woman, being a woman
But always up the mountainside you're clambering
Groping 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 rain
Little sister, he will be back again
I have washed a thousand spiders down the drain
Spiders ghosts hang soaked and dangelin'
Silently from all the blooming cherry trees
In tiny nooses, safe from everyone
Nothing but a nuisance gone now, dead and done
Be a woman, be a woman
Though we felt the spray of the waves
We decided to stay till the tide rose too far
We weren't afraid, 'cause we know what you are
And you know that we know what you are
Awful atoll
Oh, incalculable indiscreetness and sorrow
Bawl, bellow
Sibyl sea-cow, all done up in a bow
Toddle and roll
Teeth an impalpable bit of leather
While yarrow, heather and hollyhock
Awkwardly molt along the shore
Are you mine?
My heart?
Mine anymore?
Stay with me for awhile
That's an awfully real gun
I know life will lay you down
As the lightning has lately done
Failing this, failing this
Follow me, my sweetest friend
To see what you anointed in pointing your gun there
Lay it down, nice and slow
There is nowhere to go, save up
Up where the light, undiluted, is weaving in a drunk dream
At the sight of my baby, out back
Back on the patio watching the bats bring night in
While, elsewhere, estuaries of wax-white
Wend, endlessly, towards seashores unmapped
Last week our picture window produced a half-word
Heavy and hollow, hit by a brown bird
We stood and watched her gape like a rattlesnake
And paint and labour over every intake
I said a sort of prayer for some sort of rare grace
Then thought I ought to take her to a higher place
Said "dog nor vulture nor cat shall toy with you
And though you die, bird, you will have a fine view"
Then in my hot hand
She slumped her sick weight
We tramped through the poison oak
Heartbroke and inchoate
The dogs were snapping
And you cuffed their collars
While I climbed the tree-house
Then how I hollered
Well, 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, often
According to the hoarding of these clues
Dogs still run roughly around
Little tufts of finch-down
And the cities we passed were a flickering wasteland
But his hand in my hand made them hale and harmless
While down in the lowlands the crops are all coming
We have everything
Life is thundering blissful towards death
In a stampede of his fumbling green gentleness
You stopped by, I was all alive
In my doorway, we shucked and jived
And when you wept, I was gone
See, I got gone when I got wise
But I can't with certainty say we survived
Then down, and down
And down, and down
And down, and deeper
Stoke without sound
The blameless flames
You endless sleeper
Through fire below, and fire above, and fire within
Sleeped through the things that couldn't have been if you hadn't have been
And when the fire moves away
Fire moves away, son
And why would you say
I was the last one?
All my bones they are gone, gone, gone
Take my bones, I don't need none
Cold, cold cupboard, lord, nothing to chew on
Suck all day on a cherry stone
Dig a little hole, not three inches round
Spit your pit in a hole in the ground
Weep 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 knee
What'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 head
Come across the desert with no shoes on
I love you truly, or I love no one
Fire moves away
Fire moves away, son
Why would you say
That I was the last one
Last one
Clear the room! There's a fire, a fire, a fire
Get going, and I'm going to be right behind you
And if the love of a woman or two, dear
Couldn't move you to such heights, then all I can do
Is do, my darling, right by you
Cana Dey
This will always be, in my opinion one of the greatest songs ever written. The lyrics alone just in this one song are comparable to some of the best poets of all time. Literally made my wig FLY the first time I ever heard this and continues to.
bumbleboo twiddletoes
100% agreed. This whole record is an absolute top level master class in poetry, symbolism, metaphors, allegory, & music composition, production, & mixing. There exists no other recording artist who can bring me to tears every single time I listen to their work. Joanna does it every single time.
Vᴀɢᴀʀɪs Asᴛᴇʀ
The 'wig fly' caught me off-guard. '😭'
Lucas Wallo
How so
imogen
this is the greatest song ever written. im so glad to be alive at the same time as this masterpiece
mo mo
Period!!! Just being capable of listening to this is a lifetime experience on its own and makes worth living at least for 16:53 minutes...
Tactcat
NO TEMPORAL INFIDELITY IN THIS HOUSE
DIONYSIANMYSTERY
I agree! This is a masterful piece of work
Lana C
Me too :)
Lisa Rödjer
dude when she says "scrape, your knee, it is only skin" it gives me FULL BODY chills every time no exception