Biography:
Joanna Newsom (born Joanna Caroline Newsom on 18 January 1982 in California) is an American multi-instrumentalist, songwriter, singer, and actress. Newsom was classically trained on the harp in her youth, and began her musical career as a keyboardist in 2002 in the San Francisco-based indie band The Pleased.
Newsom started taking piano lessons at a very early age and played for a couple of years, but switched to the harp at seven. Her approach to the harp
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Other songs:
- '81
- Bridges And Balloons
- Clam Crab Cockle Cowry
- Emily
- On A Good Day
- Peach, Plum, Pear
- 81
- A Pin Light Bent
- Anecdotes
- Autumn
- Baby Birch
- Book Of Right
- Ca The Yowes To The Nowes
- Cassiopeia
- Clam Crab Cockle Cowrie
- Cosmia
- Divers
- Does Not Suffice
- Easy
- En Gallop
- Esme
- Go Long
- Good Intentions Paving Company
- Goose Eggs
- Have One On Me
- In California
- Inflamatory Writ
- Inflammatory Writ
- Jackrabbits
- Kingfisher
- Leaving The City
- Look And Despair
- Make Hay
- Monkey Bear
- No Provenance
- Occident
- Only Skin
- Peach Plum Pear
- Ribbon Bows
- Sadie
- Sapokanikan
- Sawdust And Diamonds
- Soft As Chalk
- Sprout And The Bean
- Swansea
- The Divers Wife
- The Fray
- The Northstar Grassman And The Ravens
- The Things I Say
- This Side Of The Blue
- Time As A Symptom
- Waltz Of The 101St Lightborne
- What We Have Known
- You And Me Bess
- You Will Not Take My Heart Alive
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B F# A
What we built, at the kiln that won’t be stilled
G
Did not set well:
B F#
The old veil of desire
A
Like the vessels that we fired
G
Fell thin as eggshells
Bm A
And every season, somebody burns
Downtown, taking turns–
C G
Taking a bus, to take a train and just plain vamoose
Bm A
Now the wind blows coals over the hills. Honey
I’ve been paying my bills
C G
But honey it’s been a long time since I’ve come to any use
Bm
And it hurt me bad, when I heard the news
D
That you’d got that call, and could not refuse
A E
(A goose, alone, I suppose, can know the loneliness of geese
E D A F#m
Who never find their peace, whether North, or South, or West, or East, West or East;
E
And I could never find my way
D A
To being the kind of friend you seemed to need in me
G F
Till the needing had ceased.)
B F# A
Recently, a bottle of rye, and a friend, and me,
G
on our five loose legs,
B F#
had a ramble, and spoke
A G
of the scrambling of broken hopes, and goose eggs,
Bm A
and a stranger, long ago.
(Not you, honey! You, I know.)
C G
We just spoke of broken hopes and old strangers.
Bm A
Now the wind blows coals over the sea.
Tell you what, honey: you and me
C G
Better run and see if we can't contain them, first.
Bm
But you had somewhere that you had to go,
D
and you caught that flight out of Covalo.
A E
Now, overhead, you’re gunning in those Vs,
E
where you had better find your peace,
D A F#m
whether north, or south, or west, or east. West, or east.
E
And I had better find my way
D A
to being the kind of friend you seemed to need in me,
G F
at last (at least).
E
What’s redacted will repeat,
D A
and you cannot learn that you burn when you touch the heat,
F#m
so we touch the heat,
E
and we cut facsimiles of love and death
D A
(just separate holes in sheets
G F
where you cannot breathe, and you cannot see).
E D
And I cannot now, for the life of me, believe our talk—
A
our flock had cause to leave,
F#m
but do we? do we?
What we built, at the kiln that won’t be stilled
G
Did not set well:
B F#
The old veil of desire
A
Like the vessels that we fired
G
Fell thin as eggshells
Bm A
And every season, somebody burns
Downtown, taking turns–
C G
Taking a bus, to take a train and just plain vamoose
Bm A
Now the wind blows coals over the hills. Honey
I’ve been paying my bills
C G
But honey it’s been a long time since I’ve come to any use
Bm
And it hurt me bad, when I heard the news
D
That you’d got that call, and could not refuse
A E
(A goose, alone, I suppose, can know the loneliness of geese
E D A F#m
Who never find their peace, whether North, or South, or West, or East, West or East;
E
And I could never find my way
D A
To being the kind of friend you seemed to need in me
G F
Till the needing had ceased.)
B F# A
Recently, a bottle of rye, and a friend, and me,
G
on our five loose legs,
B F#
had a ramble, and spoke
A G
of the scrambling of broken hopes, and goose eggs,
Bm A
and a stranger, long ago.
(Not you, honey! You, I know.)
C G
We just spoke of broken hopes and old strangers.
Bm A
Now the wind blows coals over the sea.
Tell you what, honey: you and me
C G
Better run and see if we can't contain them, first.
Bm
But you had somewhere that you had to go,
D
and you caught that flight out of Covalo.
A E
Now, overhead, you’re gunning in those Vs,
E
where you had better find your peace,
D A F#m
whether north, or south, or west, or east. West, or east.
E
And I had better find my way
D A
to being the kind of friend you seemed to need in me,
G F
at last (at least).
E
What’s redacted will repeat,
D A
and you cannot learn that you burn when you touch the heat,
F#m
so we touch the heat,
E
and we cut facsimiles of love and death
D A
(just separate holes in sheets
G F
where you cannot breathe, and you cannot see).
E D
And I cannot now, for the life of me, believe our talk—
A
our flock had cause to leave,
F#m
but do we? do we?
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