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
Four years of hard work!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
Michael Maher
An attempt at documenting the chords from the rendition by Stocky76
http://youtube.com/watch?v=L7yMMi--3aw
Capo on 3rd Fret
Intro
D G D Gmaj7
D G A7 D
Oh, where is your inflammatory writ
D G A7 D
Your text that would incite a light, "Be lit"
D
Our music deserving devotion unswerving
Cry "Do I deserve her?" with unflagging fervor
G A7 D
Well, no you do not, if you cannot get over it
Gmaj7 Bm
But what's it mean when suddenly we're spent, tell me true
Gmaj7 Bm
Ambition came and reared its head, and went far from you
Gmaj7
Even mollusks have weddings, though solemn and leaden
Bm
But you dirge for the dead, take no jam on your bread
D G A7 D
Just a supper of salt and a waltz through your empty bed
F A7
And all at once it came to me
Dm F
And I wrote and hunched 'till four-thirty
Cm Gm
But that vestal light
A7 D
It burns out with the night
G7 Dm
In spite of all the time that we spent on it
F
One bedraggled ghost of a sonnet
G D
While outside, the wild boars root
Bm A7
Without bending a bough underfoot
C
Oh it breaks my heart
G
I don't know how they do it
So don't ask me
And as for my inflammatory writ
Well, I wrote it an I was not inflamed one bit
Advice from the master derailed that disaster
He said "Hand that pen over to me, poetaster!"
While across the great plains, keening lovely and awful
Ululate the last Great American Novels
An unlawful lot, left to stutter and freeze, floodlit
D C G A7 D
But at least they didn't run, to their undying credit
An attempt at documenting the chords from the rendition by Stocky76
http://youtube.com/watch?v=L7yMMi--3aw
Capo on 3rd Fret
Intro
D G D Gmaj7
D G A7 D
Oh, where is your inflammatory writ
D G A7 D
Your text that would incite a light, "Be lit"
D
Our music deserving devotion unswerving
Cry "Do I deserve her?" with unflagging fervor
G A7 D
Well, no you do not, if you cannot get over it
Gmaj7 Bm
But what's it mean when suddenly we're spent, tell me true
Gmaj7 Bm
Ambition came and reared its head, and went far from you
Gmaj7
Even mollusks have weddings, though solemn and leaden
Bm
But you dirge for the dead, take no jam on your bread
D G A7 D
Just a supper of salt and a waltz through your empty bed
F A7
And all at once it came to me
Dm F
And I wrote and hunched 'till four-thirty
Cm Gm
But that vestal light
A7 D
It burns out with the night
G7 Dm
In spite of all the time that we spent on it
F
One bedraggled ghost of a sonnet
G D
While outside, the wild boars root
Bm A7
Without bending a bough underfoot
C
Oh it breaks my heart
G
I don't know how they do it
So don't ask me
And as for my inflammatory writ
Well, I wrote it an I was not inflamed one bit
Advice from the master derailed that disaster
He said "Hand that pen over to me, poetaster!"
While across the great plains, keening lovely and awful
Ululate the last Great American Novels
An unlawful lot, left to stutter and freeze, floodlit
D C G A7 D
But at least they didn't run, to their undying credit
