Joanna Newsom (nacida el 18 de enero de 1982 en la ciudad de Nevada, California) es una cantante, instrumentista y compositora estadounidense, que combina el canto con el sonido del arpa. Sus canciones son de una temática notablemente madura, en constraste con su luminoso e inocente estilo de canto.
Comenzó a tocar el arpa a los 7 años de edad. Estudió música y escritura creativa en el Mills College. También toca el piano y el clavicordio.
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
------------------------------------------------------------------------------- What We Have Known - Joanna Newsom ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tabbed by: C Demmings Email: [email protected]
Tuning: Standard
These lyrics are for the version found on the Sprout and the Bean Single, the better version, compared to the earlier version on Yarn and Glue.
C#G#m The tadpole buoyant as basalt The seashorse horsing in the salt The owlet in his greenery The narwhal in his cup of sea C# They all believe F# They all believe
CmF#
CmF# But collusion bleeds through back allies From parapets that end in feet When one is weak we discretely meet We throw the bones into the street As they progress We retreat
G#A#mF# And all the books our fathers wrote Are in the middle of the road Little by little we implode History brittle, brown and broke We can't remember what was spoke So we stare in wonder at the smoke What it begets is born alone We know not now what we have known
BG#F#C# Ladies breathe deep against your whale bones When your children come back made of stone
C#G#m And the terror seething seas away Is like the wheezing of the bay In miniature agonies That travel westward on the breeze C#F# And bring us all to our knees
CmF#
And the dappled horse the sorrowed mare With eyes that do not see but stare Beneath boots as black as malachite He drives a nag into the night Into the night
And all the baby boys we've born With eyes averted from the storm Sent off to die in perfect form We know not now what we have known
Satellite photos and rhetoric See how the euphemisms stick And when they come back broke and burned Those who return have not returned
Ladies breathe deep against your whale bones When your children come back made of stone