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Emily  Joanna Newsom



The [Gm]meadowlark and the [Bb]chim-choo-ree and the [F]spar[Gm]row
Set to the sky in a flying spree, for the sport over the pharaoh
Little while later the Pharisees dragged comb through the meadow
Do you remember what they called up to you and me, in our window?

there is a [Gm]rusty light on the [Bb]pines tonight sun pouring [F]wine, lord, or mar[Gm]row
down into the bones of the birches and the spires of the churches jutting out from the shadows
the oak, and the axe, and the old smokestacks and the bale and the barrow
and everything sloped like it was dragged from a rope in the mouth of the south below

[G#]we've seen those moun[C]tains kneeling, [G]felten and [Am]grey
we thought our very hearts would up and melt away
from that [C]snow in the nighttime just [G]going and [Am]going
and the stirring of wind chimes in the morning in the morning
[G]helps me find my [Am]way back in
from the place where I have been

and, [Em]Emily - I [G]saw you last night[D] by the river[Em]
I dreamed you were skipping little stones across the surface of the water
frowning at the angle where they were lost, and slipped under forever,
in a mud-cloud, mica-spangled, like the sky'd been breathing on a mirror

[Em]anyhow - I [G]sat by your side,[D] by the water[Em]
you taught me the names of the stars overhead that I wrote down in my ledger
tho all I knew of the rote universe were those pleiades loosed in december
I promised you I‘d set them to verse so I'd always remember

that the [Em]meteorite is a [G]source of the light and the [D]meteor's just what we [Em]see
and the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee
and the meteorite's just what causes the light and the meteor's how it's perceived
and the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee

[Gm]  you came and lay a [Bb]cold compress u[F]pon the mess I'm[Gm] in
threw the window wide and cried; Amen! Amen! Amen!
the whole world - stopped - to hear you hollering
you looked down and saw now what was happening

the [Gm]lines are [Bb]fadin' in my[F] king[Gm]dom
though I have never known the way to border them in
so the muddy mouths of baboons and sows and the grouse and the horse and the hen
grope at the gate of the looming lake that was once a tidy pen
and the mail is late and the great estates are not lit from within
the talk in town's becoming downright sickening


[G#]in due time [C]we will see the [G]far butte lit by a [Am]flare
I've seen your bravery, and I will follow you there
[C]and row through the nighttime gone [G]healthy gone healthy a[Am]ll of a sudden in
search of the midwife who could help me who could help me

[G]help me find my [Am]way back in
there are worries where I've been

[Em]say, say, say in the [G]lee of the bay; [D]don't be bothe[Em]red
leave your troubles here where the tugboats shear the water from the water
flanked by furrows, curling back, like a match held up to a newspaper

[Em]Emily, they'll [G]follow your lead[D] by the [Em]letter
and I make this claim, and I'm not ashamed to say I know you better
what they've seen is just a beam of your sun that banishes winter

[Em]let us go! [G]though we know it's a [D]hopeless en[Em]deavor
the ties that bind, they are barbed and spined and hold us close forever
though there is nothing would help me come to grips with a sky that is gaping and yawning
there is a song I woke with on my lips as you sailed your great ship towards the morning

[Gm]come on home, the pop[Bb]pies are all[F] grown knee-deep by[Gm] now
blossoms all have fallen, and the pollen ruins the plow
peonies nod in the breeze and while they wetly bow, with
hydrocephalitic listlessness ants mop up-a their brow

and [Gm]everything with wings is [Bb]restless, [F]aimless, drunk and[Gm] dour
the butterflies and birds collide at hot, ungodly hours
and my clay-colored motherlessness rangily reclines
- come on home, now! all my bones are dolorous with vines

[G#]Pa pointed [C]out to me, for the [G]hundredth time to[Am]night
the way the ladle leads to a dirt-red bullet of light
[C]squint skyward and listen - l[G]oving him, we move wit[Am]hin
his borders: just asterisms in the stars' set order
we could stand for a century, starin', with our heads cocked
in the broad daylight at this thing. Joy, landlocked
in bodies that don't keep, dumbstruck with the sweetness of be-
ing till we don't be told; take this and eat this

told; the [Gm]meteorite is the [Bb]source of the light and the [F]meteor's just what we [Gm]see
and the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee
and the meteorite's just what causes the light and the meteor's how it's perceived
and the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee

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