Emily
Joanna Newsom
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Tuning: StandardCm7 Gm The meadowlark and theF Cm chim-choo-ree and the sparrow 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?Cm7 Gm there is a rusty light on theF Cm pines tonight sun pouring wine, lord, or marrow 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 belowG# C we've seen those mountainsG Am kneeling, felten and grey we thought our very hearts would up and melt awayC Cmaj7 from that snow in the nighttimeG Am just going and going and the stirring of wind chimes in the morning in the morningDm G Dm G helps me find my way back in from the place where I have beenF Em G (instrumental segway)Em A and, Emily - I saw you last night by the river I dreamed you were skipping little stones across the surface of the waterBm D frowning at the angle where theyC were lost, and slipped underEm forever, in a mud-cloud, mica-spangled, like the sky'd been breathing on a mirrorEm A anyhow - I sat by your side, by the water you taught me the names of the stars overhead that I wrote down in my ledgerBm D though all I knew of the roteC universe were those pleiades loosedEm in decemberContinúa después del anuncioI promised you I‘d set them to verse so I'd always rememberEm A that the meteorite is a source of the light and the meteor's just what we seeBm D and the meteoroid is a stoneC that's devoid of the fire thatEm propelled it to theeEm A and the meteorite's just what causes the light and the meteor's how it's perceivedBm DCEm and the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to theeCm7 Gm you came and lay a coldF Cm compress upon the mess I'm 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 happeningCm7 Gm the lines are fadin' in myF Cm kingdom 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 sickeningG# C in due time we will see the farG Am butte lit by a flare I've seen your bravery, and I will follow you thereC Cmaj7 and row through the nighttimeG Am gone healthy gone healthy all of a sudden in search of the midwife who could help me who could help meDm G Dm G help me find my way back in there are worries where I've beenF Em G (instrumental segway)Em A say, say, say in the lee of the bay; don't be bothered leave your troubles here where the tugboats shear the water from the waterBm D flanked by furrows, curling back,C like a match held up to aEm newspaperEm A Emily, they'll follow your lead by the letter and I make this claim, and I'm not ashamed to say I know you betterBm D what they've seen is just a beamC of your sun that banishes winterEmEm A let us go! though we know it's a hopeless endeavor the ties that bind, they are barbed and spined and hold us close foreverBm D though there is nothing wouldC help me come to grips with a skyEm that is gaping and yawning there is a song I woke with on my lips as you sailed your great ship towards the morningCm7 Gm come on home, the poppies areF Cm all grown knee-deep by 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 their browCm7 Gm and everything with wings isF Cm restless, aimless, drunk and 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 vinesG# C Pa pointed out to me, for theG Am hundredth time tonight the way the ladle leads to a dirt-red bullet of lightC Cmaj7 squint skyward and listen -G Am loving him, we move within 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 thisCm7 Gm told; the meteorite is theF Cm source of the light and the meteor's just what we 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