Joanna Newsom

Peach, Plum, Pear Joanna Newsom 乔安娜 Q We speak in the store I\'m a sensitive bore And you\'re markedly more And I\'m oozing suprise But it\'s late in the day And you\'re well on your way What was golden went gray And I\'m suddenly shy And the gatheri

Good Intentions Paving Company Twenty miles left to the show. Hello, my old country. Hello. Stars are just beginning to appear, and I have never, in my life, before been here. And it's my heart, not me, who cannot drive, at which conclusion you arriv

Svetlana sucks lemons across from me And I am progressing abominably And I do not know my own way to the sea But the saltiest sea knows its own way to me And the city that turns, turns protracted and slow And I find myself toeing the embarcadero And

'81 I found a little plot of land, in the garden of Eden. It was dirt, and dirt is all the same. I tilled it with my two hands, and I called it my very own; there was no one to dispute my claim. Well, you'd be shocked at the state of things-- the who

I slept all day Awoke with distaste And I railed And I raved That the difference between The sprout and the bean It is a golden ring It is a twisted string And you can ask the counsellor And you can ask the king And I'll say the same thing And it's a

if you want to come on down down with your bones so white and watch the freight trains pound into the wild, wild night how i would love to gnaw gnaw on your bones so white and watch while the freight trains paw paw at the wild, wild night all these g

That means no where I come from I am cold, out waiting for the day to come I chew my lips, and I scratch my nose feels so good to be a rose Oh don't, don't you lift me up like I'm that shy, no no no no no, just give it up There are bats all dissolvin

We sailed away on a winter's day With fate as malleable as clay But ships are fallible, I say And the nautical, like all things, fades And I can recall our caravel A little wicker beetle shell With four fine maste and lateen sails Its bearings on Cai

Easy Easy, easy. My man and me, we could rest and remain here, easily. We are tested and pained by what's beyond our bed. We are blessed and sustained by what is not said. No-one knows what is coming, or who will harvest what we have sewn, or how I'v