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!
[Intro]
Bb
So long
Bb
So long
Bb
So long
Bb
So long
[Verse]
Bb
So long
Ab F# Bbm
My old friend died that way:
Eb Ab F# Bbm Eb
The accumulation of time and the passing of days
Ab F#
Though she dug in her heels
Bbm Eb
Drug her wheels in the clay
[Pre-Chorus]
Ab C
She dotted her eyes;
Gm Fm
Crossed the teasels in her leaning dray
[Chorus]
Eb G
Where buzzards make circles
Bb D
(and tillers make hay):
Eb G Bb D
A dozen in kettle, comittee & wake;
Eb G
Where wind made the dust
Bb D
And sin made the snake
F C
And mama made us
Am G
But what did I make?
[Verse]
F
And how was I to know
G Am
Down in our old goldmine
G F
Where you were the king of the radio
G C
And I was the keeper of hi-fi
G F
And I was the queen of the rodeo
(And everybody'd know,)
G Am
And you were the keeper of the lions;
F
And we were gored, and abased
And adored, and erased
C
All before our time?
F G Am
It was before our time
G Am G
So how was I to know?
Bb A
How was I to know
Eb
While tune hums
Dm Gm
And the hand strikes the gong
A
And all of us plough our row
Eb
And the notes run
Dm Gm
Out of measure and out of time and landing wrong?
Bb F Am Bb
The day is long, but not so long
Ab F# Bbm
My old friend died alone
Eb Ab F# Bbm
Save for the friends and family she had known
Eb Ab
Surrounding her bed
F# Bbm
None of whom in that room
Eb
Could with certainty have said
[Pre-Chorus]
Ab C
“I've dotted my eyes
Gm Fm
Crossed the teasels in my leaning sled
[Chorus]
Eb G Bb D
Where buzzards make circles and tillers make hay:
Eb G
In windrow and bale
Bb D
With tedder and rake;
Eb G
Where Adam made ribs
Bb D
And cattle make steak.”
F C
(And the rattling nib writes
Am G
“What did I make?”)
[Verse]
F
And how was I to know
G Am
Seeing my seconds pass in a line
G F
If there was a way to reckon love
G C
Except as a symptom of time?
G F
And honey, it stretched out below us
Humming every note
G Am
From the lowest to the highest
G F
But even at the highest we were bored, and amazed
In accord, in a daze
C
All before our time
G F G Am
It was before our time
G F G Am
So how was I to know?
G F G Am
How was I to know
G F G Am
How was I to know
G F A
How was I to know
Eb
While the day slows
Dm Gm
And the sun stares, stalling
A Eb
Into the dimming barrel of night
Dm Gm
Where the stars are falling?
[Outro]
Bb F
I've got no say
Am
But still
Bb F#
I'm calling for my old friend
Ab Eb Bbm
We sow and we reap, again
Bb
So long
Bb
So long
Bb
So long
Bb
So long
[Verse]
Bb
So long
Ab F# Bbm
My old friend died that way:
Eb Ab F# Bbm Eb
The accumulation of time and the passing of days
Ab F#
Though she dug in her heels
Bbm Eb
Drug her wheels in the clay
[Pre-Chorus]
Ab C
She dotted her eyes;
Gm Fm
Crossed the teasels in her leaning dray
[Chorus]
Eb G
Where buzzards make circles
Bb D
(and tillers make hay):
Eb G Bb D
A dozen in kettle, comittee & wake;
Eb G
Where wind made the dust
Bb D
And sin made the snake
F C
And mama made us
Am G
But what did I make?
[Verse]
F
And how was I to know
G Am
Down in our old goldmine
G F
Where you were the king of the radio
G C
And I was the keeper of hi-fi
G F
And I was the queen of the rodeo
(And everybody'd know,)
G Am
And you were the keeper of the lions;
F
And we were gored, and abased
And adored, and erased
C
All before our time?
F G Am
It was before our time
G Am G
So how was I to know?
Bb A
How was I to know
Eb
While tune hums
Dm Gm
And the hand strikes the gong
A
And all of us plough our row
Eb
And the notes run
Dm Gm
Out of measure and out of time and landing wrong?
Bb F Am Bb
The day is long, but not so long
Ab F# Bbm
My old friend died alone
Eb Ab F# Bbm
Save for the friends and family she had known
Eb Ab
Surrounding her bed
F# Bbm
None of whom in that room
Eb
Could with certainty have said
[Pre-Chorus]
Ab C
“I've dotted my eyes
Gm Fm
Crossed the teasels in my leaning sled
[Chorus]
Eb G Bb D
Where buzzards make circles and tillers make hay:
Eb G
In windrow and bale
Bb D
With tedder and rake;
Eb G
Where Adam made ribs
Bb D
And cattle make steak.”
F C
(And the rattling nib writes
Am G
“What did I make?”)
[Verse]
F
And how was I to know
G Am
Seeing my seconds pass in a line
G F
If there was a way to reckon love
G C
Except as a symptom of time?
G F
And honey, it stretched out below us
Humming every note
G Am
From the lowest to the highest
G F
But even at the highest we were bored, and amazed
In accord, in a daze
C
All before our time
G F G Am
It was before our time
G F G Am
So how was I to know?
G F G Am
How was I to know
G F G Am
How was I to know
G F A
How was I to know
Eb
While the day slows
Dm Gm
And the sun stares, stalling
A Eb
Into the dimming barrel of night
Dm Gm
Where the stars are falling?
[Outro]
Bb F
I've got no say
Am
But still
Bb F#
I'm calling for my old friend
Ab Eb Bbm
We sow and we reap, again
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