Biografía:
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.
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Otras canciones:
- '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
¡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!
Michael Maher
An attempt at documenting the chords from the rendition by Stocky76
http://youtube.com/watch?v=L7yMMi--3aw
Capo on 3rd Fret
Intro
D G D Gmaj7
D G A7 D
Oh, where is your inflammatory writ
D G A7 D
Your text that would incite a light, "Be lit"
D
Our music deserving devotion unswerving
Cry "Do I deserve her?" with unflagging fervor
G A7 D
Well, no you do not, if you cannot get over it
Gmaj7 Bm
But what's it mean when suddenly we're spent, tell me true
Gmaj7 Bm
Ambition came and reared its head, and went far from you
Gmaj7
Even mollusks have weddings, though solemn and leaden
Bm
But you dirge for the dead, take no jam on your bread
D G A7 D
Just a supper of salt and a waltz through your empty bed
F A7
And all at once it came to me
Dm F
And I wrote and hunched 'till four-thirty
Cm Gm
But that vestal light
A7 D
It burns out with the night
G7 Dm
In spite of all the time that we spent on it
F
One bedraggled ghost of a sonnet
G D
While outside, the wild boars root
Bm A7
Without bending a bough underfoot
C
Oh it breaks my heart
G
I don't know how they do it
So don't ask me
And as for my inflammatory writ
Well, I wrote it an I was not inflamed one bit
Advice from the master derailed that disaster
He said "Hand that pen over to me, poetaster!"
While across the great plains, keening lovely and awful
Ululate the last Great American Novels
An unlawful lot, left to stutter and freeze, floodlit
D C G A7 D
But at least they didn't run, to their undying credit
An attempt at documenting the chords from the rendition by Stocky76
http://youtube.com/watch?v=L7yMMi--3aw
Capo on 3rd Fret
Intro
D G D Gmaj7
D G A7 D
Oh, where is your inflammatory writ
D G A7 D
Your text that would incite a light, "Be lit"
D
Our music deserving devotion unswerving
Cry "Do I deserve her?" with unflagging fervor
G A7 D
Well, no you do not, if you cannot get over it
Gmaj7 Bm
But what's it mean when suddenly we're spent, tell me true
Gmaj7 Bm
Ambition came and reared its head, and went far from you
Gmaj7
Even mollusks have weddings, though solemn and leaden
Bm
But you dirge for the dead, take no jam on your bread
D G A7 D
Just a supper of salt and a waltz through your empty bed
F A7
And all at once it came to me
Dm F
And I wrote and hunched 'till four-thirty
Cm Gm
But that vestal light
A7 D
It burns out with the night
G7 Dm
In spite of all the time that we spent on it
F
One bedraggled ghost of a sonnet
G D
While outside, the wild boars root
Bm A7
Without bending a bough underfoot
C
Oh it breaks my heart
G
I don't know how they do it
So don't ask me
And as for my inflammatory writ
Well, I wrote it an I was not inflamed one bit
Advice from the master derailed that disaster
He said "Hand that pen over to me, poetaster!"
While across the great plains, keening lovely and awful
Ululate the last Great American Novels
An unlawful lot, left to stutter and freeze, floodlit
D C G A7 D
But at least they didn't run, to their undying credit
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