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!
B F# A
What we built, at the kiln that won’t be stilled
G
Did not set well:
B F#
The old veil of desire
A
Like the vessels that we fired
G
Fell thin as eggshells
Bm A
And every season, somebody burns
Downtown, taking turns–
C G
Taking a bus, to take a train and just plain vamoose
Bm A
Now the wind blows coals over the hills. Honey
I’ve been paying my bills
C G
But honey it’s been a long time since I’ve come to any use
Bm
And it hurt me bad, when I heard the news
D
That you’d got that call, and could not refuse
A E
(A goose, alone, I suppose, can know the loneliness of geese
E D A F#m
Who never find their peace, whether North, or South, or West, or East, West or East;
E
And I could never find my way
D A
To being the kind of friend you seemed to need in me
G F
Till the needing had ceased.)
B F# A
Recently, a bottle of rye, and a friend, and me,
G
on our five loose legs,
B F#
had a ramble, and spoke
A G
of the scrambling of broken hopes, and goose eggs,
Bm A
and a stranger, long ago.
(Not you, honey! You, I know.)
C G
We just spoke of broken hopes and old strangers.
Bm A
Now the wind blows coals over the sea.
Tell you what, honey: you and me
C G
Better run and see if we can't contain them, first.
Bm
But you had somewhere that you had to go,
D
and you caught that flight out of Covalo.
A E
Now, overhead, you’re gunning in those Vs,
E
where you had better find your peace,
D A F#m
whether north, or south, or west, or east. West, or east.
E
And I had better find my way
D A
to being the kind of friend you seemed to need in me,
G F
at last (at least).
E
What’s redacted will repeat,
D A
and you cannot learn that you burn when you touch the heat,
F#m
so we touch the heat,
E
and we cut facsimiles of love and death
D A
(just separate holes in sheets
G F
where you cannot breathe, and you cannot see).
E D
And I cannot now, for the life of me, believe our talk—
A
our flock had cause to leave,
F#m
but do we? do we?
What we built, at the kiln that won’t be stilled
G
Did not set well:
B F#
The old veil of desire
A
Like the vessels that we fired
G
Fell thin as eggshells
Bm A
And every season, somebody burns
Downtown, taking turns–
C G
Taking a bus, to take a train and just plain vamoose
Bm A
Now the wind blows coals over the hills. Honey
I’ve been paying my bills
C G
But honey it’s been a long time since I’ve come to any use
Bm
And it hurt me bad, when I heard the news
D
That you’d got that call, and could not refuse
A E
(A goose, alone, I suppose, can know the loneliness of geese
E D A F#m
Who never find their peace, whether North, or South, or West, or East, West or East;
E
And I could never find my way
D A
To being the kind of friend you seemed to need in me
G F
Till the needing had ceased.)
B F# A
Recently, a bottle of rye, and a friend, and me,
G
on our five loose legs,
B F#
had a ramble, and spoke
A G
of the scrambling of broken hopes, and goose eggs,
Bm A
and a stranger, long ago.
(Not you, honey! You, I know.)
C G
We just spoke of broken hopes and old strangers.
Bm A
Now the wind blows coals over the sea.
Tell you what, honey: you and me
C G
Better run and see if we can't contain them, first.
Bm
But you had somewhere that you had to go,
D
and you caught that flight out of Covalo.
A E
Now, overhead, you’re gunning in those Vs,
E
where you had better find your peace,
D A F#m
whether north, or south, or west, or east. West, or east.
E
And I had better find my way
D A
to being the kind of friend you seemed to need in me,
G F
at last (at least).
E
What’s redacted will repeat,
D A
and you cannot learn that you burn when you touch the heat,
F#m
so we touch the heat,
E
and we cut facsimiles of love and death
D A
(just separate holes in sheets
G F
where you cannot breathe, and you cannot see).
E D
And I cannot now, for the life of me, believe our talk—
A
our flock had cause to leave,
F#m
but do we? do we?
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