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!
Am Bb Gm Bb
I believed they had got what they came for;
F Bb Dm
I believed our peril was done
Am Bb Gm Bb
On the eve of the last of the Great Wars
F Bb Dm
After three we had narrowly won
F Bb F
(But the fourth It was carelessly done.)
F Am Dm Gm C D#
I saw his ship in its whistling ascension
G# F G7
As they launched from the Capitol seat–
Bb E
Swear I saw our mistake
A Dm Bb
When the clouds draped like a flag
D# F
Across the backs of the fleet
Bb D# F
Of the Hundred-First Lightborne Elite
Am Bb
As the day is long
Dm F
So the well runs dry
D# Bb
And we came to see Time is taller
F C
Than Space is wide
Am Bb
And we bade goodbye
Dm F
To the Great Divide:
D# Bb F C
Found unlimited simulacreage to colonize!
Am Bb Gm Bb
But there was a time we were lashed to the prow
F Bb Dm
Of a ship you may board, but not steer
Am Bb Gm Bb
Before you and I ceased to mean now
F Bb Dm
And began to mean only right Here
F Bb F
To mean Inches and Miles, but not Years
F Am Dm Gm C D#
Before Space has a taste of its limits
G# F G7
And a new sort of coordinate awoke
Bb E A Dm
Leaving Time just another poor tenant:
Bb D# F
Bearing weight, taking fire, trading smokes
Bb D# F
In the war between us and our ghosts
Am Bb Dm F
But I saw the Bering Strait and the Golden Gate
D# Bb F C
In silent suspension of their golden age!
Am Bb Dm F
And you can barely tell, if I guard it well
D# Bb F C
Where I have been, and seen Pristine, unfelled.
Am Bb Gm Bb
I had a dream that I walked in the garden
F Bb Dm
Of Chabot, and those telescope ruins
Am Bb Gm Bb
It was there that I called to my true love
F Bb Dm
Who was pale as millennial moons
F Bb F
Honey, where did you come by that wound?
F Am Dm Gm
When I woke, he was gone
C D#
And the War had begun
G# F G7
In eternal return and repeat
Bb E A Dm
Calling, Where in the hell are the rest of your fellow
Bb D# F
One Hundred-One Lightborne Elite?
Bb D# F
Stormed in the New Highland Light Infantry
Am Bb
Make it stop, my love!
Dm F
We were wrong to try
D# Bb
Never saw what we could unravel
F C
In traveling light
Am Bb
Nor how the trip debrides–
Dm F
Like a stack of slides!
D# Bb F C
All we saw was that Time is taller than Space is wide
Am Bb Gm Bb
That's why we are bound to a round desert island
F Bb Dm
'neath the sky where our sailors have gone
Am Bb Gm Bb
Have they drowned, in those windy highlands?
F Bb F
Highlands away, my John
Am, Bb, Dm, F, D#, Bb, F, C (x2)
Am, Bb, Gm, Bb
F Bb Dm
Highlands away, my John
Am, Bb, Gm, Bb, D#, Bb, F
D# Bb F
Highlands away, my John
I believed they had got what they came for;
F Bb Dm
I believed our peril was done
Am Bb Gm Bb
On the eve of the last of the Great Wars
F Bb Dm
After three we had narrowly won
F Bb F
(But the fourth It was carelessly done.)
F Am Dm Gm C D#
I saw his ship in its whistling ascension
G# F G7
As they launched from the Capitol seat–
Bb E
Swear I saw our mistake
A Dm Bb
When the clouds draped like a flag
D# F
Across the backs of the fleet
Bb D# F
Of the Hundred-First Lightborne Elite
Am Bb
As the day is long
Dm F
So the well runs dry
D# Bb
And we came to see Time is taller
F C
Than Space is wide
Am Bb
And we bade goodbye
Dm F
To the Great Divide:
D# Bb F C
Found unlimited simulacreage to colonize!
Am Bb Gm Bb
But there was a time we were lashed to the prow
F Bb Dm
Of a ship you may board, but not steer
Am Bb Gm Bb
Before you and I ceased to mean now
F Bb Dm
And began to mean only right Here
F Bb F
To mean Inches and Miles, but not Years
F Am Dm Gm C D#
Before Space has a taste of its limits
G# F G7
And a new sort of coordinate awoke
Bb E A Dm
Leaving Time just another poor tenant:
Bb D# F
Bearing weight, taking fire, trading smokes
Bb D# F
In the war between us and our ghosts
Am Bb Dm F
But I saw the Bering Strait and the Golden Gate
D# Bb F C
In silent suspension of their golden age!
Am Bb Dm F
And you can barely tell, if I guard it well
D# Bb F C
Where I have been, and seen Pristine, unfelled.
Am Bb Gm Bb
I had a dream that I walked in the garden
F Bb Dm
Of Chabot, and those telescope ruins
Am Bb Gm Bb
It was there that I called to my true love
F Bb Dm
Who was pale as millennial moons
F Bb F
Honey, where did you come by that wound?
F Am Dm Gm
When I woke, he was gone
C D#
And the War had begun
G# F G7
In eternal return and repeat
Bb E A Dm
Calling, Where in the hell are the rest of your fellow
Bb D# F
One Hundred-One Lightborne Elite?
Bb D# F
Stormed in the New Highland Light Infantry
Am Bb
Make it stop, my love!
Dm F
We were wrong to try
D# Bb
Never saw what we could unravel
F C
In traveling light
Am Bb
Nor how the trip debrides–
Dm F
Like a stack of slides!
D# Bb F C
All we saw was that Time is taller than Space is wide
Am Bb Gm Bb
That's why we are bound to a round desert island
F Bb Dm
'neath the sky where our sailors have gone
Am Bb Gm Bb
Have they drowned, in those windy highlands?
F Bb F
Highlands away, my John
Am, Bb, Dm, F, D#, Bb, F, C (x2)
Am, Bb, Gm, Bb
F Bb Dm
Highlands away, my John
Am, Bb, Gm, Bb, D#, Bb, F
D# Bb F
Highlands away, my John
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