Biografia:
Joanna Newsom nasceu em 1982. É harpista, pianista, cantora e compositora. Suas canções são inspiradas em sua cidade Natal, Nevada (EUA).
Newsom estudou composição e teoria musical no Mills College, Califórnia.
Após uma série de apresentações com o cantor e ator Will Oldham, ela logo conseguiu assinar um contrato com a gravadora Drag City e produziu o seu primeiro álbum The Milk-Eyed Mender em 2004. Logo a seguir, Newsom saiu em excursão com Devendra Banhart e a banda Vetiver.
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Outras músicas:
- '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
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Intro and Outro:
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|D D D|D D G|D D A|D - -|
D G A D
Oh where is your inflammatory writ
G A D
Your text that would inside a light be lit
Our music deserving devotion unswerving
Cried do I deserve her with unflagging fervour
G A D
Well no we do not if we 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 it’s head and went far from you
GMaj7
Even molluscs have weddings though solemn and leaden
Bm
But you dirge for the dead and take no jam on your bread
D G A D
Just a supper of salt and a waltz through your empty bed
F A
And all at once it came to me
Bb F
And I wrote in hunch til 4:30
Cm Gm A D
But that vestal light it burns out with the night
G7 Dm
In spite of all the time that we spent on it
Bb F
On one bedraggled ghost of a sonnet
G D
While outside the wild boars root
Bm A
Without bending a bough underfoot
C G
Oh it breaks my heart I don’t know how they do it
So don’t ask me
D G A D
And as for my inflammatory writ
G A D
I wrote it and I was not inflamed one bit
GMaj7
Advice from the master derailed that disaster
Bm
He said hand that pen over to me poetaster
GMaj7
While ‘cross the great plains keening lovely and awful
Bm
You ulate the lost great American novels
D G A D
An unlawful lot left to stutter and freeze floodlit
C G A D
But at least they didn’t run to their undying credit
3/4
|D D D|D D G|D D A|D - -|
D G A D
Oh where is your inflammatory writ
G A D
Your text that would inside a light be lit
Our music deserving devotion unswerving
Cried do I deserve her with unflagging fervour
G A D
Well no we do not if we 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 it’s head and went far from you
GMaj7
Even molluscs have weddings though solemn and leaden
Bm
But you dirge for the dead and take no jam on your bread
D G A D
Just a supper of salt and a waltz through your empty bed
F A
And all at once it came to me
Bb F
And I wrote in hunch til 4:30
Cm Gm A D
But that vestal light it burns out with the night
G7 Dm
In spite of all the time that we spent on it
Bb F
On one bedraggled ghost of a sonnet
G D
While outside the wild boars root
Bm A
Without bending a bough underfoot
C G
Oh it breaks my heart I don’t know how they do it
So don’t ask me
D G A D
And as for my inflammatory writ
G A D
I wrote it and I was not inflamed one bit
GMaj7
Advice from the master derailed that disaster
Bm
He said hand that pen over to me poetaster
GMaj7
While ‘cross the great plains keening lovely and awful
Bm
You ulate the lost great American novels
D G A D
An unlawful lot left to stutter and freeze floodlit
C G A D
But at least they didn’t run to their undying credit
Joaquín B (...)
Joaquin De Rodri (...)
Joaquín S (...)
Joceline Leblanc
Jochi