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!
[Verse 1]
C
From the top of the flight
Em C
Of the wide white stairs
Em C
Through the rest of my life
Em C
Do you wait for me there?
Em C
There's a bell in my ears
Em C
There's the wide white roar
Em C
Drop a bell down the stairs
Em C
Hear it fall forever mor
Em C
Hear it fall forevermore
[Chorus]
G Em
G Em
Drop a bell off of the dock
G Em
Blot it out in the sea
G Em
Drowning mute as a rock
G Em
sounding mutiny
G
There's a light in the wings, hits this system of strings,
Em
from the side while they swing;
See the wires, the wires, the wires.
[Verse]
G
And the articulation in our elbows and knees
Em
Makes us buckle and we couple in endless increase
As the audience admires
G
And the little white dove
Made with love, made with love
Em
Made with glue and a glove and some pliers
G
Swings a low sickle arc from its perch in the dark
Em
Settle down, settle down my desire
[Chorus]
D
And the moment I slept
C G
I was swept up in a terrible tremor
D C
Though no longer bereft, how I shook
Em
And i couldn't remember
D
And then the furthermost shake
Am
Drove a murdering stake in
C Em G
And cleft me right down through my center
D
And I shouldn't say so
C Em
But I know that it was then or never
G Em
Push me back into a tree
G Em
Bind my buttons with salt
G Em
Fill my long ears with bees
G
Braying 'please, please, please,
Em
Oh you ought not!
No you ought not!'
G
And then the system of strings tugs on the tip of my wings
Em
Cut from cardboard and old magazines
Makes me warble and rise like a sparrow.
G
And in the place where I stood
There is a circle of wood
Em
A quarter to which you chop and you stack in your barrow
G
And it is terribly good
To carry water and chop wood
Em
Streaked with soot, heavy booted and wild-eyed
G
As I crash through the rafters
And the ropes and the pulleys trail after
Em
And the holiest, holiest belfry burns sky high
[Verse]
D
And then a slow lip of fire
C G
Moves across the prairie with precision
C
While somewhere with your pliers and glue
Em
You make your first incision
D A
And in a moment of almost unbearable vision
C Em G
Doubled over with the hunger of lions
D
'Hold me close', cooed the dove
C Em
Who was stuffed now with sawdust and diamonds
[Chorus]
Em D G
A C G
I wanted to say 'why the long face?'
A C G
Sparrow perch and play songs of long face
A C G
Burro buck and bray songs of long face
Am C
Sings 'i will swallow your sadness and eat your cold clay
G
Just to lift your long face
A C
And though it may be madness, I will take to the grave
G
Your precious long face
A C
& though our bones they may break & our souls separate
G
Why the long face?
A C
And though our bodies recoil from the grip of the soil
G
Why the long face?
[Bridge]
G Em
In the trough of the waves
G Em
Which are pawing like dogs
G Em
Pitch we, pale-faced and grave
G Em
As I write in my log.
G Em
Then I hear a noise from the hull
G Em
Seven days out to sea
G Em
And it is the damnable bell
G
And it tolls, I believe, that it tolls
Em
It tolls for me!
And it tolls for me!
G
And though my wrists and my waist
Seem so easy to break
Em
Still my dear I would've walked you to the edge of the water
G
And they will recognize all the lines of your face
Em
In the face of the daughter, of the daughter, of my daughter
G
And darling we will be fine
But what was yours and mine
Em
Appears to be a sandcastle that the gibbering wave takes
G
But if it's all just the same
Then say my name, say my name,
Em
in the morning so that i know when the wave breaks
[Chorus]
D
I wasn't born of a whistle
C G
Or milked from a thistle at twilight
D
No, i was all horns and thorns
C Em
Sprung out fully formed, knock-kneed and upright
D A
So enough of this terror we deserve to know light
C Em G
And grow evermore lighter and lighter
D
You would have seen me through
C Em
But I could not undo that desire
[Coda]
D C Em
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh desire
D C Em
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh desire
D C Em
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh desire
Em C
From the top of the flight
Em C
Of the wide white stairs
Em C
Through the rest of my life
Em C
Do you wait for me there?
C
From the top of the flight
Em C
Of the wide white stairs
Em C
Through the rest of my life
Em C
Do you wait for me there?
Em C
There's a bell in my ears
Em C
There's the wide white roar
Em C
Drop a bell down the stairs
Em C
Hear it fall forever mor
Em C
Hear it fall forevermore
[Chorus]
G Em
G Em
Drop a bell off of the dock
G Em
Blot it out in the sea
G Em
Drowning mute as a rock
G Em
sounding mutiny
G
There's a light in the wings, hits this system of strings,
Em
from the side while they swing;
See the wires, the wires, the wires.
[Verse]
G
And the articulation in our elbows and knees
Em
Makes us buckle and we couple in endless increase
As the audience admires
G
And the little white dove
Made with love, made with love
Em
Made with glue and a glove and some pliers
G
Swings a low sickle arc from its perch in the dark
Em
Settle down, settle down my desire
[Chorus]
D
And the moment I slept
C G
I was swept up in a terrible tremor
D C
Though no longer bereft, how I shook
Em
And i couldn't remember
D
And then the furthermost shake
Am
Drove a murdering stake in
C Em G
And cleft me right down through my center
D
And I shouldn't say so
C Em
But I know that it was then or never
G Em
Push me back into a tree
G Em
Bind my buttons with salt
G Em
Fill my long ears with bees
G
Braying 'please, please, please,
Em
Oh you ought not!
No you ought not!'
G
And then the system of strings tugs on the tip of my wings
Em
Cut from cardboard and old magazines
Makes me warble and rise like a sparrow.
G
And in the place where I stood
There is a circle of wood
Em
A quarter to which you chop and you stack in your barrow
G
And it is terribly good
To carry water and chop wood
Em
Streaked with soot, heavy booted and wild-eyed
G
As I crash through the rafters
And the ropes and the pulleys trail after
Em
And the holiest, holiest belfry burns sky high
[Verse]
D
And then a slow lip of fire
C G
Moves across the prairie with precision
C
While somewhere with your pliers and glue
Em
You make your first incision
D A
And in a moment of almost unbearable vision
C Em G
Doubled over with the hunger of lions
D
'Hold me close', cooed the dove
C Em
Who was stuffed now with sawdust and diamonds
[Chorus]
Em D G
A C G
I wanted to say 'why the long face?'
A C G
Sparrow perch and play songs of long face
A C G
Burro buck and bray songs of long face
Am C
Sings 'i will swallow your sadness and eat your cold clay
G
Just to lift your long face
A C
And though it may be madness, I will take to the grave
G
Your precious long face
A C
& though our bones they may break & our souls separate
G
Why the long face?
A C
And though our bodies recoil from the grip of the soil
G
Why the long face?
[Bridge]
G Em
In the trough of the waves
G Em
Which are pawing like dogs
G Em
Pitch we, pale-faced and grave
G Em
As I write in my log.
G Em
Then I hear a noise from the hull
G Em
Seven days out to sea
G Em
And it is the damnable bell
G
And it tolls, I believe, that it tolls
Em
It tolls for me!
And it tolls for me!
G
And though my wrists and my waist
Seem so easy to break
Em
Still my dear I would've walked you to the edge of the water
G
And they will recognize all the lines of your face
Em
In the face of the daughter, of the daughter, of my daughter
G
And darling we will be fine
But what was yours and mine
Em
Appears to be a sandcastle that the gibbering wave takes
G
But if it's all just the same
Then say my name, say my name,
Em
in the morning so that i know when the wave breaks
[Chorus]
D
I wasn't born of a whistle
C G
Or milked from a thistle at twilight
D
No, i was all horns and thorns
C Em
Sprung out fully formed, knock-kneed and upright
D A
So enough of this terror we deserve to know light
C Em G
And grow evermore lighter and lighter
D
You would have seen me through
C Em
But I could not undo that desire
[Coda]
D C Em
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh desire
D C Em
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh desire
D C Em
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh desire
Em C
From the top of the flight
Em C
Of the wide white stairs
Em C
Through the rest of my life
Em C
Do you wait for me there?
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