Joanna Newsom Quotes

A feather of a hawk was bound
Bound around my neck
A poultice made of fig
The eager little vultures pecked

And if you come and see me,
you will upset the order.
You cannot come and see me,
for I set myself apart.
But when you come and see me,
in California,
you cross the border of my heart.

held her there, kicking and mewling, upended, unspooling, unsung and blue; told her "wherever you go, little runaway bunny, I will find you." And then she ran, as they're liable to do.

This is the song for Baby Birch. I will never know you. And at the back of what we've done, there is that knowledge of you.

But it can make you feel over, and old (Lord, you know it's a shame), when I only want for you to pull over, and hold me,
till I can't remember my own name.

We broke our hearts,
in the war between
St. George and the dragon,
but both, in equal part,
are welcome to come along.
I'm inviting everyone.

By the time you read this
I will be so far away
Daddy longlegs, how in the world
Am I to be expected to stay?

We are blessed and sustained by what is not said

Have you come, then, to rescue me?"
He laughed and said, "from what, 'Colleen'?" You dried and dressed most willingly.
You corseted, and caught the dread disease
by which one comes to know such peace.

Water were your limbs
And the fire was your hair
And then the moon caught your eye,
and you rose through the air.
Well if you've seen true light,
then this is my prayer:
Will you call me
When you get there?

Well I'm starvin' and freezin'
In this measly old bed
(Then I'll crawl across the salt flats
To stroke your sweet head)
Come across the desert,
with no shoes on?
(I love you truly,
or I love no-one)

Picking through your pocket lining, well what is this?
Scrap of sassafras, eh Sisyphus?

And though our bones, they may break
And our souls separate,
why the long face?
And though our bodies recoil
From the grip of the soil,
why the long face?

Then the slow lip of fire moves across the prairie with precision
While, somewhere, with your pliers and glue, you make your first incision
And, in a moment of almost-unbearable vision, doubled over with the hunger of lions
'Hold me close', cooed the dove, who was stuffed now with sawdust and diamonds.

Now her coat drags through the water,
Bagging, with a life's-worth of hunger, limitless minnows
In the magnetic embrace,
Balletic and glacial, of Bear's insatiable shadow.