Texty: Joanna Newsom. Other. En Gallop.

This place is damp and ghostly
I'm already gone
And the halls were lined with the disembodied
And dustly wings
Which fell from flesh
Gasplessly

And i go where the trees are
And i walk from a higher education
For now, and for hire

It beats me, but i do not know
It beats me, but i do not know
It beats me, but i do not know
I do not know

Palaces and stormclouds
The rough straggly sage and the smoke
And the way it will all come together
In quietness, and in time

Bitch! You laws of property
Bitch! You free economy
Bitch! You unending afterthoughts;
You could've told me before

Never get so attached to a poem, you
Forget truth that lacks lyricism, and
Never draw so close to the heat, that
You forget that you must eat
Oh woe.

In order to make
The music
Seems i must break so many things
Turn over
Like bracken
And sea shrapnel
Graced by the tongue of the beetle
Green sea

Let each note be
A full bodied song
Enough fingers
Enough toes
Skin to cover
The wreckage, bloody beat
Enough belly
Enough feet