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Joanna Newsom (born January 18, 1982) is an American harpist, pianist, harpsichordist, and singer-songwriter from Nevada City, California. Wikipedia |
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We speak in the store
I'm a sensitive bore
And you're markedly more
And i'm oozing suprise | | But it's late in the day
And you're well on your way
What was golden went gray
And i'm suddenly shy | And the gathering floozies
Afford to be choosy
And all sneezing darkly
In the dimming divide | | And i have read the right books
To interpret your looks
You were knocking me down
With the palm of your eye | Go; na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na | | This was unlike the story
It was written to be
I was riding its back
When it used to ride me | And we were galloping manic
To the mouth of the source
We were swallowing panic
In the face of its force | | And i was blue
I am blue
And unwell
Made me bolt like a horse
(made me bold like a whore) | And; na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na | | Now it's done
Watch it go
And you've changed so | | Water run from the snow | | Am i so dear?
Do i run rare?
And you've changed
So | Peach, plum, pear
Peach, plum |
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wow i feel sorry for her she only has 2 comments and one of them is ga*....[tinab1992]
her songs remind me of laid back summers fields and watching clouds. :)