Saturday, January 13, 2007

Milk Eyed Mender

New Music for Monpon - Joanna Newsom (thanks steph!) I absolutely love this album - the music and lyrics are heartbreaking and beautiful. Joanna plays the harp and has a bjork like voice that sounds like she is 10 and as steph said you'll either love or hate. Listen here and read on from the Milk Eyed Mender:

Sprout and the Bean (Lyrics) Video
I slept all day awoke with distaste and I railed, and I raved That the difference between the sprout and the bean is a golden ring, it is a twisted string. And you can ask the counselor; you can ask the king; and they'll say the same thing; and it's a funny thing: Should we go outside? Should we go outside? Should we break some bread? Are y'interested? And as I said, I slept as though dead dreaming seamless dreams of lead. When you go away, I am big-boned and fey in the dust of the day, in the dirt of the day. and Danger! Danger! Drawing near them was a white coat, and Danger! Danger! drawing near them was a broad boat, And the water! water! running clear beneath a white throat, and the hollow chatter of the talking of the Tadpoles, who know th'outside! Should we go outside? Should we break some bread? Are y'interested?

Sadie Sadie
white coat, carry me home. Bury this bone, take this pinecone. Bury this bone to gnaw on it later; gnaw on the telephone. 'Till then, we pray & suspend the notion that these lives do never end. And all day long we talk about mercy: lead me to water lord, I sure am thirsty. Down in the ditch where I nearly served you, up in the clouds where he almost heard you And all that we built, and all that we breathed, and all that we spilt, or pulled up like weeds is piled up in back; it burns irrevocably. (we spoke up in turns, 'till the silence crept over me) Bless you and I deeply do no longer resolute and I call to you But the water go so cold, and you do lose what you don't hold. This is an old song, these are old blues. This is not my tune, but it's mine to use. And the seabirds where the fear once grew will flock with a fury, and they will bury what'd come for you Down where I darn with the milk-eyed mender you and I, and a love so tender, is stretched-on the hoop where I stitch-this adage: "Bless this house and its heart so savage." And all that I want, and all that I need and all that I've got is scattered like seed. And all that I knew is moving away from me. (and all that I know is blowing like tumbleweed) And the mealy worms in the brine will burn in a salty pyre, among the fauns and ferns. And the love we hold, and the love we spurn, will never grow cold only taciturn. And I'll tell you tomorrow. Sadie, go on home now. Bless those who've sickened below; bless us who've chosen so. And all that I've got and all that I need I tie in a knot that I lay at your feet. I have not forgot, but a silence crept over me. (So dig up your bone, exhume your pinecone, my sadie)

How beautifully layered with imagery and that simple, emotive language.

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