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joanna newsom – ribbon bows lyrics

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there is a spring, not far from here,
the water runs both sweet and clear–
both sweet and clear, and cold:
could crack your bones
with veins of gold.

i stood, a-wagging, at the tap;
just a-waiting on the lagging, rising sap.
i held the cold tin ladle to my lip.
at the shrine of the thousand arms,
i lowered my eyes to sip.

what a beautiful day to catch my drift,
or be caught up in it.
you want your love, love?
come and get your love;
i only took it back
because i thought you didn’t.

how my ears did ring,
at the munic-p-l pound,
from that old hangdog
to which i was bound:
curled ’round the bottom rung–
doesn’t anybody want you?
well, come on, darlin.
i could use someone like you around.
i am not like you, i ain’t from this place.
and i do reserve the right
to repeat all my same mistakes.
and, in the night, like you,
i certainly bite and chew
what i can find,
and never seem to lose the taste.

what a horrible face i feel me make–
for pete’s sake,
what you have told me, i cannot erase!–
(though i keep on saying,
and i do believe, it is not too late).

all day, you’re h-ssling me with trifles:
black nose of the dog, as cold as a rifle,
indicating, with a nudge,
god, no god. god, no god.
sweet, appraising eye of the dog,
blink once if god,
twice if no god.

my mama may be ashamed of me,
with all of my finery:
carrying on,
whooping it up till the early morn,
lost and lorn,
among the madding revelry!
sure, i can p-ss.
honey, i can p-ss.
particularly when i start to tip my gl-ss.
i’ll be a sport,
and have a go at that old song,
singing unabashed, about
“them city girls,
with their ribbon bows,
and their fancy sash…”

but, though i get so sad
(could swear the night
makes a motion to claim me,
around that second verse),
i reckon i’ve felt worse,
and still held fast.
but, later on, when i am alone,
alone at last,
then i take my god to task.
i take my god to task.



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