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Joanna Newsom ~ Does Not Suffice 

I’ve posted before on how Have One on Me is suffused with this smoldering anger at the man being addressed in many of the songs, but it took and atypically insightful commenter to at songmeanings.com to point out how specific this one is. Joanna Newson used to be romantically involved with Bill Callahan, who is 35 years her senior, and “Does Not Suffice” echoes and responds directly to his lyrics in “All Your Women Things” (the latter predates their relationship, but Newsom’s love of hyperfeminine clothing is well-known, and it’s also creepy as fuck):

Callahan:


All your women things
All your frilly things
Scattered ‘round my room
Right where you left them
When you left them
Scattered ‘round my room

All your hardness
All your softness
And your mercy

All your bridges and bras
Your cotton
and gauze
All your buckles and straps
Releases and traps
All your screws
and false nails
Oriental winks
and Egyptian veils

Oh all of these things
I gathered them
And I made a dolly
I made a dolly
A spread-eagle dolly
Out of your frilly things


Newsom:

I will pack all my pretty dresses
I will box up my high-heeled shoes
A sparkling ring for every finger
I’ll put away and hide from view

Coats of boucle, jacquard and cashmere
Cartouche and tweed, all silver-shot
And everything that could remind you
Of how easy I was not

I’ll tuck away my gilded buttons
I’ll bind my silks in shapeless bales
Wrap it all up in reams o’ tissue
And then I’ll kiss you sweet farewell

But then the anger comes through, in her subtle way that a lot of people miss, and a lot of critics underrate:


You saw me rise to our occasion
And so deny the evidence
Caused me to burn and twist and grimace against you
Like something caught on a barbed wire fence

Now you can see me fall back here redoubled
Full bewildered and amazed
I have gotten into some terrible trouble
Beneath your blank and rinsing gaze

So yes, it’s a beautiful, sad breakup song, but it’s a beautiful, sad, spiteful breakup song that makes little attempt to hide the identity of the accused, and that makes all the difference.

(via feu-follet)

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Joanna Newsom,
Have One On Me

Joanna Newsom - Good Intentions Paving Company

All the way to the thing we’ve been playing at, darlin’
I can see that you’re wearing your staying hat, darlin’
For the time being all is well
Won’t you love me a spell?

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Joanna Newsom,
Have One On Me

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Joanna Newsom - Autumn

Driven through by her own sword
Summer died last night, alone
Even the ghosts huddled up for warmth
Autumn has come to my hometown

Friendly voices, dead and gone
Singing Star of the County Down
(Even the ghosts help raise the barn
Here now in my hometown)

When out of the massing that bodes and bides
In the cold West
Flew a waxwing who froze and died against my breast
And all the while, rain, like a weed in the tide, swans and lisps
Down on the gossiping lawns, saying, “tsk, tsk, tsk”

I may have changed
It’s hard to gauge
Time won’t account for how I’ve aged
Would I could tie your lying tongue
Who says that leaving keeps you young

And I have got no control
Over my heart, over my mind
Over the hills, the rainclouds roll
I’ll winter here, wait for a sign

To cast myself out over the water
Riven like a wishbone
You’d hardly guess
I was my own mother’s daughter
I ain’t naturally given to roam.
And I lay low when I return
And I move like a gurney whose wheels are squeaking
Alone in a home
And I laugh when you speak
Of my pleasure-seeking

Among the tall pines
Along the ley lines
Here, where the loon keens
There, where the moon leans
There where I know my violent love lays down
Here in a row of silent dove-grey days

Wherever I go, I am snow-bound
By thoughts of him whom I would shun
I love them all, one by one
Cannot gain ground
Cannot outrun
But time marches along
You can’t always stick around
But when the final count is done
I will be in my hometown
I will be in my hometown

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Joanna Newsom,
Have One on Me

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Joanna Newsom,
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Joanna Newsom - Emily

You came and lay a cold compress upon the mess I’m in
Threw the window wide and cried, “Amen! Amen! Amen!”
The whole world stopped to hear you hollering
You looked down and saw now what was happening

Emily is Joanna Newsom’s sister, who is also an astronomer, and this song, built of lush, floriferous, almost overwhelming imagery, surrounds a steady core of sisterly love, admiration and barefaced appreciation for support through some unnamed crisis. It’s probably my favorite Joanna Newsom song, and one of the loveliest songs written for one woman by another that I can think of.

Consider:

Come on home, the poppies are all grown knee-deep by now
Blossoms all have fallen, and the pollen ruins the plow
Peonies nod in the breeze and while they wetly bow
With hydrocephalitic listlessness ants mop up-a their brow

And everything with wings is restless, aimless, drunk and dour
The butterflies and birds collide at hot, ungodly hours
And my clay-colored motherlessness rangily reclines
Come on home, now! All my bones are dolorous with vines

I am deeply biased by my own relationship with my sister; I don’t talk to her much, but when I do see her, there is no question that she would like to grow these plants, see these birds, walk into those trees. Why not? That is all we did growing up, it’s the only way we could imagine being, and that survives all upheavals, exhaustion, sadness.

But also:

We could stand for a century
Staring
With our heads cocked
In the broad daylight at this thing
Joy
Landlocked
In bodies that don’t keep
Dumbstruck with the sweetness of being
Until we don’t be

!!!

AWFUL ATOLL O, INCALCULABLE INDiSCREETNESS AND SORROW! BAWL, BELLOW; SIBYL SEA-COW, ALL DONE UP IN A BOW.

TODDLE AND ROLL; TEETH AN IMPALPABLE BIT OF LEATHER WHILE YARROW, HEATHER AND HOLLYHOCK AWKWARDLY MOLT ALONG THE SHORE

SAY THIS 3 TIMES FAST (via sixtyforty)

theresafullmoonrising:

The meadowlark and the chim-choo-ree and the sparrow
Set to the sky in a flying spree, for the sport over the pharaoh
A little while later the Pharisees dragged comb through the meadow
Do you remember what they called up to you and me, in our window?

There is a rusty light on the pines tonight
Sun pouring wine, lord, or marrow
Down into the bones of the birches
And the spires of the churches
Jutting out from the shadows
The yoke, and the axe, and the old smokestacks and the bale and the barrow
And everything sloped like it was dragged from a rope
In the mouth of the south below

We’ve seen those mountains kneeling, felten and grey
We thought our very hearts would up and melt away
From that snow in the night time
Just going
And going
And the stirring of wind chimes
In the morning
In the morning
Helps me find my way back in
From the place where I have been

And, Emily - I saw you last night by the river
I dreamed you were skipping little stones across the surface of the water
Frowning at the angle where they were lost, and slipped under forever,
In a mud-cloud, mica-spangled, like the sky’d been breathing on a mirror

Anyhow - I sat by your side, by the water
You taught me the names of the stars overhead that I wrote down in my ledger
Though all I knew of the rote universe were those Pleiades loosed in December
I promised you I‘d set them to verse so I’d always remember

That the meteorite is a source of the light
And the meteor’s just what we see
And the meteoroid is a stone that’s devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee

And the meteorite’s just what causes the light
And the meteor’s how it’s perceived
And the meteoroid’s a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee

You came and lay a cold compress upon the mess I’m in
Threw the window wide and cried; Amen! Amen! Amen!
The whole world - stopped - to hear you hollering
You looked down and saw now what was happening

The lines are fadin’ in my kingdom
Though I have never known the way to border ‘em in
So the muddy mouths of baboons and sows and the grouse and the horse and the hen
Grope at the gate of the looming lake that was once a tidy pen
And the mail is late and the great estates are not lit from within
The talk in town’s becoming downright sickening

In due time we will see the far butte lit by a flare
I’ve seen your bravery, and I will follow you there
And row through the night time
Gone healthy
Gone healthy all of a sudden
In search of the midwife
Who could help me
Who could help me
Help me find my way back in
There are worries where I’ve been

Say, say, say in the lee of the bay; don’t be bothered
Leave your troubles here where the tugboats shear the water from the water
Flanked by furrows, curling back, like a match held up to a newspaper
Emily, they’ll follow your lead by the letter
And I make this claim, and I’m not ashamed to say I know you better
What they’ve seen is just a beam of your sun that banishes winter

Let us go! Though we know it’s a hopeless endeavor
The ties that bind, they are barbed and spined and hold us close forever
Though there is nothing would help me come to grips with a sky that is gaping and yawning
There is a song I woke with on my lips as you sailed your great ship towards the morning

Come on home, the poppies are all grown knee-deep by now
Blossoms all have fallen, and the pollen ruins the plow
Peonies nod in the breeze and while they wetly bow, with
Hydrocephalitic listlessness ants mop up-a their brow

And everything with wings is restless, aimless, drunk and dour
The butterflies and birds collide at hot, ungodly hours
And my clay-colored motherlessness rangily reclines
Come on home, now! All my bones are dolorous with vines

Pa pointed out to me, for the hundredth time tonight
The way the ladle leads to a dirt-red bullet of light
Squint skyward and listen -
Loving him, we move within his borders:
Just asterisms in the stars’ set order

We could stand for a century
Staring
With our heads cocked
In the broad daylight at this thing
Joy
Landlocked
In bodies that don’t keep
Dumbstruck with the sweetness of being
Till we don’t be
Told; take this
Eat this

Told, the meteorite is the source of the light
And the meteor’s just what we see
And the meteoroid is a stone that’s devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee

And the meteorite’s just what causes the light
And the meteor’s how it’s perceived
And the meteoroid’s a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee

Joanna Newsom, Emily