| Joanna Newsom – Clam, Crab, Cockle, Cowrie Lyrics | 6 years ago |
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This song to me is about dealing with grief, whether that be from a loved one's death or someone that impacted you in a significant way that you can't see anymore. Even though we don't all know how it feels to deal with the death of a loved one that was very close to you, almost all of us know how it feels to miss someone that you can't have in your life anymore. If the reasoning was for your own well being it still hurts when you miss the good times you've had with that person. The major theme of this song is like the aftermath of when you lose a loved one. You feel the hollowness inside of you like a piece of you has died, leaving behind a darkness that envelops you. All of the memories and happiness and their little quirks and preferences are now only living in your heart, and it's carried with you everyday even if you don't realize it. And then you're forced to live with it, going on with your life while dealing with this soul-shattering tragedy and loss of a part of yourself, and all you can do is swallow it down and pretend that you're all okay. And then people send you the condolences, the I'm sorry's, and the "is there anything I can do to help?". You now have a huge target on your back and a sign that says "I'M MOURNING." And you despise the attention and pity. But you've expected this when you were anticipating the damned day when they would leave this earth, and when everyone would serenade you with obligated compassion, so you just accept it. |
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| Joanna Newsom – Sprout and the Bean Lyrics | 6 years ago |
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| Joanna Newsom – Peach, Plum, Pear Lyrics | 6 years ago |
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We speak in the store I'm a sensitive bore You seem markedly more And I'm oozing surprise We meet all of the sudden, and you seem special and I'm excited to know you more. But it's late in the day And you're well on your way What was golden went gray And I'm suddenly shy We don't get a chance to connect more, the opportunity passed and now I'm flustered about it. And the gatherin' floozies Afford to be choosy And all sneezing darkly In the dimming divide There's other ones who get to see you more, to learn more about you more, and I hate it. And I have read the right books To interpret your looks You were knocking me down With the palm of your eye I'm thinking about that interaction, what we could've had, but you just wanted me to stop. This was unlike the story It was written to be I was riding its back When it used to ride me I expected this to go better, I was unsure but I came to a conclusion but it didn't go as planned. And we were galloping manic To the mouth of the source We were swallowing panic In the face of its force We almost came to where I wanted us to be, it was going fine but I was exhilarated and terrified, like it could go wrong any moment. And I am blue I am blue and unwell Made me bolt like a horse Actually I retreated because I was scared and I deeply regret it. Now it's done Watch it go You've changed some Water runs from the snow It's over now, was this good for something? I changed, was it for better or worse? Am I so dear? Do I run rare? And you've changed some Peach, plum, pear... Peach, plum... Would I have been better for you anyway? Could I be good enough? Now I'm even worse than before.. and you've got more to choose from. |
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| Joanna Newsom – Peach, Plum, Pear Lyrics | 6 years ago |
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We speak in the store I'm a sensitive bore You seem markedly more And I'm oozing surprise We meet all of the sudden, and you seem special and I'm excited to know you more. But it's late in the day And you're well on your way What was golden went gray And I'm suddenly shy We don't get a chance to connect more, the opportunity passed and now I'm flustered about it. And the gatherin' floozies Afford to be choosy And all sneezing darkly In the dimming divide There's other ones who get to see you more, to learn more about you more, and I hate it. And I have read the right books To interpret your looks You were knocking me down With the palm of your eye I'm thinking about that interaction, what we could've had, but you just wanted me to stop. This was unlike the story It was written to be I was riding its back When it used to ride me I expected this to go better, I was unsure but I came to a conclusion but it didn't go as planned. And we were galloping manic To the mouth of the source We were swallowing panic In the face of its force We almost came to where I wanted us to be, it was going fine but I was exhilarated and terrified, like it could go wrong any moment. And I am blue I am blue and unwell Made me bolt like a horse Actually I retreated because I was scared and I deeply regret it. Now it's done Watch it go You've changed some Water runs from the snow It's over now, was this good for something? I changed, was it for better or worse? Am I so dear? Do I run rare? And you've changed some Peach, plum, pear... Peach, plum... Would I have been better for you anyway? Could I be good enough? Now I'm even worse than before.. and you've got more to choose from. |
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| Joanna Newsom – Peach, Plum, Pear Lyrics | 6 years ago |
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We speak in the store I'm a sensitive bore You seem markedly more And I'm oozing surprise We meet all of the sudden, and you seem special and I'm excited to know you more. But it's late in the day And you're well on your way What was golden went gray And I'm suddenly shy We don't get a chance to connect more, the opportunity passed and now I'm flustered about it. And the gatherin' floozies Afford to be choosy And all sneezing darkly In the dimming divide There's other ones who get to see you more, to learn more about you more, and I hate it. And I have read the right books To interpret your looks You were knocking me down With the palm of your eye I'm thinking about that interaction, what we could've had, but you just wanted me to stop. This was unlike the story It was written to be I was riding its back When it used to ride me I expected this to go better, I was unsure but I came to a conclusion but it didn't go as planned. And we were galloping manic To the mouth of the source We were swallowing panic In the face of its force We almost came to where I wanted us to be, it was going fine but I was exhilarated and terrified, like it could go wrong any moment. And I am blue I am blue and unwell Made me bolt like a horse Actually I retreated because I was scared and I deeply regret it. Now it's done Watch it go You've changed some Water runs from the snow It's over now, was this good for something? I changed, was it for better or worse? Am I so dear? Do I run rare? And you've changed some Peach, plum, pear... Peach, plum... Would I have been better for you anyway? Could I be good enough? Now I'm even worse than before.. and you've got more to choose from. |
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