This is the song for Baby Birch
Though I will never know you
And at the back of what we've done
There is the knowledge of you
Well, I wish we could take every path
Could spend a hundred years adoring you
Yes, I wish we could take every path 'cause you know
I hated to close the door on you
Do you remember staring up at the stars?
So far away in their bullet-proof cars
When we heard the rushing, slow intake
Of the dark, dark water and the engine brakes
And I said how about them engine brakes?
And if I should die before I wake
Will you keep an eye on baby birch?
Because I'd hate to see her make the same mistake
When it was dark I called and you came
When it was dark I saw shapes
When I see stars I feel your hand
And I see stars and I reel again
Well mercy me, I'll be goddamned
It's been a long, long time since I last saw you
And I have never known the plan
It's been a long, long, time
How are you?
Your eyes are green, your hair is gold
Your hair is black, your eyes are blue
I closed the ranks and I doubled back
But you know I hated to close the doggone door on you
We take a walk along the dirty lake
Hear the goose cussing at me over her eggs
You poor little cousin, I don't want your dregs
A little baby fussing over my legs
There is a blacksmith and there is a shepherd and there is a butcher boy
And there is a barber who's cutting and cutting away at my only joy
I saw a rabbit as slick as a knife and as pale as a candlestick
And I had thought it'd be harder to do but I caught her and skinned her quick, held her there
Kicking and mewling upended unspooling unsung and blue
Told her wherever you go little runaway bunny I will find you
And then she ran
As they're liable to do
Be at peace baby, and be gone
Be at peace baby, and be gone
Though I will never know you
And at the back of what we've done
There is the knowledge of you
Well, I wish we could take every path
Could spend a hundred years adoring you
Yes, I wish we could take every path 'cause you know
I hated to close the door on you
Do you remember staring up at the stars?
So far away in their bullet-proof cars
When we heard the rushing, slow intake
Of the dark, dark water and the engine brakes
And I said how about them engine brakes?
And if I should die before I wake
Will you keep an eye on baby birch?
Because I'd hate to see her make the same mistake
When it was dark I called and you came
When it was dark I saw shapes
When I see stars I feel your hand
And I see stars and I reel again
Well mercy me, I'll be goddamned
It's been a long, long time since I last saw you
And I have never known the plan
It's been a long, long, time
How are you?
Your eyes are green, your hair is gold
Your hair is black, your eyes are blue
I closed the ranks and I doubled back
But you know I hated to close the doggone door on you
We take a walk along the dirty lake
Hear the goose cussing at me over her eggs
You poor little cousin, I don't want your dregs
A little baby fussing over my legs
There is a blacksmith and there is a shepherd and there is a butcher boy
And there is a barber who's cutting and cutting away at my only joy
I saw a rabbit as slick as a knife and as pale as a candlestick
And I had thought it'd be harder to do but I caught her and skinned her quick, held her there
Kicking and mewling upended unspooling unsung and blue
Told her wherever you go little runaway bunny I will find you
And then she ran
As they're liable to do
Be at peace baby, and be gone
Be at peace baby, and be gone
Lyrics submitted by blueofthesky
Baby Birch Lyrics as written by Joanna Newsom
Lyrics © ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING
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Some new thoughts ...
It's been bothering me that, if this song is about an abortion, the violent scene at the end can become almost nauseating. The skinning of a bunny already is unpleasant, but one can assume it is meant to represent something else. However, when that something else is a child, it can easily become disgusting. And I'm just not sure how I feel about relating the skinning of a bunny to the aborting of a fetus. But I still think it needs to be justified if this is not what the image is meant to invoke.
The scene reminds me of the line, "Blessing all the birds that died so I could live," and that line reminds me of reading an interview where Joanna eats a hamburger and explains that she used to be a vegetarian, and now that she wasn't anymore, feels like she should hunt or something, like if she can't kill an animal she feels like a hypocrite for eating meat, but she doesn't really think she could do it. I guess that idea of killing an innocent creature is definitely important here. At some point Joanna felt it was wrong to take an animal's life for food (assumed based on the talk about feeling like a hypocrite and what not, but I'm not quoting here) but then she changed her mind a bit, and instead, blesses the deaths so that she can continue to live (the "blessing" line can be applied to pretty much any sacrificial element of life). This bunny in Baby Birch is dying, presumably so that she can go on and live. It's could be that the narrator needed to skin the bunny in some way to sustain herself, promote her own life, like a meat-eater might. And it's interesting to note that Joanna has considered the necessity of death in order to feed her, but is still greatly uncomfortable with being the one to cause that death. Yet, in this song, the narrator does it, almost without hesitation.
Yet, the bunny is technically left alive and runs off. What does that mean? Is it left skinned, and the narrator is just standing there with a rabbit pelt? What exactly does that mean? Is the narrator harming the bunny out of necessity or cruelty? I don't think the album is beyond thinking of a woman as cruel, considering Joanna's relations of herself to Lola from Have One On Me, and the way Lola was not the calmest, most loving woman.
Anyway, just some ponderings.
Oh, someone on Milky Moon suggested the image that a skinned bunny almost looks like a baby. I agree that many small animals, when devoid of fur/feathers, take on a very eerie look like a tiny human body (I'm thinking of chicken specifically here, which looks so much to me like a headless baby on its back when cooked whole, I can hardly eat it). Is that an intended connection?
I have an idea: as you suggested in a previous post, "When it was dark" sounds like a fever-dream. What if the part, starting with "There is a blacksmith" is also part of that fever dream? That helps explain the strangeness of the images.<br /> <br /> Also, the rabbit, as an extension of the dirty lake (which I agree with as a symbol of the womb), might be a symbol of bad motherhood. Like someone said, skinned rabbits look eerily like babies, and maybe this is like the narrator desperately trying to make some semblance of a baby for herself if she can't have a real one. I don't really like this interpretation, though, it was just an idea.<br /> <br /> What it does make me think of, though, is the line, "I saw a life and I called it mine" in On A Bad Day. When I was listening to Baby Birch earlier, before reading any of these comments or thinking at all about babies or motherhood, I felt like the kicking and mewling rabbit was almost like a memory of something, or an embodiment of the transitoriness of existence, which went along with my then-interpretation of nostalgia (which I still think is one facet of the song). Grabbing the rabbit, skinning it, "calling it mine," even though it winds up running away in the end, might be a metaphor for trying to hold on to memories or moments that want to slip away and "run, as they're liable to do," or for trying too hard to make something work out when it is destined to run from you (as she says, "Our nature does not change by will"). This is a violent and desperate attempt to cling to something, make it stop kicking, make it stay with us, make it ours.<br /> <br /> Just thoughts. It's late, so I will probably wake up tomorrow and disagree with all of this. Maybe/hopefully you'll find some of it insightful.