Let us go! Though we know it's a hopeless endeavor What they've seen is just a beam of your sun that banishes winter (Flanked by furrows, curling back, like a match held up to a newspaper)Д®mily, they'll follow your lead by the letterДЄnd I make this claim, and I'm not ashamed to say I know you better Leave your troubles here where the tugboats shear the water from the water Say, say, say in the lee of the bay don't be bothered I've seen your bravery, and I will follow you there

In due time we will see the far butte lit by a flare The talk in town's becoming downright sickening Grope at the gate of the looming lake that was once a tidy penДЄnd the mail is late and the great estates are not lit from within So the muddy mouths of baboons and sows and the grouse and the horse and the hen (Though I have never known the way to border them in) You looked down and saw now what was happening The whole world stopped to hear you hollering Threw the window wide and cried, 'Amen! Amen! Amen!' You came and lay a cold compress upon the mess I'm in That the meteorite is a source of the lightДЄnd the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to theeДЄnd the meteorite's just what causes the lightДЄnd the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee I promised you I'd set them to verse so I'd always remember Though all I knew of the rote universe were those Pleiades loosed in December You taught me the names of the stars overhead that I wrote down in my ledger In a mud-cloud, mica-spangled, like the sky'd been breathing on a mirrorДЄnyhow - I sat by your side, by the water

I dreamed you were skipping little stones across the surface of the waterДЇrowning at the angle where they were lost, and slipped under forever We thought our very hearts would up and melt awayДЄnd, Emily - I saw you last night by the river We've seen those mountains kneeling, felten and grey The yoke, and the axe, and the old smokestacks and the bale and the barrowДЄnd everything sloped like it was dragged from a rope There is a rusty light on the pines tonight Set to the sky in a flying spree, for the sport o'er the pharaohДЄ little while later the Pharisees dragged a comb through the meadowДo you remember what they called up to you and me, in our window? The meadowlark and the chim-choo-ree and the sparrow If you honestly can't stomach it, go listen to some regular old regular-voiced singer with a regular old session band.This song is SO ISFP, I can hardly breathe: If you don't like her voice, that's your taste, and is no reason to put the other aspects down. Are the lyrics good and is the music good? Yes and yes. The fact that she tried something new is noted by everyone, in the good and bad reviews, so I think that everyone should look at Ys based on the way every other album is looked at. Her harp playing? I'm a harpist and I'm here to tell you she's amazing. And if you even study her lyrics for one minute, you can see she is an accomplished writer and has a very firm grasp of the english language and is a fantastic lyricist. You can't just someone's talent based on how her voice sounds, that's just how she sings. Joanna is an artist you either get, or you don't. Joanna is an artist you either get, or I'd just like to point out that most of the reviews on here are mostly either a 9-10 or a 2-0. I'd just like to point out that most of the reviews on here are mostly either a 9-10 or a 2-0.

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