I will swallow your sadness and eat your cold clay,
Just to lift your long face.
I could go on an on about how much I love Joanna Newsom. On and on about why I love Ys better than Milk Eyed Mender (which I still quite enjoy). On and on about what a thrill it was being 10 feet from her, watching her play her harp while simultaneously playing her unique voice, both with wicked fervor. I could, but I won't.
This song was playing in the car today as I drove home for lunch. While stopped at a light, I saw a honey bee hitch a ride on the top of a car and an older woman in a brand new Volvo * literally* rocking out to a classical piano piece. It was lovely.
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I still killed my dinner, with Karate.
I wish I could have seen that lady.
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