Joanna Newsom
En Gallop
This place is damp and ghostly, i am already gone
And the halls were lined with the disembodied
And dustly wings which fell from flesh
Gasplessly
And i go where the trees go
And i walk from a higher education
For now, and for hire
It beats me but i do not know
And it beats me but i do not know
It beats me but i do not know
I do not know
Palaces and stormclouds
The rought straggly sage and the smoke
And the way it will all come together
In quietness, and in time
And you laws of property
Oh, you free economy
And you unending afterthoughts;
You could've told me before
Never get so attached to a poem, you
Forget truth that lacks lyricism, and
Never draw so close to the heat, that
You will forget that you must eat, oh
From Letras Mania