Joanna Newsom - Goose Eggs lyrics
[Joanna Newsom - Goose Eggs lyrics]
What we built
At the kiln that won’t be stilled
Did not set well:
The old veil of desire
Like the vessels that we fired
Fell thin as eggshells
And every season, somebody burns
Downtown, taking turns taking a bus
To take a train and just plain vamoose
Now the wind blows coals over the hills honey
I’ve been paying my bills
But honey it’s been a long time
Since I’ve come to any use
And it hurt me bad, when I heard the news
That you’d got that call
And could not refuse
(A goose, alone, I suppose
Can know the loneliness of geese
Who never find their peace
Wether North, or South, or West
Or East West or East
And I could never find my way
To being the kind of friend you
Seemed to need in me
Till the needing had ceased)
Recently, a bottle of rye, and a friend
And me on our five loose legs
Had a ramble, and spoke
Of the scrambling of broken hopes
And goose eggs and a stranger, long ago
(Not you, honey! You, I know)
Just spoke of broken hopes and old strangers
Now the wind blows coals over
The sea tell you what, honey:
You and me better run and see
If we can’t contain them, first
But, you had somewhere that you had to go
And you caught that flight out of Covelo
Now, overhead, you’re gunning in those Vs
Where you had better find your peace
Whether North, or South, or
West, or East west, or East
And I had better find my way
To being the kind of friend you
Seemed to need in me at last (at least)
What’s redacted will repeat
And you cannot learn that you burn
When you touch the heat so we touch the heat
And we cut facsimiles of love and death
(Just separate holes in sheets
Where you cannot breathe, and you cannot see)
And I cannot now, for the life of me
Believe our talk
Our flock had cause to leave but do we?
Do we?
At the kiln that won’t be stilled
Did not set well:
The old veil of desire
Like the vessels that we fired
Fell thin as eggshells
And every season, somebody burns
Downtown, taking turns taking a bus
To take a train and just plain vamoose
Now the wind blows coals over the hills honey
I’ve been paying my bills
But honey it’s been a long time
Since I’ve come to any use
And it hurt me bad, when I heard the news
That you’d got that call
And could not refuse
(A goose, alone, I suppose
Can know the loneliness of geese
Who never find their peace
Wether North, or South, or West
Or East West or East
And I could never find my way
To being the kind of friend you
Seemed to need in me
Till the needing had ceased)
Recently, a bottle of rye, and a friend
And me on our five loose legs
Had a ramble, and spoke
Of the scrambling of broken hopes
And goose eggs and a stranger, long ago
(Not you, honey! You, I know)
Just spoke of broken hopes and old strangers
Now the wind blows coals over
The sea tell you what, honey:
You and me better run and see
If we can’t contain them, first
But, you had somewhere that you had to go
And you caught that flight out of Covelo
Now, overhead, you’re gunning in those Vs
Where you had better find your peace
Whether North, or South, or
West, or East west, or East
And I had better find my way
To being the kind of friend you
Seemed to need in me at last (at least)
What’s redacted will repeat
And you cannot learn that you burn
When you touch the heat so we touch the heat
And we cut facsimiles of love and death
(Just separate holes in sheets
Where you cannot breathe, and you cannot see)
And I cannot now, for the life of me
Believe our talk
Our flock had cause to leave but do we?
Do we?