#134 (of 365) "Clam, Crab, Cockle, Cowrie" Joanna Newsom

That means no. Where I come from.
I was cold out waiting for the day to come.
I chew my lips oh and I scratch my nose
Feels so good to be a rose.
So don't, don't you lift me up.
Like I'm that shy no-no-no-no just give it up
There are bats all dissolving in a row
Into the wishy-washy dark that cannot let go
And I cannot let go
So I thank the lord
And I thank his sword
Though it be mincing up this morning, slightly bored

There are some mornings when the sky looks like a road
There are some dragons who were built to have and hold
And some machines are dropped from great heights lovingly
And some great bellies ache with many bumblebees
And they sting so terribly

I do as I please
And now I'm on my knees
Your skin is something that I stir into my tea
And I am watching you
And you are starry, starry, starry
And I'm tumbling down and I check a frown
That's why I love this town. Well just look around
To see me
Serenaded hourly
Celebrated sourly
Dedicated dourly
Waltzing with the open sea

Clam, crab, cockle, cowrie
Will you just look at me!

"Clam, Crab, Cockle, Cowrie" - Joanna Newsom // The Milk-Eyed Mender (2004)