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joanna newsom

Oh Dear... this is one of those things that make us keep the faith in beauty.

Joanna Newsom is an American harpist, pianist, harpsichordist, singer and songwriter from Nevada City, California. Besides her solo material she has played on records by Smog, Vetiver, Nervous Cop, Scott Indrisek, Vashti Bunyan and Golden Shoulders and played keyboards for The Pleased. In the radioblog I have loaded some music by Joanna Newsom and also a couple of songs by Smog... Those tracks are the dog's bollocks. Here there is the video of the song 'SwanSea'.


full version here


Swansea -lyrics-

If you want to come on down,
down with your bones so white,
And watch the freight trains pound
into the wild, wild night

How I would love to gnaw,
gnaw on your bones so white,
and watch as the freight trains paw,
paw at the wild, wild night.

All these ghost towns, wreathed in old loam
(Assateague knee-deep in seafoam)-
Ho Swansea! Buttonwillow!
Lagunitas! Ho Calico!

And all these beastly bungalows
stare, distend, like endless toads -
endlessly hop down the road.
Borne by wind, we southward blow.

While yonder, wild and blue,
the wild blue yonder looms.
'Till we are wracked with rheum,
by roads, by songs entombed.

And all we want to do
is chew, and chew, and chew!
Dear one, drive on,
when all we want to do
is chew, and chew, and chew.

And if you want to come on down (...)

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