Joanna Newsom - Anecdotes

^AbSending the f^Ebirst scouts^Db over ^AbBack from the pl^Ebace beyond^Db the dawn: ^AbHorse, bear your ^Ebbroken^Db soldier ^AbEyes frozen ^Ebwide at^Db what went on And ^AbTime, in our c^Ebamp, is^Db moving ^Ab As you’d an^Ebticip^Dbate it to But ^Abwhat is this s^Ebample^Db proving? ^AbAnecdotes ^Ebcannot s^Bbay what Time may ^Dbdo

^CI kid with ^BbRufus ^AbNight-^Gjar When our ^Fmmen are all a^Absleep: It a^Cin’t ab^Bbout how r^Abare you a^Gre But how ^Fmhard you are to ^Absee ^Eb Take, you and ^Abme— ^Db “^FWhen are you from?” ^Csaid he In our ^Amblind of winter^G leaves

As we ^F#msighted out their ^Gfliers In the ^F#mgreyscale of the ^Gnight And ^F#mfumbled on the ^Gbare ground To ^F#mbury round l^Gandmines While the ^Ade^F#eee^Bmeew^C lay down and dr^Died ^Bb

^CWe signal ^BbPrivate ^AbPoor^Gwill When ^Fmmorning starts to ^Abloom: “^CPull up f^Bbrom your ^Abdive!” ^Gtill, We ^Fmhear the telltale ^Abboom too soon,^Eb hotdogging ^Abloon, ^{Db F}caught there Like a^C shard of ^Ammirror in^G the moon!

Now ^F#mthey’ve stopped giving ^Gorders But I ^F#mfollow anyw^Gay ^F#mLaying in our st^Gate of torpor ^F#mWaiting out the d^Gay While the ^Ade^F#eee^Bmeew^C burns a^Dway ^Bb

^FmRushing, ^Ebtearing, s^Bbpeeding ^Dbhome: ^FmBound to a ^Ebwheel that is ^Bbnot my ^Dbown Where ^Fmround every ^Ebbend ^BbI long to ^Dbsee ^FmTemporal ^Ebinfi^Bbdelit^Dby

^FmAll along the ^Ebroad, the l^Bbights stream ^Dbby ^FmI want to ^Ebgo where the ^Bbdew won’t d^Dbry ^FmI want to ^Ebgo where the ^Bblight won’t^Db bend— F^Fmar as the ^Ebeye may r^Bbeach—nor^Db end

But, ^Fminas^Ebmuch as t^Bbhat light is l^Dboaned And, ^Fminso^Ebfar as ^Bbwe’ve borrowed ^Dbbones ^FmMust every ^Ebdebt now ^Bbbe rep^Dbaid In s^Fmtar-spotted, ^Ebsickle-w^Bbinged night r^Dbaids While we ^Fmsing to the ^Ebgarden, and we ^Bbsing to the st^Dbars ^Fm And we sing in the ^Ebmeantime wher^Bbever you ^Dbare?

In the ^Fmfolds and the ^Ebbranches s^Bbomewhere out the^Dbre ^Fm I was only j^Ebust born in^Bbto open ^Dbair Now ^Fmhush, little ^Ebbabe, you ^Bbdon’t want to be^{Db Fm}Down in the ^Ebtrenches re^Bbmembering with m^Dbe

Where ^Abyou will not m^Ebark my^Db leaving ^Ab And you will not h^Ebear my parting^Db song ^AbNor is there c^Ebause for^Db grieving ^AbNor is there c^Ebause for c^Bbarrying on And ^Abdaughter, when ^Ebyou are^Db able ^AbCome down and ^Ebjoin! The kett^Dble’s on And your f^Abamily’s r^Ebound the t^Dbable ^Ab Will you come^Eb down, be^Bbfore the sun is^Db gone?