Joanna Newsom - Clam crab cockle cowrie

That ^Bmeans no where I come ^F#from. I am cold, out waiting for the day to come. I ch^Bew my lips,^B oh an^F#d I scratch m^Ey nose, feels so good to be a rose.

Oh ^Bdon't, don't you lift me up like I'm that shy, no no no no no, just give it ^F#up – There are^E bats ^F#all dis^Bsolving in a row into^E the ^F#wishy-^G#mwashy dark that cannot let go. I cannot let ^Bgo, so I thank the lord, and I thank his sword! 'tho i^F#t be mincing up the morn^G#ming, slightly bored. O, ^Bmorning wit^Ehout warning ^Blike a hole, and I ^Ewatch you go.

There are ^Bsome mo^F#rnings wh^Een the sky looks like a road. There are ^Bsome dr^F#agons who^E were built to have and hold. And s^Bome machin^F#es are droppe^Ed from great heights lovingly. and some ^Bbellies ^Eache with m^Bany b^F#umblebees. (an^Ed they sting so terribly).

I do as I ^Bplease. Now I'm on my knees. Your skin is somethi^F#ng that I^G#m stir into my tea. And I am ^Ewatching you and you ^G#mare starry, starry, starry and I^B'm tumbl^F#ing down, a^End I check a frown. I^Bt's why I love this town. Well, just look around: to se^G#me me serenaded hourly! celebrated sourly! d^Eedicated^F# dourly; waltzi^Bng with the open sea – ^F#clam, cr^Eab, coc^F#kle, cowrie : w^G#mill you just look at me' B D B F# E x3 (3rd time) F# B Oh… Hmm