Joanna Newsom - Clam crab cockle cowry

That ^Cmeans no where I ^Gcome from. I am cold, out waiting for the day to come. I chew m^Cy lips, oh and I s^Fcratch my nose, feels so good to be a rose.

^COh don't, don't you lift me up like I'm that shy, no no no no no, just give it ^Gup – There are^F bats ^Gall diss^Colving in a row into^F the ^Gwishy^Am-washy dark that cannot let go. ^CI cannot let go, so I thank the lord, and I thank his sword! 'tho it be mincing u^Gp the mor^Amning, slightly bored. O, ^Cmorni^Fng wi^Cthou^Gt warni^Fng like a hole, and I watch you go.

There are ^Csome mo^Grnings w^Fhen the sky looks like a road. There are ^Csome dr^Gagons wh^Fo were built to have and hold. And s^Come machin^Ges are dropp^Fed from great heights lovingly. a^Cnd so^Fme bellies ^Cache wit^Gh many bumb^Flebees. (and they sting so terribly).

^CI do as I please. Now I'm on my knees. Your skin is someth^Ging tha^Amt I stir into my tea. ^FAnd I am watc^Amhing you and you are starry, starry, starry ^Cand I'm tumb^Gling down,^F and I check a frown. I^Ct's why I love this town. Well, just look around: just ^Amsee me serenaded hourly! celebrated sourly! d^Fedicated^G dourly; waltzi^Cng with the open sea – ^Gclam, c^Frab, co^Gckl^Ame, cowrie : will you just look at me' C F C G F x3 (3rd time) G C Oh… Hmm