Joanna Newsom - Esme

^FI can f^Ceel a ^Bbdiffere^Fnce. Tod^Cay, a d^Bbiffere^Fnce: ^Fall of us, ^Cin our ^Bbten^Fts, fearing g^Cod like a ^Bbmistr^Fess.

We l^Fay on the rocks, ^Cin ^Bbthe su^Fn, watching y^Cou and your m^Bbama row ^Fin, I sa^Ft up and bl^Cinked, when you a^Bbppear^Fed, so pa^Cle you were ne^Bbarly c^Flear! ^FLater, I stumbled ^Cto ^Bbmy b^Fed, all a^Clone in the b^Bbranc^Fhes. I l^Faid in the ^Cdark, thinking a^Bbbou^Ft all of my f^Criends, and their c^Bbhan^Fges.

And ^AmI do not ^Dmknow if ^Bbyou^G know just ^Bbwhat you have d^Fone. ^AmYou are the sweetest o^Dmne I have ^Bbeve^Gr laid ^Bbmy eyes u^Fpon.

It's a be^Fautiful t^Cown, with the r^Dmain coming d^Bbown. ^GBlackberry, r^Ebosemary, ^Bbjimmy-crack-^Fcorn. You've got the ^Frun of the ^Cplace, now that you're r^Dmunning a^Bbround; and may kin^Fdness, ^Ebkindness, ki^Bbndness a^Fbound.

^FIn this h^Cour of^Bb our li^Fves — hou^Cr of ef^Bbfortless p^Flenty — ^Fhow do we know which p^Carts of our h^Bbearts want w^Fhat, with such b^Case ge^Bbneros^Fity?

^FTaking so many ^Cphotog^Bbraphs — so a^Fmazed! — we've n^Cever seen a ^Bbbaby so ne^Fwlyborn. ^FAnd, when the b^Culbs ^Bbdo flash, as bright as ^Fmorning, the crowd ^Ckeeps on gat^Bbhering like an electric s^Ftorm.

The phant^Fom of lov^Ce moves am^Dmong us at wi^Bbll. Each p^Ghantom-limb l^Ebost, has^Bb got an ange^Fl (^Fso confus^Ced, like the wagging ^Dmbobbed-^Bbtail of a bu^Clldog): ^Bbkindness, kindness prev^Fails.

^FKindness prev^Cails! ^BbTies and rails, ties and ^Frails fall into li^Cne, bearing ^Bbkindn^Fess. ^FWhere will you ^Cgo, if not h^Bbere? ^FWhat will you ^Csay, when you w^Bbrite to ^Fus?

And th^Fis is a wor^Cld of ter^Bbrible hardship, everyw^Fhere, and I search for w^Cords to set ^Bbyou at e^Fase. But th^Fere, in the looki^Cng-glass, a ki^Bbte is soaring, st^Filling my war^Cring heart and my t^Bbrembling k^Fnees. ^FClean as a b^Creeze, ^Bbbright as the ^Fday: all of the p^Ceople gat^Bbher to s^Fay:

"Sweet E^Csme! S^Bbweet E^Fsme! ^COh, ^Bboh, ^Foh!"

^FI believe l^Cove will a^Dmlways surround ^Bbyou — b^Grave as a b^Ebear, with a ^Bbheart rare and t^Frue. But if you are s^Ccared, ^Dmif you are b^Bblue, ^GI have prep^Ebared this^Bb small song f^For you:

^FSweet Es^Gme! S^Bbweet E^Fsme! Oh, ^Bboh, ^Foh! ^FSweet Es^Gme! S^Bbweet E^Fsme! Oh, ^Bboh, ^Foh! ^FSweet Es^Gme! S^Bbweet E^Fsme! Oh, ^Bboh, ^Foh!