Joanna Newsom - Inflamatory writ

Oh ^Dwhere is your inf^Glammat^Aory ^Dwrit Your text that would ins^Gide a ^Alight be ^Dlit

Well no we do not if we ^Gcannot get ^Aover ^Dit But ^GMaj7what’s it mean when suddenly we’r^Bme spent tell me true Am^GMaj7bition came and reared it’s head and ^Bmwent far from you Even ^GMaj7molluscs have weddings though solemn and leaden But you ^Bmdirge for the dead and take no jam on your bread Just a ^Dsupper of salt and a ^Gwaltz through your ^Aempty ^Dbed And ^Fall at once it ^Acame to me And I ^Bbwrote in hunch til ^F4:30 ^CmBut that ves^Gmtal light^A it burns out^D with the night In ^G7spite of all the time that ^Dmwe spent on it On ^Bbone bedraggled ^Fghost of a sonnet While ^Goutside the wild ^Dboars root ^BmWithout bending a ^Abough underfoot Oh it ^Cbreaks my heart I don’^Gt know how they do it

And ^Das for my in^Gflamma^Atory ^Dwrit I wrote it and I was ^Gnot inf^Alamed one ^Dbit Ad^GMaj7vice from the master derailed that disaster He said ^Bmhand that pen over to me poetaster While ^GMaj7‘cross the great plains keening lovely and awful You ^Bmulate the lost great American novels An ^Dunlawful lot left to ^Gstutter and ^Afreeze flood^Dlit But at least they didn’^Ct run to thei^Gr un^Adying cr^Dedit