Joanna Newsom - Occident

^AmMercy m^Eme, the ^Fnight is ^Clong. ^AmTake ^Fmy ^Ebpen, to wri^Bbte you this so^Cng. ^DmLord: is it h^Garder t^Bbo carry ^Con,

^Bbor to know wh^Cen you are done? ^AmAll my^Em life, I've ^Ffelt as ^Cthough ^AmI'm ^Fin^Ebside ^Bba beauti^Cful ^Dmmemory, Repl^Gaying with the ^Bbsound ^Cturned ^Bbdown ^Flow.

^CLong-^Flife,^G show your f^Cace. ^EmSlow-^Amheart, ^Bbcurb your ^Ctaste. ^CSmoke me ^Fout of my h^Giding p^Clace. ^EmLong-^Amlife, st^Bbate your ^Ccase.

^AmWhat in the ^Emworld are we^F waiting ^Cfor— ^Ambuild^Fing ^Ebglowing ^Bbcities along the s^Chore, ^Dmwhere the wind^G batters in, ^Bbbaiting my ^Ckin ^Bblike a m^Bbatador?

^AmSo much v^Emalue, ^Fplaced ^Cupon ^Amwhat ^Flies ^Ebjust ^Bbbeyond our p^Clans: ^Dmwaving my ^Ghandkerchief, ^Bbrunning a^Clong,^Bb till the end of^C the sand.

^CLong-^Flife, ^Gspeak your n^Came. ^EmI'm ^Amso tired^Bb of the guessing ^Cgame. ^CBut, something ^Fis moving, ^Gjust out of fra^Cme: ^EmSlow-h^Ameart, ^Bbbrace and ^Caim.

^AmBreaching ^Emslowly, a^Fcross the ^Csea, ^Amone ^Fmast— a ^Ebflash, like the^Bb stinger of a ^Cbee— ^Dmto take you^G away, a ^Bbswarming fl^Ceet i^Bbs gonna take ^Cyou from me.

T^Amhe unive^Emrse is ge^Ftting l^Coose: ^Amsodd^Fen sp^Ebread, ^Bbfrom some leade^Cn disuse, ^Dmrushing, un^Ghinged, toward ^Bbdiminishing li^Cghts, ^Bblike a headless ca^Cboose.

^CI'll wait for^F you, ^Galongside the^C ocean, ^Emand make^Am do with^Bb my no-s^Ckin. But^C then, Lon^Fg-life, will y^Gou let me i^Cn? And ^Emthen, Slow-^Amheart, are you ^Bbgonna know ^Chim? ^CLong-li^Ffe, spea^Gk your na^Cme. ^EmI wait, while^Am I d^Bbecry the wa^Cit. ^CAnd when I ^Fdie, may^G I rel^Cate: ^EmSlow ^Amheart, ^Bbcongre^Cgate.

To ^Amleave your h^Emome, and your f^Fami^Cly, ^Amfor ^Fsome ^Ebdisto^Bbrtion of pr^Coperty? Well,^Dm darling, I can^G't go. But^Bb you may st^Cay ^Bbhere, wi^Cth me.