Joanna Newsom - Sawdust and diamonds

From the top of ^Cthe flight ^EmOf the wide whit^Ce stairs ^EmThrough the rest^C of my life ^EmDo you wait for ^Cme there? ^EmThere's a bell i^Cn my ears ^EmThere's the wide^C white roar ^EmDrop a bell down^C the stairs ^EmHear it fall for^Cever mor ^EmHear it fall for^Cevermore

^GDrop a bell off ^Emof the dock ^GBlot it out in t^Emhe sea ^GDrowning mute as^Em a rock ^Gsounding mutiny ^{Em G}There's a light in the wings, hits this system of strings, from the side while they swi^Emng; See the wires, the wires, the wires.

^GAnd the articulation in our elbows and knees ^EmMakes us buckle and we couple in endless increase As the audience admires ^GAnd the little white dove Made with love, made with love ^EmMade with glue and a glove and some pliers ^GSwings a low sickle arc from its perch in the dark ^EmSettle down, settle down my desire

^DAnd the moment I slept ^CI was swept up in a terr^Gible tremor ^DThough no longer bereft, how I s^Chook And i couldn't re^Emmember ^DAnd then the furthermost shake ^AmDrove a murdering stake in ^CAnd cleft me rig^Emht down through^G my center ^DAnd I shouldn't say so ^CBut I know that it was t^Emhen or never ^GPush me back int^Emo a tree ^GBind my buttons ^Emwith salt ^GFill my long ear^Ems with bees ^GBraying 'please, please, please, Oh you ought not^Em! No you ought not!' ^GAnd then the system of strings tugs on the tip of my wings Cut from cardboard and old ma^Emgazines Makes me warble and rise like a sparrow. ^GAnd in the place where I stood There is a circle of wood A quarter to which you ch^Emop and you stack in your barrow ^GAnd it is terribly good To carry water and chop wood Streaked with soot, heavy ^Embooted and wild-eyed ^GAs I crash through the rafters And the ropes and the pulleys trail after And the holiest, holiest belfry burns sk^Emy high

^DAnd then a slow lip of fire ^CMoves across the prairie^G with precision While somewhere with your pliers and glu^Ce You make your first incision ^{Em D}And in a moment of almos^At unbearable vision ^CDoubled over with the hu^Emnger of lions ^{G D}'Hold me close', cooed the dove Who was st^Cuffed now with sawdust and dia^Emmonds

^AI wanted^C to say^G 'why the long face?' ^ASparrow perch^C and play songs of long fa^Gce ^ABurro buc^Ck and bray son^Ggs of long face Sings 'i will swallow^Am your sadness and e^Cat your cold clay ^GJust to lift your long face ^AAnd though it may be madness, I ^Cwill take to the grave ^GYour precious long face ^A& though our bones they may break & our ^Csouls separate ^GWhy the long face? And though our bodies re^Acoil from the gr^Cip of the soil ^GWhy the long face?

^GIn the trough of the waves ^{Em G}Which are pawing like dogs ^{Em G}Pitch we, pale-faced and grave^{Em G}As I write in my log. ^{Em G}Then I hear a noise from the h^Emull ^GSeven days out to sea ^{Em G}And it is the damnable bell ^{Em G}And it tolls, I believe, that it tolls It tolls for m^Eme! And it tolls for me! ^GAnd though my wrists and my waist Seem so easy to break Still my dear ^EmI would've walked you to the edge of the water ^GAnd they will recognize all the lines of your face In the face of^Em the daughter, of the daughter, of my daughter ^GAnd darling we will be fine But what was yours and mine ^EmAppears to be a sandcastle that the gibbering wave takes ^GBut if it's all just the same Then say my name, say my name, ^Emin the morning so that i know when the wave breaks

^DI wasn't born of a whistle ^COr milked from a thistle^G at twilight ^DNo, i was all horns and thorns Sprung out fully for^Cmed, knock-kneed and upright ^{Em D}So enough of this terror^A we deserve to know light ^CAnd grow evermor^Eme lighter and l^Gighter ^DYou would have seen me through ^CBut I could not ^Emundo that desire

^DOh-oh, o^Ch-oh-oh^Em desire ^DOh-oh, o^Ch-oh-oh^Em desire D C Em Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh desire ^EmFrom the top of ^Cthe flight ^EmOf the wide whit^Ce stairs ^EmThrough the rest^C of my life ^EmDo you wait for ^Cme there?