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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Adriana Zoppo
Violin
Bart Samolis
Double Bass
Briana Bandy
Viola
Cameron Patrick
Violin
Caroline Buckman
Viola
Dave Stone
Double Bass
David Stenske
Violin
Edmund Stein
Violin
Emily Newsom
Harmony Vocals
Erika Duke-Kirkpatrick
Cello
Francine Walsh
Violin
Gina Kronstadt
Violin
Giovanna Moraga Clayton
Cello
Grant Geissman
Electric Guitar
Jessica Van Velzen
Viola
Joanna Newsom
Vocals
John Wittenberg
Violin
Julie Rogers
Violin
Karen Elaine-Bakunin
Viola
Larry Greenfield
Violin
Lee Sklar
Electric Bass Guitar
Marda Todd
Viola
Matt Cartsonis
Mandolin
Miriam Mayer
Viola
Peter Doubrovsky
Double Bass
Peter Kent
First Violin
Shari Zippert
Violin
Sharon Jackson
Violin
Terry Schonig
Marimba
Van Dyke Parks
Conductor
Vladimir Polimatidi
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Van Dyke Parks
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jim O'Rourke
Mixing Engineer
Joanna Newsom
Producer
Nick Webb
Mastering Engineer
Steve Albini
Engineer
Tim Boyle
Engineer
Van Dyke Parks
Producer
Lyrics
The meadowlark and the chim-choo-ree and the sparrow
Set to the sky in a flying spree, for the sport of the pharaoh
A little while later the Pharisees dragged a comb through the meadow
Do you remember what they called up to you and me in our window?
There is a rusty light on the pines tonight
Some corn wine, Lord, or merlot
Into the bones of the birches
And the spires of the churches
Jutting out from the shadows
And the yoke and the axe and the old smokestacks and the bale and the barrow
And everything sloped like it was dragged from a rope
In the mouth of the south below
We've seen those mountains kneeling, felten and grey
We thought our very hearts would up and melt away
From the snow in the night time
Just going
And going
And the stirring of wind chimes
In the morning
In the morning
Helps me find my way back in
From the place where I have been
And, Emily, I saw you last night by the river
I dreamed you were skipping little stones across the surface of the water
Frowning at the angle where they were lost, and slipped under forever
In a mud-cloud, mica-spangled, like the sky'd been breathing on a mirror
Anyhow, I sat by your side, by the water
You taught me the names of the stars overhead that I wrote down in my ledger
Though all I knew of the rote universe were those Pleiades loosed in December
I promised you I'd set them to verse so I'd always remember
That the meteorite is a source of the light
And the meteor's just what we see
And the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee
And the meteorite's just what causes the light
And the meteor's how it's perceived
And the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee
You came and lay a cold compress upon the mess I'm in
Threw the windows wide and cried: Amen! Amen! Amen!
The whole world stopped to hear you hollering
You looked down and saw now what was happening
The lines are fadin' in my kingdom
Though I have never known the way to border 'em in
So the muddy mouths of baboons and sows and the grouse and the horse and the hen
Grope at the gate of the looming lake that was once a tidy pen
And the mail is late and the great estates are not lit from within
The talk in town's becoming downright sickening
In due time we will see the far butte lit by a flare
I've seen your bravery, and I will follow you there
And row through the night time
So healthy
Gone healthy all of a sudden
In search of a midwife
Who can help me
Who can help me
Help me find my way back in
And there are worries where I've been
And say, say, say in the lee of the bay; don't be bothered
Leave your troubles here where the tugboats shear the water from the water
Flanked by furrows, curling back, like a match held up to a newspaper
Emily, they'll follow your lead by the letter
And I make this claim, and I'm not ashamed to say I knew you better
What they've seen is just a beam of your sun that banishes winter
Let us go! Though we know it's a hopeless endeavor
The ties that bind, they are barbed and spined and hold us close forever
Though there is nothing would help me come to grips with a sky that is gaping and yawning
There is a song I woke with on my lips as you sailed your great ship towards the morning
Come on home; the poppies are all grown knee-deep by now
Blossoms all have fallen, and the pollen ruins the plow
Peonies nod in the breeze and while they wetly bow
With hydrocephalitic listlessness ants mop up their brows
And everything with wings is restless, aimless, drunk and dour
Butterflies and birds collide at hot, ungodly hours
And my clay-colored motherlessness rangily reclines
Come on home, now! All my bones are dolorous with vines
Pa pointed out to me, for the hundredth time tonight
The way the ladle leads to a dirt-red bullet of light
Squint skyward and listen
Loving him, we move within his borders
Just asterisms in the stars' set order
We could stand for a century
Starin', with our heads cocked
In the broad daylight at this thing
Joy
Landlocked
In bodies that don't keep
Dumbstruck with the sweetness of being
Till we don't be
Told take this
And eat this
Told the meteorite is the source of the light
And the meteor's just what we see
And the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee
And the meteorite's just what causes the light
And the meteor's how it's perceived
And the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee
Writer(s): Joanna Caroline Newsom
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