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letra de the air again - joanna newsom

june of ‘78
who are you so afraid of [?]
and like the moon in the lake, you are not there
that poor canary

at a certain behest
maggie’d blown to the west
in a shimmering dust of gold
with her pale yellow hair
they would call her canary
and i love my maggie so
and that is all you need to know

[?] not even up in nevada
come back to share her wedding cake
women here ain’t ever free
we never left, we nevеr leave
we nеver run fast, we never ask, we never stay
acclaim or complain or take

not till i made a play for a parcel that lay
on the end of the ol’ county line
and a notion that i’d find implored by and by
at the lonesome willow of mine
but they don’t enlist my kind

in the meantime, set to prospecting where i was able
and laying my maggie a table
and when it was warm, we would pan
when it stormed, play [?]

and when it was cold, they’d come sniffing
what good is a [?]
[open a can?] and you do what you can

take a eighth of an ounce, an allowance
for the penance, [?]
and cast aside your old [?] pastor
tried in vain to ask her hand
leave him here, everybody dear
and they had a plan but they had to sign
o’er the mine and the deed
left this fool to scr-pe and bleed
and go to seed and never marry
not canary, canary, canary, canary, canary
canary, canary, canary, canary, canary

in the spring of that year, when the tinker was here
gals would hire him to mend their tin
i heard ‘em swarm from afar, like a storm in a jar
like a choir of cherubim
singing him, him, him

whispering, maggie had gone, must have skipped with someone
sounded wrong, though it did seem fair
ankle turned in the [?], i looked every day for you, maggie
till i heard they found a h-rn with the golden hair
on the shores of the lake again

on the slough she was spread
loose and languid and dead
from the kindness that she had shown
something she told me, her tale
lifting veil after veil
to expose a grin upon
[?]

and now i longed to relieve as i muddied my sleeve
and i studied the wicked [hand?]
and i longed to revive, she was never alive
but by the grace and the will and the [?]
and the wickedness of men
but what to do then?
i hauled myself up from the shore and
i called at the door of the foreman
i told him and he laughed
so at last there was savage revenge

left a hole in his heart you could row in
a cabbage, a cabbage, oh
no, no, just a little one, maggie, just a little one

[?] and again ’til you saw what they [?]
i am never done, i am never done

when you fight for the like of begging
[?] a pan[?], murdered again
you s[?] for the rhymes
root for the strike through the alluvial [tributaries?]
full of [?] to begin toward the deed
for loose and alive, old dream had haunted us
a long time, [?] it
for me and maggie

a rumour; wasn’t him
it couldn’ta been! i know anyone
who would die [?]

canary, canary, canary, canary, canary
canary, canary, canary, canary, canary

[?] taking stock of my plans
but there was something i had to make right
i took his old buggy with and i lowered the skip
in the glow of the sodium lights
with a load [?]

maggie said, “i am here and [?] touch of [?]
after 30 years down in the mines
help me lead out the mules
let me free the poor fools
let them see for the very first time
they were blind, blind, blind”

then we rode toward the [?]
[?]
and she opened her neck like a stream
i saw the father appear, heard her sob in my ear
like a [?]

howling “him, him
it was him, it was him”

so i threw a charge down the shaft
in a cart with a pastor who spat and evangelized
she was the last and the worst, canary always goes first
to sing where the waters rise

hear her sing, go on now, maggie
and then on and then on and then on and again
on and on, on and on and again
on and on and again

[?]
they will never learn
and even if they [?]
overturn and earning, she will never breathe

canary, canary, canary, canary, canary
canary, canary, canary, canary, canary

like the speech of a [?], like they’re reaching for air
beneath the smothering i look down
veins of gold still outstretch, in a silent arrest
for miles and miles around

and if i [?]
then let me toil in that [?]
then let me toil in that mine
let me fly [?] in there
and let me dig where i burst
let me drink when i thirst
and let me breathe [?]
and breathe from that canary
and breathe

let me breathe
let me breathe from that canary
breathe from that canary, canary, canary
breathe from that canary
always goes go first
breathe from that canary, canary, canary, canary
breathe from that canary
always goes go first
breathe from that canary, canary, canary, canary, canary, canary
breathe from that canary
always goes go first
breathe from that canary, canary, canary, canary, canary
canary, canary, canary, canary, canary

- joanna newsom

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