Joanna Newsom – Only Skin (Guitar)

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[Verse]
F                       Am
and there was a booming above you

    G  F                        Am
that night, black airplanes flew over the sea

F                                  Am
and they were lowing and shifting like
beached whales
G      F
shelled snails

                       Am
as you strained and you squinted to see

G       F                          Am
the retreat of their hairless and blind cavalry

G       Em7           D
you froze in your sand shoal

C           Bb
prayed for your poor soul

F           C        Bb           Dm
sky was a bread roll, soaking in a milk-bowl

  Em7            D      C                Bb
and when the bread broke, fell in bricks of wet smoke

F                  C   Bb              Dm
my sleeping heart woke, and my waking heart spoke

F                                       Am
then there was a silence you took to mean something:

          G     F
mean, run, sing

                   Am             G 
for alive you will evermore be

F                                         Am
and the plague of the greasy black engines a-skulkin'

   G     F
has gone east

                 G      Am
while you're left to explain them to me

   G    F                         Am
released from their hairless and blind cavalry

G          Em7            D     C        Bb
with your hands in your pockets, stubbily running

F           C       Bb           Dm
to where I'm unfresh, undressed and yawning

          Em7          D     C        Bb
well, what is this craziness? this crazy talking?

F              C          Bb           Dm
you caught some small death when you were sleepwalking

A            Em        D          A 
it was a dark dream, darlin', it's over

F       C       Bb            Dm
the firebreather is beneath the clover

A            Em                    D         A 
beneath his breathing there is cold clay, forever

F           C        Bb            Dm
a toothless hound-dog choking on a feather

F#m           A          Bm             D
but I took my fishingpole (fearing your fever)

F#m    A                Bm                 D    
down to the swimminghole, where there grows a bitter herb

F#m              A                    Bm                         Bbadd6
that blooms but one day a year by the riverside - I'd bring it here:

F        C
   apply it gently

Bb                Dm
to the love you've lent me

F                                          Am
  while the river was twisting and braiding, the bait bobbed

        G      F                            Am                   G
and the string sobbed, as it cut through the hustling breeze  

F                                            Am
  and I watched how the water was kneading so neatly

        G     F
gone treacly

                   Am 
nearly slowed to a stop in this heat

   G    F                        Am           G
- frenzy coiling flush along the muscles beneath

Am       C         Em       G
press on me: we are restless things

Am      C          Em         G
webs of seaweed are swaddling

    Am             C
you call upon the dusk

       Em       G
of the musk of a squid

Am           C             Em             G
shot full of ink, until you sink into your crib

Dm       F             Am                C
rowing along, among the reeds, among the rushes

Dm           F               C               Am7
I heard your song, before my heart had time to hush it!

Dm         F                 Am            C
smell of a stone fruit being cut and being opened

Dm         F            C         Am7
smell of a low and of a lazy cinder smoking

        C         G      C     G/B
and when the fire moves away  

Am         G    F
fire moves away, son

C   G         C      G/B
why would you say

Am        G        F 
I was the last one?
Fm7
Am          C          Em   G
scrape your knee; it is only skin

Am        C       Em      G
makes the sound of violins

      Am        C                  Em               G
when I cut your hair, and leave the birds all of the trimmings

        Am       C          Em  G
I'm the happiest woman among all women!

   Db
and the shallow

Fm
water

                   Dbm7   Fm
stretches as far as I can see

         Db        Eb/Db
knee-deep, trudging along

           Db       Fm
a seagull weeps; "so long"

Db  Fm
   humming a threshing song

    Fm
until the night is over
hold on! hold on!
Db
hold your horses back from the fickle dawn

 Fm
I have got some business out at the edge of town

Db
candy weighing both of my pockets down

        Fm
'til I can hardly stay afloat, from the weight of them

    Db
(and knowing how the common-folk condemn

Fm
what it is I do, to you, to keep you warm

Db
being a woman, being a woman)

   Bbm
but always up the mountainside you're clambering

Db
  groping blindly, hungry for anything

Bbm
picking through your pocket linings - well, what is this?

Db              Eb
  scrap of sassafras, eh Sisyphus?

  Fm
I see the blossoms broke and wet after the rain

Db
little sister, he will be back again

 Fm
I have washed a thousand spiders down the drain

Db
  spiders ghosts hang soaked and dangeling

Bbm
silently from all the blooming cherry trees

  Db
in tiny nooses, safe from everyone

Bbm        
- nothing but a nuisance; gone now, dead and done

Db          Eb
be a woman, be a woman!

      Fm
though we felt the spray of the waves

                            Bbm                  Ab   Gmdim
we decided to stay 'til the tide rose too far  

Fm                           Bbm
we weren't afraid, 'cause we know what you are

                                          Am  Bbm  Cmadd6
and you know that we know what you are  
awful atoll
             Eb                      Dbm7add11
- o, incalculable indiscreetness and sorrow
bawl, bellow:
         Fm                           Cmadd6
Sibyl sea-cow, all done up in a bow 
toddle and roll;
             Eb
teeth an impalpable bit of leather

      Dbm7add11
while yarrow, heather and hollyhock

Fm           Eb         Fm
awkwardly molt along the shore

               Db
are you mine?

  Fm           Db
my heart?     
mine anymore? F Db stay with me for a while
                           F
that's an awfully real gun

                              Db
I know life will lay you down

                                 F
as the lightning has lately done

                 Am
failing this, failing this,

  C              G
follow me, my sweetest friend

    F             G/F                     Am
to see what you anointed in pointing your gun there

C
lay it down! nice and slow!

        G                    F
there is nowhere to go, save up

                                 Am            G     F
up where the light, undiluted, is weaving in a drunk dream

                   Am               G   F
at the sight of my baby, out back

                          Am             G      F
back on the patio watching the bats bring night in

                         Am              G
while, elsewhere, estuaries of wax-white

    F                     Am                G
wend, endlessly, towards seashores unmapped

          Em7         D      C         Bb     
last week our picture window produced a half-word

F         C      Bb        Dm
heavy and hollow, hit by a brown bird

Em7          D          C           Bb 
we stood and watched her gape like a rattlesnake

F            C     Bb        Dm
and pant and labour over every intake

A         Em           D                  A
I said a sort of prayer for some sort of rare grace

F              C       Bb             Dm
then thought I ought to take her to a higher place

A              Em          D             A
said: "dog nor vulture nor cat shall toy with you

F              C         Bb               Dm
and though you die, bird, you will have a fine view"

F#m        A
then in my hot hand

Bm             D
she slumped her sick weight

F#m               A
we tramped through the poison oak

Bm             D
heartbroke and inchoate

F#m           A
the dogs were snapping

Bm                  D
so you cuffed their collars

F#m            A
while I clibmed the tree-house

Bm         D
then how I hollered!

     F#m              A                       Bm                     Bbadd6
cause she'd lain, as still as a stone, in my palm, for a lifetime or two

F              C       Bb                    Dm
 then, saw the treetops, cocked her head and up and flew away and

F#m         A      
back in the world that moves, often

  Bb                               Bbadd6
according to the hoarding of these clues

FM7              C
dogs still run roughly around

Bb                   Dm
little tufts of finch-down)

F                                         Am
and the cities we passed were a flickering wasteland

  G    F                           Am               G  F
but his hand in my hand made them hale and harmless

                                             Am
while down in the lowlands the crops are all coming

             F
we have everything

                   Am
life is thundering blissful towards death

       G  F                   Am           G
in a stampede of his fumbling green gentleness

Am          C        Em    G
you stopped by, I was all alive

Am      C        Em            G
in my doorway, we shucked and jived

             Am          C        
and when you wept, I was gone:

          Em                G
see, I got gone when I got wise

        Am       C        Em         G
but I can't with certainty say we survived

Dm              F 
then down, and down

                Am 
and down, and down

                C
and down, and deeper

Dm              F
stoke without sound

                C
the blameless flames

           Am7
you endless sleeper

Dm             F              Am                C
through fire below, and fire above, and fire within

Dm                  F                         C                 Am7
sleeped through the things that couldn't have been if you hadn't have been

        C        G      C
and when the fire moves away

Am           G    F
fire moves away, son

G     C        G     G/B
why would you say

Am         G    F
I was the last one?

Am     C            Em           G
all my bones they are gone, gone, gone

Am       C      G            Dm
take my bones, I don't need none

Am         C             Em                G
cold, cold cupboard, Lord, nothing to chew on!

Am        C     G         F
suck all day on a cherry stone

Am            C       Em           G
dig a little hole, not three inches round

Am         C         G            Dm
spit your pit in the hole in the ground

Am             C          Em          G
weep upon the spot for the starving of me!

     Am        C      G         F
till up grow a fine young cherry tree

     Am                C            Em           G
well when the bough breaks, what'll you make for me?

   Am             C          G         Dm
a little willow cabin to rest on your knee

Am          C          Em            G
what'll I do with a trinket such as this?

Am            C             G           F
think of your woman, who's gone to the west

            Am          C           Em          G
but I'm starving and freezing in my measly old bed!

          Am               C              G                Dm
then I'll crawl across the salt flats to stroke your sweet head

Am              C           Em       G
come across the desert with no shoes on!

Am           C       G        F
I love you truly, or I love no-one

Fm7   Am
fire
moves away
                 Fm7
fire moves away, son
why would you say
                 Fm7
I was the last one?  

Am          G
Last one.. 
clear the room! there's a fire, a fire, a fire
                               Am                 G 
get going, and I'm going to be right behind you

F                           Am               G 
and if the love of a woman or two, dear,

          F                               Am 
couldn't move you to such heights, then all I can do

  G  F                  Am
is do, my darling, right by you