《Goose Eggs》歌词

[00:00:03] Goose Eggs - Joanna Newsom

[00:00:12] What we built, at the kiln that won't be stilled

[00:00:19] Did not set well:

[00:00:22] The old veil of desire

[00:00:25] Like vessels that we fired

[00:00:29] Fell thin as eggshells

[00:00:32] And every season, somebody burns

[00:00:36] Downtown, taking turns

[00:00:38] Taking a bus, to take a train and just plain vamoose

[00:00:43] Now the wind blows coals over the hills. Honey

[00:00:47] I've been paying my bills

[00:00:49] But honey it's been a long time since I've come to any use

[00:00:54] And it hurt me bad, when I heard the news

[00:00:57] That you'd got that call, and could not refuse

[00:01:00] A goose, alone, I suppose, can know the loneliness of geese

[00:01:06] Who never find their peace,

[00:01:08] whether north, or south, or west, or east;

[00:01:13] West or east

[00:01:16] And I could never find my way

[00:01:19] To being the kind of friend you seemed to need in me

[00:01:24] Till the needing had ceased.

[00:01:30] Recently, a bottle of rye, and a friend, and me

[00:01:37] On our five loose legs

[00:01:40] Had a ramble, and spoke

[00:01:44] Of the scrambling of broken hopes, and goose eggs

[00:01:51] And of a strang, long ago

[00:01:54] Not you, honey! You, I know.

[00:01:57] We just spoke of broken hopes and old strangers

[00:02:02] Now the wind blows coals over the sea. Tell you what, honey:

[00:02:06] You and me better run and see if we can't contain them, first

[00:02:13] But you had somewhere that you had to go

[00:02:15] And you caught that flight out of Covalo

[00:02:18] Now, overhead, you're gunning in those Vs

[00:02:23] Where you had better find your peace

[00:02:26] Whether north, or south, or west, or east

[00:02:32] west or east

[00:02:35] And I had better find my way

[00:02:37] To being the kind of friend you seemed to need in me

[00:02:43] At last at least

[00:02:45] What's redacted will repeat

[00:02:48] And you cannot learn that you burn when you touch the heat

[00:02:53] So we touch the heat

[00:02:57] And we cut facsimiles of love and death

[00:03:02] just separate holes in sheets

[00:03:05] Where you cannot breathe, and you cannot see

[00:03:07] And I cannot now, for the life of me, believe our talk

[00:03:13] Our flock had cause to leave

[00:03:16] But do we?

[00:03:19] Do we?