"(...)And though my wrists and my waist
Seem so easy to break
Still my dear i would have walked you to the edge of the water
And they will recognise
All the lines of your face
In the face of the daughter, of the daughter, of my daughter
And darling we will be fine
But what was yours and mine
Appears to be a sandcastle that the gibbering wave takes
But if it's all just the same
Then say my name, say my name,
Say my name in the morning so that i know when the wave breaks
I wasn't born of a whistle
Or milked from a thistle at twilight
No, i was all horns and thorns
Sprung out fully formed, knock-kneed and upright
So enough of this terror we deserve to know light
And grow evermore lighter and lighter
You would have seen me through
But i could not undo that desire
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh desire
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh desire
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh desire milkymoon
From the top of the flight
Of the wide white stairs
Through the rest of my life
Do you wait for me there? "
Joanna Newsom
sexta-feira, 5 de março de 2010
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