Joanna Newsom – Peach, Plum, Pear
We speak in the store
I’m a sensitive bore
you seem markedly more
and I’m oozing surprise
But it’s late in the day
and you’re well on your way
what was golden went grey
and I’m suddenly shy
And the gathering floozies
afford to be choosy
and all sneezing darkly
in the dimming divide
And I have read the right books
to interpret your looks
you were knocking me down
with the palm of your eye
Go na na na na na…
This was unlike the story
it was written to be
I was riding its back
when it used to ride me
And we were galloping manic
to the mouth of the source
We were swallowing panic
in the face of its force
And I am blue
I am blue
and unwell
made me bolt like a horse
And na na na na na na na…
Now it’s done
Watch it go
And you’ve changed some…
Water ruin from the snow
And am I so dear?
Do I run rare?
And you’ve changed some
Peach, Plum, Pear
Peach, Plum…