Burning Pile歌詞

Joanna Newsom - In C專輯ifornia
LRC 編者 lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
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My heart became a drunken runt
On the day i sunk in this shunt
To tap me clean
Of all the wonder
And the sorrow I have seen
Since I left my home:
My home on the old Milk Lake
Where the darkness does fall so fast
It feels like some kind of mistake
(Just like they told you it would;
just like the Tulgeywood).
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When i came into my land
I did not understand:
Neither dry rot, nor the burn pile
Nor the bark-beetle, nor the dry well,
Nor the black bear.
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But there is another,
who is a little older
When I broke my bone,
he carried me up from the riverside
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To spend my life
in spitting distance,
of the love that I have known,
I must stay here, in an endless eventide.
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And if you come and see me
you will upset the order.
You cannot come and see me,
For I set myself apart.
But when you come and see me,
in California
you cross the border of my heart.
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Well, I have sown untidy furrows
across my soul,
but I am still a coward,
content to see my garden grow
so sweet & full
of someone else's flowers.
But sometimes
I can almost feel the power.
Sometimes I am so in love with you
(like a little clock
that trembles on the edge of the hour,
only ever calling out "Cuckoo, cuckoo")
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When I called you,
you, little one
in a bad way,
did you love me?
Do you spite me?
Time will tell if I can be well,
and rise to meet you rightly.
While, moving across my land,
brandishing themselves
like a burning branch,
adce the tallow-colored,
wall-eyed deer,
quiet as gondoliers,
while I wait all night, for you,
in California,
watching the fox pick off my goldfish
from their sorry, golden state-
and I am no longer afraid
of anything, save
the life that, here, awaits.
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I don't belong to anyone.
My heart is heavy as an oil drum.
I don't want to be alone.
My heart is yellow as an ear of corn,
and I have torn my soul apart, from
pulling artlessly with fool commands.
Some nights
I just never go to sleep at all,
and I stand,
shaking in the doorway like a sentinel,
all alone,
bracing like the bow upon a ship,
and fully abandoning
any thought of anywhere
but home,
my home.
Sometimes I can almost feel the power.
And I do love you.
Is it only timing,
that has made it such a dark hour,
only ever chiming out,
"Cuckoo, cuckoo"?
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Cu-ckoo, cu-ckoo, koo, ha-a, ha-hour, ha-a, ha-a
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My heart, I wear you down, I know
Gotta think straight,
Keep a clean plate;
keep from wearing down.
If I lose my head
Just where am I going to lay it?
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(For it has half-ruined me,
to be hanging around,
here, among the Daphne,
blooming out the big brown;
I am native to it, but I'm overgrown.
I am choked my roots
on the earth, as rich as roe,
here,
down in California)
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