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Driven through by her own sword
Summer died last night, alone.
Even the ghosts huddle up for warmth.
Autumn has come to my hometown
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Friendly voices, dead and gone,
singing, Star of the country down...
(even the ghosts help raise the barn,
here, now, in my hometown)
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-when, out of the massing
that bodes and bides, in the cold west,
flew a waxwing, who froze
and died against my breast!
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And all the while, rain,
like a weed in the tide,
swans and lists,
down on the gossiping lawn,
saying, "tsk, tsk, tsk".
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I may have changed. It's hard to gauge.
Time won't account for how I've aged.
Would I could tie your lying tongue,
who says that leaving keeps you young.
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I have got no control
over my heart, over my mind.
Over the hills, the rainclouds roll.
I'll winter here, wait for a sign.
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To cast myself out, over the water,
riven like a wishbone.
You'd hardly guess
I was my own mother's daughter;
I ain't naturally given to roam.
I lay low, when I return,
and I move like a gurney
whose wheels are squeaking,
alone, here in my home,
and I laugh, when you speak of my pleasure-seeking
among the tall pines,
along the lay-lines.
Here, where the loon keens.
There, where the moon leans.
There, where I know my violent love lays down,
in a row of silent, dove-gray days.
Here, in a row of silent, dove-gray days.
Wherever I go, I am snowbound
by thoughts of him whom I would sun.
I loved them all, one by one.
Cannot gain ground, cannot outrun;
but time marches along.
You can't always stick around.
But, when the final count is done,
I will be in my hometown.
I will be in my hometown.
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Summer died last night, alone.
Even the ghosts huddle up for warmth.
Autumn has come to my hometown
[00:-1.00]
Friendly voices, dead and gone,
singing, Star of the country down...
(even the ghosts help raise the barn,
here, now, in my hometown)
[00:-1.00]
-when, out of the massing
that bodes and bides, in the cold west,
flew a waxwing, who froze
and died against my breast!
[00:-1.00]
And all the while, rain,
like a weed in the tide,
swans and lists,
down on the gossiping lawn,
saying, "tsk, tsk, tsk".
[00:-1.00]
I may have changed. It's hard to gauge.
Time won't account for how I've aged.
Would I could tie your lying tongue,
who says that leaving keeps you young.
[00:-1.00]
I have got no control
over my heart, over my mind.
Over the hills, the rainclouds roll.
I'll winter here, wait for a sign.
[00:-1.00]
To cast myself out, over the water,
riven like a wishbone.
You'd hardly guess
I was my own mother's daughter;
I ain't naturally given to roam.
I lay low, when I return,
and I move like a gurney
whose wheels are squeaking,
alone, here in my home,
and I laugh, when you speak of my pleasure-seeking
among the tall pines,
along the lay-lines.
Here, where the loon keens.
There, where the moon leans.
There, where I know my violent love lays down,
in a row of silent, dove-gray days.
Here, in a row of silent, dove-gray days.
Wherever I go, I am snowbound
by thoughts of him whom I would sun.
I loved them all, one by one.
Cannot gain ground, cannot outrun;
but time marches along.
You can't always stick around.
But, when the final count is done,
I will be in my hometown.
I will be in my hometown.
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[ti:Autumn] [ar:Joanna Newsom] [al:Have One On Me] [by: ] [00:-4.00]Joanna Newsom - Autumn [00:-3.00]LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang [00:-2.00]@ @ [07:38.54][03:53.32][03:12.08][02:29.97][01:58.20][01:24.40][00:40.97][00:-1.00] [00:00.63]Driven through by her own sword [00:11.35]Summer died last night, alone. [00:20.68]Even the ghosts huddle up for warmth. [00:33.14]Autumn has come to my hometown [00:43.55]Friendly voices, dead and gone, [00:54.58]singing, Star of the country down... [01:03.61](even the ghosts help raise the barn, [01:15.50]here, now, in my hometown) [01:31.89]-when, out of the massing [01:34.73]that bodes and bides, in the cold west, [01:47.71]flew a waxwing, who froze [01:51.76]and died against my breast! [02:02.43]And all the while, rain, [02:05.78]like a weed in the tide, [02:09.97]swans and lists, [02:17.10]down on the gossiping lawn, [02:25.68]saying, "tsk, tsk, tsk". [02:31.03]I may have changed. It's hard to gauge. [02:41.20]Time won't account for how I've aged. [02:51.25]Would I could tie your lying tongue, [03:01.58]who says that leaving keeps you young. [03:12.74]I have got no control [03:23.28]over my heart, over my mind. [03:33.11]Over the hills, the rainclouds roll. [03:43.06]I'll winter here, wait for a sign. [03:57.63]To cast myself out, over the water, [04:04.56]riven like a wishbone. [04:09.45]You'd hardly guess [04:13.43]I was my own mother's daughter; [04:19.59]I ain't naturally given to roam. [04:25.39]I lay low, when I return, [04:33.00]and I move like a gurney [04:37.75]whose wheels are squeaking, [04:42.79]alone, here in my home, [04:47.50]and I laugh, when you speak of my pleasure-seeking [04:58.50]among the tall pines, [05:07.69]along the lay-lines. [05:18.53]Here, where the loon keens. [05:28.33]There, where the moon leans. [05:38.52]There, where I know my violent love lays down, [05:49.50]in a row of silent, dove-gray days. [05:58.53]Here, in a row of silent, dove-gray days. [06:09.34]Wherever I go, I am snowbound [06:17.95]by thoughts of him whom I would sun. [06:28.18]I loved them all, one by one. [06:39.20]Cannot gain ground, cannot outrun; [06:48.73]but time marches along. [07:00.11]You can't always stick around. [07:08.71]But, when the final count is done, [07:27.62][07:17.44]I will be in my hometown.
