Ribbon Bows-Joanna Newsom

[00:00.562]There is a spring, not far from here [00:10.906]The water runs both sweet and clear — [00:19.500]Both sweet and clear, and cold: [00:28.695]Could crack your bones [00:33.215]With veins of gold [00:37.264]I stood, a-wagging, at the tap; [00:46.589]Just a-waiting on the lagging, rising sap [00:55.419]I held the cold tin ladle to my lip [01:04.274]At the Shrine of the Thousand Arms [01:07.226]I lowered my eyes to sip [01:12.529]What a beautiful day to catch my drift [01:19.895]Or be caught up in it [01:31.128]You want your love, Love? [01:35.282]Come and get your love; [01:37.424]I only took it back [01:40.166]Because I thought you didn't [01:45.104]How my ears did ring [01:49.309]At the municipal pound [01:53.306]From that old hangdog [01:58.086]To which I was bound: [02:02.057]Curled 'round the bottom rung — [02:06.472]Doesn't anybody want you? [02:10.599]Well, come on, darlin [02:12.898]I could use someone like you around [02:18.566]I am not like you, I ain't from this place [02:26.482]And I do reserve the right [02:29.668]To repeat all my same mistakes [02:35.729]And, in the night, like you [02:40.013]I certainly bite and chew [02:44.062]What I can find [02:46.361]And never seem to lose the taste [02:51.794]What a horrible face I feel me make — [03:01.094]For Pete's sake [03:09.009]What you have told me, I cannot erase! — [03:15.435](Though I keep on saying [03:17.394]And I do believe, it is not too late) [03:24.891]All day, you're hassling me with trifles: [03:41.923]Black nose of the dog, as cold as a rifle [03:58.276]Indicating, with a nudge [04:03.657]God, No God. God, No God [04:10.788]Sweet, appraising eye of the dog [04:15.961]Blink once if god [04:18.782]Twice if no god [04:24.712]My mama may be ashamed of me [04:32.418]With all of my finery: [04:42.501]Carrying on [04:44.591]Whooping it up till the early morn [04:48.039]Lost and lorn [04:50.260]Among the madding revelry! [04:54.909]Sure, I can pass [04:59.611]Honey, I can pass [05:03.791]Particularly when I start to tip my glass [05:11.575]I'll be a sport [05:13.508]And have a go at that old song [05:17.322]Singing unabashed, about [05:18.890]'Them city girls [05:21.032]With their ribbon bows [05:23.017]And their fancy sash...' [05:26.517]But, though I get so sad [05:29.652](could swear the night [05:31.820]Makes a motion to claim me [05:34.694]Around that second verse) [05:36.470]I reckon I've felt worse [05:38.194]And still held fast [05:42.609]But, later on, when I am alone [05:46.344]Alone at last [05:49.375]Well I take my god to task [05:53.972]I take my god to task [06:01.417]