Inflammatory Writ-Joanna Newsom

[00:00.300] [00:04.924]Oh, where is your inflammatory writ? [00:13.597]Your text that would incite a light, "Be lit"? [00:22.113]Our music deserving devotion unswerving [00:26.527]Cry "Do I deserve her?" with unflagging fervor [00:30.733](Well, no we do not, if we cannot get over it) [00:36.010] [00:39.197]But what's it mean [00:41.313]When suddenly we're spent? [00:44.682]Tell me true! [00:47.974]Ambition came and reared its head, and went [00:53.460]Far from you! [00:56.228]Even mollusks have weddings [00:58.710]Though solemn and leaden [01:00.669]But you dirge for the dead [01:02.628]And take no jam on your bread [01:04.875]Just a supper of salt and a waltz [01:07.957]Through your empty bed [01:10.204] [01:13.678]And all at once it came to me [01:17.988]And I wrote him hunched 'till four-thirty [01:22.873]But that vestal light [01:26.844]It burns out with the night [01:30.971]In spite of all the time that we spend on it [01:35.282]On one bedraggled ghost of a sonnet! [01:39.461]While outside, the wild boars root [01:44.111]Without bending a bough underfoot [01:47.690]Or it breaks my heart, I don't know how they doing [01:52.575]So don't ask me! [01:54.586]And as for my inflammatory writ? [02:02.710]Well, I wrote it and I was not inflamed one bit [02:11.801]Advice from the master derailed that disaster [02:15.980]He said "Hand that pen over to me, poetaster!" [02:20.369]While across the great plains [02:22.197]Keening lovely & awful [02:24.496]Ululate the lost Great American Novels [02:28.937]An unlawful lot, left to stutter and freeze, floodlit [02:36.983](But at least they didn't run [02:39.229]To their undying credit.) [02:42.442]