Sadie
- Joanna Newsom (2004)You are listening to the song Sadie by Joanna Newsom, writer by Joanna Newsom in album The Milk-Eyed Mender. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
Sadie white coat
You carry me home
And bury this bone
And take this pine-cone.
Bury this bone to gnaw on it later
Gnawing on the telephone and
'Till then we pray & suspend
The notion that these lives do never end.
And all day long we talk about mercy:
Lead me to water lord I sure am thirsty
Down in the ditch where I nearly served you
Up in the clouds where he almost heard you.
And all that we built
And all that we breathed
And all that we spilt or pulled up like weeds
Is piled up in back
And it burns irrevocably.
(and we spoke up in turns
'Till the silence crept over me)
And bless you and I deeply do
No longer resolute and I call to you.
But the water got so cold
And you do lose
What you don't hold.
This is an old song these are old blues
This is not my tune but it's mine to use
And the seabirds where the fear once grew
Will flock with a fury
And they will bury what'd come for you.
And down where I darn with the milk-eyed mender
You and I and a love so tender
Stretched-on a hoop where I stitch-this adage:
"Bless our house and its heart so savage".
And all that I want and all that I need
And all that I got is scattered like seed
And all that I knew is moving away from me.
(and all that I know is blowing
Like tumbleweed)
And the mealy worms
In the brine will burn
In the salty pyre
Among the fauns and ferns.
And the love we hold
And the love we spurn
Will never grow cold
Only taciturn.
And i'll tell you tomorrow
Sadie go on home now
And bless those who sicken below
And bless us who have chosen so.
And all that I got
And all that I need
I tie in a knot
And I lay at your feet
And I have not forgot
But a silence crept over me.
(So dig up your bone
Exhume your pine-cone my Sadie)
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