[Lyrics] 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). 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. But there is another, Who is a little older. When I broke my bone, He carried me up from the riverside. To spend my life In spitting-distance Of the love that I have known, I must stay here, in an endless eventide. 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. 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"). 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, Advance the tallow-colored, Walleyed 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. I don't belong to anyone. My heart is heavy as an oil drum. And 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 my 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"? 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? (For it has half-ruined me, To be hanging around, Here, among the daphne, Blooming out of the big brown; I am native to it, but I'm overgrown. I have choked my roots On the earth, as rich as roe, Here, down in California.)
At first glance, without really listening to the lyrics, Joanna's tone coupled with the light plucking of the harp strings fills me with a sense of frail hope. It speaks of a willing, heartbreaking vulnerability. Then the words start to register and you realize it's not delicate or helpless at all but actually strong and sure and deceptively empowered. Well done, Joanna. By 6:48, you're ready to stand up and do battle with an intensity and rush you never could have anticipated.
(...) well, 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 (...)
i love the part where it has the same melody as "does not suffice"
I love to come back to this video
[Lyrics]
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).
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.
But there is another,
Who is a little older.
When I broke my bone,
He carried me up from the riverside.
To spend my life
In spitting-distance
Of the love that I have known,
I must stay here, in an endless eventide.
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.
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").
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,
Advance the tallow-colored,
Walleyed 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.
I don't belong to anyone.
My heart is heavy as an oil drum.
And 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 my 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"?
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?
(For it has half-ruined me,
To be hanging around,
Here, among the daphne,
Blooming out of the big brown;
I am native to it, but I'm overgrown.
I have choked my roots
On the earth, as rich as roe,
Here, down in California.)
At first glance, without really listening to the lyrics, Joanna's tone coupled with the light plucking of the harp strings fills me with a sense of frail hope. It speaks of a willing, heartbreaking vulnerability. Then the words start to register and you realize it's not delicate or helpless at all but actually strong and sure and deceptively empowered. Well done, Joanna. By 6:48, you're ready to stand up and do battle with an intensity and rush you never could have anticipated.
beautifully said... yes ❤️.
That orchestral flourish starting at 5:30 is so beautiful - - incredible composition...masterpiece!
gives me chills
I love Joanna.
greetings from Brazil, excelente!
This is lovely thanks so much for the imagery
I love the video so much
I get a strong Kate Bush vibe from this track. Good job, Joanna!
Me too!
thank you so much for this video, SFTheOtherSide
My muse.
Very nice. Somewhat reminiscent of Kate Bush!
(...)
well, 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
(...)
lovely video! please tell me: where in CA were those pictures taken at 3:27 - 3:32?
+oi4adoette Both scenes are photographed at Mono Lake near Lee Vining, eastern Sierra's.
Where was the beginning footage taken? The waterfall.
The Los Angeles County Arboretum and Botanical Gardens, Arcadia, California.
not bad
ROFLMAO
ROTFLMFAO
loooooooooooooooooooooooool xd
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