The Air Again Joanna Newsom June of 78 Who are you, so arrayed On the banks of the lake adair? Pale lacuna agape And like the Moon in the lake You are not there My poor canary At uncertain behest Maggie’d blown to the west In a shimmering dust of gold With her pale yellow hair They would call her Canary And I loved my Maggie so And that is all you need to know But women here ain’t ever glad Not even Emma Nevada Coming back to share her wedding cake! Women hеre ain’t ever free (And Emma nеver left) we never leave We never last, we never ask, we never stake A claim, or complain, or take Not till I made a play For a parcel that lay On the amador county line Had a notion that I’d Find employ by-and-by At the lonesome willow mine But they don't enlist my kind In the meantime Set to prospecting where I was able And laying my Maggie a table And when it was warm, we would pan When it stormed, play vingt-et-un And when it was cold, they’d come sniffing, with gold in their hands! On and on and again On and on and again You do what you can Take an eighth of an ounce in allowance for my tax, only a dance If alone and abandoned and cast aside, you know the pastor tried in vain to ask her hand Even he! Well, everybody did And I had a plan But they had to sign away my mine And the deed left us free to scrape and bleed and go to seed and never marry Not canary, canary, canary, canary, canary, canary, canary, canary, canary, canary In the spring of that year When the tinker was here Gals would hire him to mend their tin I heard ‘em swarm from afar Like a storm in a jar Like a choir of cherubim Singing hymn, hymn, hymns Whispering, Maggie had gone Must have skipped with someone! Sounded wrong, though it did seem fair April turned into may And I looked every day for you, Maggie Till I heard they found a whore with the golden hair On the shores of the lake Adair On the sluice she was spread Loose, and languid, and dead From the kindness that she had shown Still she told me her tale Lifting veil after veil To expose a grin upon My yellow rose [?] and the lowing blow And thought I longed to believe As I muddied my sleeve And I studied the wicked hap And I longed to revive She was never alive, but by the grace, and the will, and the wheel, and the yen And the wickedness of men! But what to do then? I hauled myself up from the shore, and I called at the door of the foreman I told him and he laughed! So, alas, there was savagery then! Left a hole in his heart you could roll A cabbage in! (a cabbage?!) (Oh no, no! Just a little one, Maggie! Just a little one!) On and on and again ’Till they saw what I am And I am never done. I am never done Went inside for the light Got a paper and a pen Where to begin? Do you sue for the rights, route for the strike Through the alluvium to where it heeds For putting to the end of the lure of the deed The noose on a live oak tree bent over the saloon tent and meant for Me and Maggie! And though it wasn’t him It could’ve been him Or anyone who had done What I know so many men intended when they came or went They came and went So arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant Held a cloth to my hands Taking stock of my plans Well, there was something I had to make right I took his old buggy whip And I lowered his skip In the glow of the sodium lights With a load of dynamite Maggie said: I am here And with a touch on the ear After thirty years down in the mines Help me lead out the mules Help me free the poor fools Let them see for the very first time They were blind, blind, blind Then we rode for the rift And we bent genuflect And she opened her neck like a squid I saw the father appear Heard her sob in my ear Like a mob of cherubim Howling: Him! Him! It was him! It was him So I threw a charge down the shaft In a cart with the pastor who spat and evangelized He was the last and the worst Canary always goes first To sing where the waters rise Hear her sing. (go on now, Maggie!) On and on, on and on, on and on and again And on and on On and on and again! On and on and again! Then a knock on the wall And a knock and they all fall in And down and in And down and in And we pass away But we pass it on like a baton Down in the mine And so they return Pull the pumps, fill the sumps [?] something they will never learn They will never learn And even if the churn drill, and the stamp mill, and the Pelton wheel And the smoking furnace, all a’burning, overturning, learning She will never breathe The air again, air again, air again, air again, air again, air again Air again, air again, air again, air again, air again, air again Like the screech of a flare Or like they’re reaching for air Beneath the smothering eiderdown Veins of gold still outstretch In a silent arrest For miles and miles around And if I'm underground Then let me join in that line And let me toil in that mine Let me find what is hiding there Let me dig where I durst Let me drink when I thirst And let me breathe the peril air [?] And breathe for my canary And breathe Let me breathe Let me breathe for my canary Breathe for my canary, canary, canary Breathe for my (Canary always calls first!) Breathe for my canary, canary, canary, canary Breathe for my (Canary always calls first!) Breathe for my canary, canary, canary, canary Breathe for my (Canary always calls first!) Breathe for my canary, canary, canary, canary
It's so wild to be listening to this after listening to the Belasco recording on repeat for a year.
you can hear the piano part so much better in this recording!
Is it a new song from Newsom or just an unreleased song?--I saw her in Concert in Barcelona btw...and it was BRUTAL.
@@Pravindaswani74 its both! she premiered it last year in LA and will hopefully be on her next record
still foaming at the mouth over the doggone ticketweb captcha that foiled my chance to hear this live
Thank you ❤
thank you ❤️
That P I A N O work ❤
OBRIGADA
Tô aqui babando também 🥲
@@lilab82 fiquei radiante demais quando soube que colocaram aqui 😭 the air again era a que eu tava mais ansiosa para ver
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The Air Again
Joanna Newsom
June of 78
Who are you, so arrayed
On the banks of the lake adair?
Pale lacuna agape
And like the Moon in the lake
You are not there
My poor canary
At uncertain behest
Maggie’d blown to the west
In a shimmering dust of gold
With her pale yellow hair
They would call her Canary
And I loved my Maggie so
And that is all you need to know
But women here ain’t ever glad
Not even Emma Nevada
Coming back to share her wedding cake!
Women hеre ain’t ever free
(And Emma nеver left) we never leave
We never last, we never ask, we never stake
A claim, or complain, or take
Not till I made a play
For a parcel that lay
On the amador county line
Had a notion that I’d
Find employ by-and-by
At the lonesome willow mine
But they don't enlist my kind
In the meantime
Set to prospecting where I was able
And laying my Maggie a table
And when it was warm, we would pan
When it stormed, play vingt-et-un
And when it was cold, they’d come sniffing, with gold in their hands!
On and on and again
On and on and again
You do what you can
Take an eighth of an ounce in allowance for my tax, only a dance
If alone and abandoned and cast aside, you know the pastor tried in vain to ask her hand
Even he! Well, everybody did
And I had a plan
But they had to sign away my mine
And the deed left us free to scrape and bleed and go to seed and never marry
Not canary, canary, canary, canary, canary, canary, canary, canary, canary, canary
In the spring of that year
When the tinker was here
Gals would hire him to mend their tin
I heard ‘em swarm from afar
Like a storm in a jar
Like a choir of cherubim
Singing hymn, hymn, hymns
Whispering, Maggie had gone
Must have skipped with someone!
Sounded wrong, though it did seem fair
April turned into may
And I looked every day for you, Maggie
Till I heard they found a whore with the golden hair
On the shores of the lake Adair
On the sluice she was spread
Loose, and languid, and dead
From the kindness that she had shown
Still she told me her tale
Lifting veil after veil
To expose a grin upon
My yellow rose [?] and the lowing blow
And thought I longed to believe
As I muddied my sleeve
And I studied the wicked hap
And I longed to revive
She was never alive, but by the grace, and the will, and the wheel, and the yen
And the wickedness of men!
But what to do then?
I hauled myself up from the shore, and
I called at the door of the foreman
I told him and he laughed!
So, alas, there was savagery then!
Left a hole in his heart you could roll
A cabbage in! (a cabbage?!)
(Oh no, no! Just a little one, Maggie! Just a little one!)
On and on and again
’Till they saw what I am
And I am never done. I am never done
Went inside for the light
Got a paper and a pen
Where to begin?
Do you sue for the rights, route for the strike
Through the alluvium to where it heeds
For putting to the end of the lure of the deed
The noose on a live oak tree bent over the saloon tent and meant for
Me and Maggie!
And though it wasn’t him
It could’ve been him
Or anyone who had done
What I know so many men intended when they came or went
They came and went
So arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant
Held a cloth to my hands
Taking stock of my plans
Well, there was something I had to make right
I took his old buggy whip
And I lowered his skip
In the glow of the sodium lights
With a load of dynamite
Maggie said: I am here
And with a touch on the ear
After thirty years down in the mines
Help me lead out the mules
Help me free the poor fools
Let them see for the very first time
They were blind, blind, blind
Then we rode for the rift
And we bent genuflect
And she opened her neck like a squid
I saw the father appear
Heard her sob in my ear
Like a mob of cherubim
Howling: Him! Him!
It was him!
It was him
So I threw a charge down the shaft
In a cart with the pastor who spat and evangelized
He was the last and the worst
Canary always goes first
To sing where the waters rise
Hear her sing. (go on now, Maggie!)
On and on, on and on, on and on and again
And on and on
On and on and again!
On and on and again!
Then a knock on the wall
And a knock and they all fall in
And down and in
And down and in
And we pass away
But we pass it on like a baton
Down in the mine
And so they return
Pull the pumps, fill the sumps [?] something they will never learn
They will never learn
And even if the churn drill, and the stamp mill, and the Pelton wheel
And the smoking furnace, all a’burning, overturning, learning
She will never breathe
The air again, air again, air again, air again, air again, air again
Air again, air again, air again, air again, air again, air again
Like the screech of a flare
Or like they’re reaching for air
Beneath the smothering eiderdown
Veins of gold still outstretch
In a silent arrest
For miles and miles around
And if I'm underground
Then let me join in that line
And let me toil in that mine
Let me find what is hiding there
Let me dig where I durst
Let me drink when I thirst
And let me breathe the peril air [?]
And breathe for my canary
And breathe
Let me breathe
Let me breathe for my canary
Breathe for my canary, canary, canary
Breathe for my
(Canary always calls first!)
Breathe for my canary, canary, canary, canary
Breathe for my
(Canary always calls first!)
Breathe for my canary, canary, canary, canary
Breathe for my
(Canary always calls first!)
Breathe for my canary, canary, canary, canary
ok i didnt know she could play piano like that. she looks great these days odd i think she is getting more beautiful