Joanna Newsom - Sawdust and Diamonds (Live in Chicago 10/10/19)

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  • @soleywolfgangsdottir
    @soleywolfgangsdottir Рік тому +6

    so mesmerizing to watch her play the harp and sing along those lyrics of epic dimensions

  • @ericdoce4974
    @ericdoce4974 2 роки тому +32

    This performance is unreal

    • @gibberconfirm425
      @gibberconfirm425 2 роки тому +4

      I used to listen to the bootleg of this song while I was writing my novel makes me want to cry.

    • @rickr114
      @rickr114 Рік тому +1

      @@gibberconfirm425 I mean there's nothing really great about this that beats out other versions but it's "the most beautiful song ever written," kinda creeps me out at 3.7k views.
      I heard a Fly buzz - when I died -
      The Stillness in the Room
      Was like the Stillness in the Air -
      Between the Heaves of Storm -
      The Eyes around - had wrung them dry -
      And Breaths were gathering firm
      For that last Onset - when the King
      Be witnessed - in the Room -
      I willed my Keepsakes - Signed away
      What portion of me be
      Assignable - and then it was
      There interposed a Fly -
      With Blue - uncertain - stumbling Buzz -
      Between the light - and me -
      And then the Windows failed - and then
      I could not see to see -

  • @lilygalvez
    @lilygalvez 2 роки тому +16

    LYRICS:
    From the top of the flight
    of the wide, white stairs,
    through the rest of my life,
    do you wait for me there?
    There’s a bell in my ears.
    There’s the wide, white roar.
    Drop a bell down the stairs.
    Hear it fall forevermore.
    Hear it fall forevermore.
    Drop a bell off of the dock.
    Blot it out in the sea.
    Drowning mute as a rock;
    and sounding mutiny.
    There’s a light in the wings, hits the system of strings,
    from the side, where they swing -
    see the wires, the wires, the wires.
    And the articulation in our elbows and knees
    makes us buckle;
    and we couple in endless increase
    as the audience admires.
    And the little white dove,
    made with love, made with love;
    made with glue, and a glove, and some pliers
    swings a low sickle arc, from its perch in the dark:
    settle down, settle down, my desire.
    And the moment I slept, I was swept up in a terrible tremor.
    Though no longer bereft, how I shook! And I couldn’t remember.
    And then the furthermost shake drove a murthering stake in,
    and cleft me right down through my center.
    And I shouldn’t say so, but I know that it was then, or never.
    Push me back into a tree.
    Bind my buttons with salt.
    Fill my long ears with bees
    praying please please please love
    you ought not
    No you ought not
    And then the system of strings tugs on the tip of my wings
    (cut from cardboard and old magazines):
    makes me warble and rise, like a sparrow.
    And in the place where I stood, there is a circle of wood -
    a cord or two - which you chop, and you stack in your barrow.
    It is terribly good to carry water and chop wood,
    streaked with soot, heavy-booted and wild-eyed;
    as I crash through the rafters,
    and the ropes and the pulleys trail after
    and the holiest belfry burns sky-high.
    And then the slow lip of fire moves across the prairie with precision,
    while, somewhere, with your pliers and glue, you make your first incision.
    And in a moment of almost-unbearable vision,
    doubled over with the hunger of lions,
    Hold me close, cooed the dove,
    who was stuffed, now, with sawdust and diamonds.
    I wanted to say: Why the long face.
    Sparrow, perch and play songs of long face.
    Burro, buck and bray songs of long face!
    Sing, I will swallow your sadness, and eat your cold clay,
    just to lift your long face;
    And though it may be madness, I will take to the grave
    your precious longface.
    And though our bones they may break, and our souls separate -
    Why the long face?
    And though our bodies recoil from the grip of the soil -
    Why the long face?
    And in the trough of the waves,
    which are pawing like dogs,
    pitch we, pale-faced and grave,
    as I write in my log.
    Then I hear a noise from the hull,
    seven days out to sea.
    And it is the damnable bell!
    And it tolls - well, I believe that it tolls - it tolls for me.
    And it tolls for me.
    And though my wrists and my waist seemed so easy to break,
    still, my dear, I’d have walked you to the edge of the water.
    And they will recognize all the lines of your face
    in the face of the daughter of the daughter of my daughter.
    And darling, we will be fine; but what was yours and mine
    appears to me a sandcastle
    that the gibbering wave takes.
    But if it’s all just the same, then will you say my name;
    say my name in the morning, so that I know when the wave breaks.
    I wasn’t born of a whistle, or milked from a thistle at twilight.
    No; I was all horns and thorns, sprung out fully formed, knock-kneed and upright.
    So: enough of this terror.
    We deserve to know light,
    and grow evermore lighter and lighter.
    You would have seen me through,
    But I could not undo that desire.
    O, desire!
    O, desire!
    O, desire!
    Desire, desire, desire, desire.
    From the top of the flight
    of the wide, white stairs
    Through the rest of my life
    Do you wait for me there?

  • @Simulacreage
    @Simulacreage 2 роки тому +17

    Incredible.

  • @dinglemccringleberry6258
    @dinglemccringleberry6258 2 роки тому +16

    Robin sent me here

  • @JohnSmith762A11B
    @JohnSmith762A11B Рік тому +8

    This is post-vocal chord injury Joanna. The piercing squeaks and screeches of the original are all replaced with basic melodic substitutions. Still incredible, but for the real "Sawdust & Diamonds" search for her 2006/2007 performances.

    • @soleywolfgangsdottir
      @soleywolfgangsdottir Рік тому +1

      wow. just listened to it, what a beautiful piece! thanks for mentioning it!

  • @lvl99paint
    @lvl99paint 9 місяців тому +1

    magical

  • @mikol58
    @mikol58 Рік тому +4

    Sooooo....perb.