Clam Crab Cockle Cowrie

Joanna Newsom

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Tom:
B F# That means no where I come from. I am cold, out waiting for the day to come.
B B F# E I chew my lips, oh and I scratch my nose, feels so good to be a rose.
B Oh don't, don't you lift me up like I'm that shy, no no no no no,
F# just give it up –
E F# B There are bats all dissolving in a row
E F# G#m into the wishy-washy dark that cannot let go.
B I cannot let go, so I thank the lord, and I thank his sword!
F# G#m 'tho it be mincing up the morning, slightly bored.
B E B E O, morning without warning like a hole, and I watch you go.
B F# E There are some mornings when the sky looks like a road.
B F# E There are some dragons who were built to have and hold.
B F# E And some machines are dropped from great heights lovingly.
B E B F# E and some bellies ache with many bumblebees. (and they sting so terribly).
B I do as I please. Now I'm on my knees.
F# G#m Your skin is something that I stir into my tea.
E G#m And I am watching you and you are starry, starry, starry
B F# E and I'm tumbling down, and I check a frown.
B It's why I love this town. Well, just look around:
G#m to see me serenaded hourly! celebrated sourly!
E F# B dedicated dourly; waltzing with the open sea –
F# E F# G#m clam, crab, cockle, cowrie : will you just look at me? B E B F# E x3 (3rd time) F# B Oh… Hmm
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