Clam Crab Cockle Cowry

Joanna Newsom

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