Joanna Newsom - Occident
LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
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Mercy me, the night is long.
Take my pen, to write you this song.
Lord: is it harder to carry on,
Or to know when you are done?
All my life, I've felt as though
I'm inside a beautiful memory,
replaying
with the sound turned down low.
Long-life, show your face.
Slow-heart, curb your taste.
Smoke me out of my hiding place.
Long-life, state your case.
What in the world are we waiting for-
building glowing cities along the shore,
where the wind batters,
baiting my kin like a matador?
So much value, placed upon
what lies just beyond our plans:
waving my handkerchief,
running along, till the end of the sand.
Long-life, speak your name.
I'm so tired of the guessing game.
But, something is movin