
Cover of Joanna Newsom's 'Sawdust & Diamonds' on the harp. Sheet music from jntp.110mb.com Sawdust and Diamonds From the top of the flight of the wide, white stairs, through the rest of my life, do you wait for me there? Theres a bell in my ears. Theres the wide, white roar. Drop a bell down the stairs. Hear it fall forevermore. Drop a bell off of the dock. Blot it out in the sea. Drowning mute as a rock; sounding mutiny. Theres 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; 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 couldnt remember. Then the furthermost shake drove a murthering stake in, and cleft me right down through my center. And I shouldnt 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 Then the system of strings tugs at 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 <b>...</b>
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Sawdust
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Diamonds
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