[ti:Autumn]
[ar:Joanna Newsom]
[al:Have One On Me]

[00:-4.00]Joanna Newsom - Autumn
[00:-3.00]LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
[07:38.54][03:53.32][03:12.08][02:29.97][01:58.20][01:24.40][00:40.97][00:-1.00]
[00:00.63]Driven through by her own sword
[00:11.35]Summer died last night, alone.
[00:20.68]Even the ghosts huddle up for warmth.
[00:33.14]Autumn has come to my hometown
[00:43.55]Friendly voices, dead and gone,
[00:54.58]singing, Star of the country down...
[01:03.61](even the ghosts help raise the barn,
[01:15.50]here, now, in my hometown)
[01:31.89]-when, out of the massing
[01:34.73]that bodes and bides, in the cold west,
[01:47.71]flew a waxwing, who froze
[01:51.76]and died against my breast!
[02:02.43]And all the while, rain,
[02:05.78]like a weed in the tide,
[02:09.97]swans and lists,
[02:17.10]down on the gossiping lawn,
[02:25.68]saying, "tsk, tsk, tsk".
[02:31.03]I may have changed. It's hard to gauge.
[02:41.20]Time won't account for how I've aged.
[02:51.25]Would I could tie your lying tongue,
[03:01.58]who says that leaving keeps you young.
[03:12.74]I have got no control
[03:23.28]over my heart, over my mind.
[03:33.11]Over the hills, the rainclouds roll.
[03:43.06]I'll winter here, wait for a sign.
[03:57.63]To cast myself out, over the water,
[04:04.56]riven like a wishbone.
[04:09.45]You'd hardly guess
[04:13.43]I was my own mother's daughter;
[04:19.59]I ain't naturally given to roam.
[04:25.39]I lay low, when I return,
[04:33.00]and I move like a gurney
[04:37.75]whose wheels are squeaking,
[04:42.79]alone, here in my home,
[04:47.50]and I laugh, when you speak of my pleasure-seeking
[04:58.50]among the tall pines,
[05:07.69]along the lay-lines.
[05:18.53]Here, where the loon keens.
[05:28.33]There, where the moon leans.
[05:38.52]There, where I know my violent love lays down,
[05:49.50]in a row of silent, dove-gray days.
[05:58.53]Here, in a row of silent, dove-gray days.
[06:09.34]Wherever I go, I am snowbound
[06:17.95]by thoughts of him whom I would sun.
[06:28.18]I loved them all, one by one.
[06:39.20]Cannot gain ground, cannot outrun;
[06:48.73]but time marches along.
[07:00.11]You can't always stick around.
[07:08.71]But, when the final count is done,
[07:27.62][07:17.44]I will be in my hometown.