[ti:No Provenance]
[ar:Joanna Newsom]
[al:Have One On Me]

[00:-4.00]Joanna Newsom - No Provenance
[00:-3.00]LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
[06:08.83][05:09.15][04:38.17][03:31.22][02:44.88][01:58.53][01:07.05][00:31.07][00:-1.00]
[00:00.17]Allelu, allelu:
[00:05.45]I have died happy,
[00:10.60]and lived to tell the tale to you.
[00:15.74]I have slept for forty years,
[00:20.86]and woke to find me gone.
[00:25.95]I woke safe and warm in your arms.
[00:36.18]Not informed of the natural law,
[00:41.31]squatting, lordly, on a stool, in a stall,
[00:46.42]we spun gold clear out of straw.
[00:51.55]And, when our bales of bullion
[00:51.69]were stored,
[00:56.79]you burned me like a barn.
[01:01.91]I burned safe and warm in your arms.
[01:12.18]I'm afraid of the Big Return.
[01:17.31]There's a certain conversation lost,
[01:22.46]and that loss incurred
[01:27.58]with nobody remaining,
[01:32.71]to register who had passed this way,
[01:37.85]in the night,
[01:37.99]in the middle of the night
[01:43.13](negating their grace and their sight),
[01:48.28]till only I remember, or mark,
[01:53.41]how we had our talk:
[02:03.68]We took our ride,
[02:08.82]so that there was no-one home,
[02:13.93]and the lights of Rome
[02:19.06]flickered and died.
[02:24.20]And, what's more,
[02:29.35]I believe that you knew it, too;
[02:29.46]I think you saw their flares,
[02:34.60]and kept me safely unawares,
[02:39.74]in your arms.
[02:50.00]The grass was tall, and strung with burrs,
[02:55.13]I essayed that high sashay which,
[03:00.27]in my mind, was my way;
[03:00.42]you hung behind, in yours.
[03:05.56]Anyhow, she did not neigh.
[03:10.70]I do not know
[03:15.83]what drew our eyes to hers;
[03:20.96]that little black mare did not stir,
[03:26.10]till I lay down in your arms.
[03:36.35]Poor old dirty little dog-size horse!--
[03:46.79][03:41.49]swaying and wheezing,
[03:46.62]as a matter of course;
[03:51.92]as a matter of pride.
[03:57.06]That poor old nag, not four palms wide,
[04:02.20]had waited a long time,
[04:07.34]coated in salt,
[04:12.48]buckled like a ship run foul of the fence.
[04:17.63]In the middle of the night,
[04:22.75]she'd sprung up,
[04:27.88]no provenance,
[04:33.02]bearing the whites of her eyes.
[04:38.33]And you, with your
[04:43.46]'arrangement' with Fate,
[04:48.61]nodded sadly at her lame assault
[04:53.74]on that steady old gate,
[04:58.88]her faultlessly etiolated fishbelly-face;
[05:04.02]the muzzle of a ghost.
[05:14.29]And, pretty Johnny Appleseed,
[05:19.43]via satellite feed,
[05:24.57]tell us, who was it
[05:24.71]that you then loved the most?
[05:29.85]Pretty Johnny Appleseed,
[05:34.99]leave a trail that leads
[05:40.14]straight back down to the farm.
[05:45.25]Lay me down
[05:50.39]safe and warm in your arms.