Joanna Newsom Quotes
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And, when the bulbs do flash,as bright as morning,the crowd keeps on gatheringlike an electric storm.
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I have a recording that I did of instrumental songs.
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I have a deep rooted folk sensibility that I can't get away from completely.
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I played piano for about two years when I was a kid. I didn't play long enough to be really great.
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It's valid that the Strokes and the Pleased have been influenced by some of the same bands. But it's invalid in the sense that we listen to the Strokes and try to sounds like them. I think that they are a good band.
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I am always trying to write.
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Water were your limbsAnd the fire was your hairAnd then the moon caught your eye,and you rose through the air.Well if you've seen true light,then this is my prayer:Will you call meWhen you get there?
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I killed my dinnerwith karatekicked him in the face,taste the body, shallow work is the work that I do.
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Coats of bouclé, jacquard and cashmere;cartouche and tweed, all silver shot -and everything that could remind youof how easy I was not.
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Well, yeah, I wanted to resist the urge to thicken everything up with instrumentation, because I just felt like I was interested in seeing how the songs did on their own.
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I am consciously trying not to make it sound Celtic or African.
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But inasmuch as that light is loaned, insofar as we’ve borrowed bones, must every debt now be repaid in star-spotted, sickle-winged night raids
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I wasn't interested in writing music that wasn't beautiful for me to listen to.
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People are often afraid for me. They think that I am going to break. I can make it through a set.
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Wolf-spider, crouch in your funnel nest.If I knew you, once,now I know you less.In the sinking sand,where we've come to rest,have I had a hand in your loneliness?
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You should listen to a lot of different music.
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Then the slow lip of fire moves across the prairie with precisionWhile, somewhere, with your pliers and glue, you make your first incisionAnd, in a moment of almost-unbearable vision, doubled over with the hunger of lions'Hold me close', cooed the dove, who was stuffed now with sawdust and diamonds.
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While yonder, wild and blue,the wild blue yonder looms.'Till we are wracked with rheum,by roads, by songs entombed.
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And all that we built, and all that we breathedAnd all that we spilled or pulled up like weeds Is piled up in back and it burns irrevocablyAnd we spoke up in turns 'til the silence crept over me.
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I wanted to write songs which I think is a different thing. I wanted to write music that is informed by folk music. The chord progressions are obvious references.
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I started playing harp about fourteen years ago.
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I have writing songs on my own for about six years.
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Lyrics are very different. There is a clear line between that and a poem. Something that has been a source of great excitement and delight for me is this idea that I get to rhyme.
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Emily, I saw you last night by the riverI dreamed you were skipping little stones across the surface of the waterFrowning at the angle where they were lost, and slipped under foreverIn a mud cloud, mica-spangled, like the sky'd been breathing on a mirror.