Go Long Lyrics - Have One On Me - Joanna Newsom

Last night again 

you were in my dreams 

Several expendable limbs were at stake 

You were a prince, spinning rims 

all sentiments Indian given and half baked 

I was brought in on a palanquin 

made of the many bodies of beautiful women 

brought to this place to be examined 

swaying on the elephant, a princess of India 

We both want the very same thing 

we are praying I am the one to save you 

but you don't even own your own violence 

run away from home your beard is still blue 

With the loneliness of you mighty men 

with your jaws and fists, and guitars and pens 

and your sugar lip, but I've never been 

to the fire pits with you mighty men 

Who made you this way? 

Who made you this way? 

Who is going to bear your beautiful children? 

You think you can just stop 

when you're ready for a change 

who will take care of you 

when you're old and dying? 

You burn in the Mekong 

to prove your worth 

Go long, go long, 

right over the edge of the earth 

You have been wronged, tore up since birth 

you have done harm, others have done worse 

Will you tuck your shirt? 

Will you leave it loose? 

You're badly hurt, you're a silly goose 

you're caked in mud, and in blood, and worse 

chew your bitter cud, grope your little nurse 

Do you know why my ankles are bound in gauze? 

Sickly dressage, a princess of Kentucky 

in the middle of the woods which were the probable cause 

we danced in the loft like two panting monkeys 

I will give you a call for one last hurrah 

and if this tale is tall, forgive my scrambling 

but you keep palming along the wall 

moving at a blind crawl, but always rambling 

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? 

When you leave me alone in this old palace of yours 

it starts to get to me, I take to walking 

what a woman does is open doors 

and it is not a question of locking or unlocking 

I have never seen such a terrible room 

gilded with the gold teeth of the women who've loved you 

and though I die, Magpie, this I bequeath 

by any other name, a Jay is still blue 

With the loneliness of you mighty men 

with your mighty kiss 

that might never, never end 

while so far away, in the seat of the West 

burns the fount of the heat of that loneliness 

There's a man who only will speak in code 

backing slowly, slowly down the road 

May he master everything that such men may know 

about loving, and letting go