Occident Lyrics - Have One On Me - Joanna Newsom

Mercy me, the night is long. 

Take my pen, to write you this song. 

Lord: is it harder to carry on, 

or to know when you are done? 

All my life, I've felt as though 

I'm inside a beautiful memory, 

replaying 

with the sound turned down low. 

Long-life, show your face. 

Slow-heart, curb your taste. 

Smoke me out of my hiding place. 

Long-life, state your case. 

What in the world are we waiting for-- 

building glowing cities 'long the shore, 

where the wind batters in, 

baiting my kin like a matador? 

So much value, placed upon 

what lies just beyond our plans: 

waving my handkerchief, 

running along, till the end of the sand. 

Long-life, speak your name. 

So tired of the guessing game. 

But, something is moving, 

just out-of-frame: 

Slow-heart, 

brace and aim. 

Breaching slowly, 'cross the sea, 

one mast-- 

flash, like the stinger of a bee-- 

to take you away, 

a swarming fleet is gonna take you 

from me. 

The universe is getting loose: 

sodden spread, 

from some leaden disuse, 

rushing, unhinged, 

towards diminishing lights, 

like a headless caboose. 

I'll wait for you, 

'longside the ocean, 

and make do 

with my no-skin. 

But then, Long-life, 

will you let me in? 

And then, Slow-heart, 

are you gonna know him? 

Long-life, speak your name. 

I wait, while I decry the wait. 

And when I die, may I relate: 

Slow heart, congregate. 

To leave your home, and your family, 

for some distortion of property? 

Well, darling, I can't go. 

But you may stay 

here, with me.