January 30, 2006 23:23 | Bits

Peach, plum, pear

from "The Milk-Eyed Mender" by Joanna Newsom


We speak in the store
I'm a sensitive bore
you seem markedly more
and I'm oozing surprise

But it's late in the day
and you're well on your way
what was golden went gray
and I'm suddenly shy

And the gathering floozies
afford to be choosy
and all sneezing darkly
in the dimming divide

And I have read the right books
to interpret your looks
you were knocking me down
with the palm of your eye

So now now now now now now
now nownow now now...

This is unlike the story
it was written to be
I was riding its back
when it used to ride me

And we were galloping manic
to the mouth of the source
we were swallowing panic
in the face of its force

And I am blue
I am blue and unwell,
made me bolt like a horse.

Oh now now now now now now
now nownow now now...

Now it's done.
Watch it go.
'n you've changed some.
Water runs from the snow.

Am I so dear?
Do I run rare?
And you've changed some
peach, plum, pear,
peach, plum