[00:01.58]Inflammatory Writ
[00:03.24]Joanna Newsom
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[00:04.52]她挺招人爱 不是么
[00:05.53]Oh, where is your inflammatory writ
[00:14.10]Your text that would incite a light, \"Be lit\"
[00:22.69]Our music deserving devotion unswerving
[00:27.21]Cry \"Do I deserve her?\" with unflagging fervor
[00:31.14]Well, no you do not, if you cannot get over it
[00:39.65]But what\'s it mean when suddenly we\'re spent, tell me true
[00:48.34]Ambition came and reared its head, and went far from you
[00:56.26]Even mollusks have weddings, though solemn and leaden
[01:01.33]But you dirge for the dead, take no jam on your bread
[01:05.64]Just a supper of salt and a waltz through your empty bed
[01:14.35]And all at once it came to me
[01:18.35]And I wrote and hunched \'till four-thirty
[01:22.49]But that vestal light
[01:27.67]It burns out with the night
[01:31.39]In spite of all the time that we spent on it
[01:35.54]One bedraggled ghost of a sonnet
[01:39.93]While outside, the wild boars root
[01:44.85]Without bending a bough underfoot
[01:48.36]Oh it breaks my heart
[01:50.60]I don\'t know how they do it
[01:53.49]So don\'t ask me
[01:55.17]And as for my inflammatory writ
[02:03.43]Well, I wrote it an I was not inflamed one bit
[02:12.40]Advice from the master derailed that disaster
[02:16.47]He said \"Hand that pen over to me, poetaster!\"
[02:20.99]While across the great plains, keening lovely and awful
[02:25.33]Ululate the last Great American Novels
[02:30.05]An unlawful lot, left to stutter and freeze, floodlit
[02:37.77]But at least they didn\'t run, to their undying credit