Song | Waltz of the 101st Lightborne |
Artist | Joanna Newsom |
Album | Divers |
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[00:00.00] | I believed they had got what they came for; |
[00:07.80] | I believed our peril was done |
[00:13.45] | On the eve of the last of the Great Wars |
[00:19.29] | After three we had narrowly won |
[00:25.60] | (But the fourth |
[00:26.39] | It was carelessly done.) |
[00:30.44] | I saw his ship in its whistling ascension |
[00:36.51] | As they launched from the Capitol seat– |
[00:41.28] | Swear I saw our mistake |
[00:44.72] | When the clouds draped like a flag |
[00:48.77] | Across the backs of the fleet |
[00:53.80] | Of the Hundred-First Lightborne Elite |
[00:58.33] | As the day is long |
[01:01.30] | So the well runs dry |
[01:04.80] | And we came to see Time is taller |
[01:06.45] | Than Space is wide |
[01:09.34] | And we bade goodbye |
[01:11.90] | To the Great Divide: |
[01:14.61] | Found unlimited simulacreage to colonize! |
[01:20.75] | But there was a time we were lashed to the prow |
[01:27.80] | Of a ship you may board, but not steer |
[01:32.38] | Before You and I ceased to mean Now |
[01:38.14] | And began to mean only Right Here |
[01:43.15] | (to mean Inches and Miles, but not Years); |
[01:48.75] | Before Space has a taste of its limits |
[01:53.81] | And a new sort of coordinate awoke |
[01:59.75] | Making Time just another poor tenant: |
[02:06.00] | Bearing weight, taking fire, trading smokes |
[02:10.69] | In the war between us and our ghosts |
[02:15.78] | (But I saw the Bering Strait and the Golden Gate |
[02:21.60] | In silent suspension of their golden age! |
[02:27.32] | And you can barely tell, if I guard it well |
[02:32.38] | Where I have been, and seen |
[02:36.82] | Pristine, unfelled.) |
[02:38.98] | I had a dream that I walked in the garden |
[02:45.42] | Of Chabot, and those telescope ruins |
[02:50.73] | It was there that I called to my true love |
[02:57.14] | Who was pale as millennial moons |
[03:03.90] | Honey, where did you come by that wound? |
[03:07.57] | When I woke, he was gone |
[03:10.64] | And the War had begun |
[03:14.80] | In eternal return and repeat |
[03:18.54] | Calling, Where in the hell are the rest of your fellow |
[03:20.57] | One Hundred-One Lightborne Elite? |
[03:29.71] | Stormed in the New Highland Light Infantry |
[03:35.25] | Make it stop, my love! |
[03:39.10] | We were wrong to try |
[03:41.37] | Never saw what we could unravel |
[03:44.50] | In traveling light |
[03:46.51] | Nor how the trip debrides– |
[03:48.82] | Like a stack of slides! |
[03:52.18] | All we saw was that Time is taller than Space is wide |
[03:58.10] | That's why we are bound to a round desert island |
[04:04.76] | 'neath the sky where our sailors have gone |
[04:10.32] | Have they drowned, in those windy highlands? |
[04:17.28] | Highlands away, my John |
[00:00.00] | I believed they had got what they came for |
[00:07.80] | I believed our peril was done |
[00:13.45] | On the eve of the last of the Great Wars |
[00:19.29] | After three we had narrowly won |
[00:25.60] | But the fourth |
[00:26.39] | It was carelessly done. |
[00:30.44] | I saw his ship in its whistling ascension |
[00:36.51] | As they launched from the Capitol seat |
[00:41.28] | Swear I saw our mistake |
[00:44.72] | When the clouds draped like a flag |
[00:48.77] | Across the backs of the fleet |
[00:53.80] | Of the HundredFirst Lightborne Elite |
[00:58.33] | As the day is long |
[01:01.30] | So the well runs dry |
[01:04.80] | And we came to see Time is taller |
[01:06.45] | Than Space is wide |
[01:09.34] | And we bade goodbye |
[01:11.90] | To the Great Divide: |
[01:14.61] | Found unlimited simulacreage to colonize! |
[01:20.75] | But there was a time we were lashed to the prow |
[01:27.80] | Of a ship you may board, but not steer |
[01:32.38] | Before You and I ceased to mean Now |
[01:38.14] | And began to mean only Right Here |
[01:43.15] | to mean Inches and Miles, but not Years |
[01:48.75] | Before Space has a taste of its limits |
[01:53.81] | And a new sort of coordinate awoke |
[01:59.75] | Making Time just another poor tenant: |
[02:06.00] | Bearing weight, taking fire, trading smokes |
[02:10.69] | In the war between us and our ghosts |
[02:15.78] | But I saw the Bering Strait and the Golden Gate |
[02:21.60] | In silent suspension of their golden age! |
[02:27.32] | And you can barely tell, if I guard it well |
[02:32.38] | Where I have been, and seen |
[02:36.82] | Pristine, unfelled. |
[02:38.98] | I had a dream that I walked in the garden |
[02:45.42] | Of Chabot, and those telescope ruins |
[02:50.73] | It was there that I called to my true love |
[02:57.14] | Who was pale as millennial moons |
[03:03.90] | Honey, where did you come by that wound? |
[03:07.57] | When I woke, he was gone |
[03:10.64] | And the War had begun |
[03:14.80] | In eternal return and repeat |
[03:18.54] | Calling, Where in the hell are the rest of your fellow |
[03:20.57] | One HundredOne Lightborne Elite? |
[03:29.71] | Stormed in the New Highland Light Infantry |
[03:35.25] | Make it stop, my love! |
[03:39.10] | We were wrong to try |
[03:41.37] | Never saw what we could unravel |
[03:44.50] | In traveling light |
[03:46.51] | Nor how the trip debrides |
[03:48.82] | Like a stack of slides! |
[03:52.18] | All we saw was that Time is taller than Space is wide |
[03:58.10] | That' s why we are bound to a round desert island |
[04:04.76] | ' neath the sky where our sailors have gone |
[04:10.32] | Have they drowned, in those windy highlands? |
[04:17.28] | Highlands away, my John |
[00:00.00] | I believed they had got what they came for |
[00:07.80] | I believed our peril was done |
[00:13.45] | On the eve of the last of the Great Wars |
[00:19.29] | After three we had narrowly won |
[00:25.60] | But the fourth |
[00:26.39] | It was carelessly done. |
[00:30.44] | I saw his ship in its whistling ascension |
[00:36.51] | As they launched from the Capitol seat |
[00:41.28] | Swear I saw our mistake |
[00:44.72] | When the clouds draped like a flag |
[00:48.77] | Across the backs of the fleet |
[00:53.80] | Of the HundredFirst Lightborne Elite |
[00:58.33] | As the day is long |
[01:01.30] | So the well runs dry |
[01:04.80] | And we came to see Time is taller |
[01:06.45] | Than Space is wide |
[01:09.34] | And we bade goodbye |
[01:11.90] | To the Great Divide: |
[01:14.61] | Found unlimited simulacreage to colonize! |
[01:20.75] | But there was a time we were lashed to the prow |
[01:27.80] | Of a ship you may board, but not steer |
[01:32.38] | Before You and I ceased to mean Now |
[01:38.14] | And began to mean only Right Here |
[01:43.15] | to mean Inches and Miles, but not Years |
[01:48.75] | Before Space has a taste of its limits |
[01:53.81] | And a new sort of coordinate awoke |
[01:59.75] | Making Time just another poor tenant: |
[02:06.00] | Bearing weight, taking fire, trading smokes |
[02:10.69] | In the war between us and our ghosts |
[02:15.78] | But I saw the Bering Strait and the Golden Gate |
[02:21.60] | In silent suspension of their golden age! |
[02:27.32] | And you can barely tell, if I guard it well |
[02:32.38] | Where I have been, and seen |
[02:36.82] | Pristine, unfelled. |
[02:38.98] | I had a dream that I walked in the garden |
[02:45.42] | Of Chabot, and those telescope ruins |
[02:50.73] | It was there that I called to my true love |
[02:57.14] | Who was pale as millennial moons |
[03:03.90] | Honey, where did you come by that wound? |
[03:07.57] | When I woke, he was gone |
[03:10.64] | And the War had begun |
[03:14.80] | In eternal return and repeat |
[03:18.54] | Calling, Where in the hell are the rest of your fellow |
[03:20.57] | One HundredOne Lightborne Elite? |
[03:29.71] | Stormed in the New Highland Light Infantry |
[03:35.25] | Make it stop, my love! |
[03:39.10] | We were wrong to try |
[03:41.37] | Never saw what we could unravel |
[03:44.50] | In traveling light |
[03:46.51] | Nor how the trip debrides |
[03:48.82] | Like a stack of slides! |
[03:52.18] | All we saw was that Time is taller than Space is wide |
[03:58.10] | That' s why we are bound to a round desert island |
[04:04.76] | ' neath the sky where our sailors have gone |
[04:10.32] | Have they drowned, in those windy highlands? |
[04:17.28] | Highlands away, my John |