Song | Sapokanikan |
Artist | Joanna Newsom |
Album | Divers |
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[00:01.40] | The cause is Ozymandian |
[00:06.52] | The map of Sapokanikan |
[00:11.92] | Is sanded and bevelled |
[00:14.57] | The land lone and levelled |
[00:18.15] | By some unrecorded and powerful hand |
[00:23.19] | Which plays along the monument |
[00:28.33] | And drums upon a plastic bag |
[00:34.81] | The brave-men-and-women-so-dear-to-God- |
[00:39.58] | And-famous-to-all-of-the-ages rag |
[00:45.95] | Saying: Do you love me? |
[00:51.57] | Will you remember? |
[00:56.85] | The snow falls above me |
[01:02.55] | The renderer renders: |
[01:07.11] | The event is in the hand of God |
[01:12.79] | Beneath a patch of grass, her |
[01:17.68] | Bones the old Dutch master hid |
[01:22.90] | While elsewhere Tobias |
[01:25.71] | And the angel disguise |
[01:28.30] | What the scholars surmise was a mother and kid |
[01:35.40] | Interred with other daughters |
[01:40.30] | In dirt in other potters' fields |
[01:45.10] | Above them, parades |
[01:48.31] | Mark the passing of days |
[01:49.64] | Through parks where pale colonnades arch in marble and steel |
[01:56.54] | Where all of the twenty-thousand attending your footfall |
[02:02.43] | And the causes they died for are lost in the idling bird calls |
[02:07.54] | And the records they left are cryptic at best |
[02:11.14] | Lost in obsolescence |
[02:13.47] | The text will not yield, nor x-ray reveal |
[02:15.60] | With any fluorescence |
[02:18.42] | Where the hand of the master begins and ends |
[02:22.94] | I fell, I tried to do well but I won't be |
[02:29.12] | Will you tell the one that I love to remember and hold me |
[02:34.93] | I call and call for the doctor |
[02:40.20] | But the snow swallows me whole with ol' Florry Walker |
[02:45.59] | And the event lives only in print |
[02:50.77] | He said: |
[02:53.42] | "It's alright" |
[02:54.57] | And "It's all over now" |
[02:56.00] | And boarded the plane |
[02:58.44] | His belt unfastened |
[03:00.70] | The boy was known to show unusual daring |
[03:05.17] | And, called a "boy" |
[03:07.38] | This alderman, confounding Tammany Hall |
[03:11.61] | In whose employ King Tamanend himself preceeded John’s fall |
[03:17.53] | So we all raise a standard |
[03:20.38] | To which the wise and honest soul may repair |
[03:25.80] | To which a hunter |
[03:27.38] | A hundred years from now,?may look and despair |
[03:32.31] | And see with wonder |
[03:33.96] | The tributes we have left to rust in the parks |
[03:37.69] | Swearing that our hair stood on end |
[03:40.87] | To see John Purroy Mitchel depart |
[03:44.81] | For the Western Front |
[03:52.55] | Where work might count |
[03:53.49] | All exeunt! All go out! |
[03:59.30] | Await the hunter, to decipher the stone |
[04:05.79] | (and what lies under, now) |
[04:08.82] | The city is gone |
[04:24.35] | Look and despair |
[04:30.39] | Look and despair |
[00:01.40] | The cause is Ozymandian |
[00:06.52] | The map of Sapokanikan |
[00:11.92] | Is sanded and bevelled |
[00:14.57] | The land lone and levelled |
[00:18.15] | By some unrecorded and powerful hand |
[00:23.19] | Which plays along the monument |
[00:28.33] | And drums upon a plastic bag |
[00:34.81] | The bravemenandwomensodeartoGod |
[00:39.58] | Andfamoustoalloftheages rag |
[00:45.95] | Saying: Do you love me? |
[00:51.57] | Will you remember? |
[00:56.85] | The snow falls above me |
[01:02.55] | The renderer renders: |
[01:07.11] | The event is in the hand of God |
[01:12.79] | Beneath a patch of grass, her |
[01:17.68] | Bones the old Dutch master hid |
[01:22.90] | While elsewhere Tobias |
[01:25.71] | And the angel disguise |
[01:28.30] | What the scholars surmise was a mother and kid |
[01:35.40] | Interred with other daughters |
[01:40.30] | In dirt in other potters' fields |
[01:45.10] | Above them, parades |
[01:48.31] | Mark the passing of days |
[01:49.64] | Through parks where pale colonnades arch in marble and steel |
[01:56.54] | Where all of the twentythousand attending your footfall |
[02:02.43] | And the causes they died for are lost in the idling bird calls |
[02:07.54] | And the records they left are cryptic at best |
[02:11.14] | Lost in obsolescence |
[02:13.47] | The text will not yield, nor xray reveal |
[02:15.60] | With any fluorescence |
[02:18.42] | Where the hand of the master begins and ends |
[02:22.94] | I fell, I tried to do well but I won' t be |
[02:29.12] | Will you tell the one that I love to remember and hold me |
[02:34.93] | I call and call for the doctor |
[02:40.20] | But the snow swallows me whole with ol' Florry Walker |
[02:45.59] | And the event lives only in print |
[02:50.77] | He said: |
[02:53.42] | " It' s alright" |
[02:54.57] | And " It' s all over now" |
[02:56.00] | And boarded the plane |
[02:58.44] | His belt unfastened |
[03:00.70] | The boy was known to show unusual daring |
[03:05.17] | And, called a " boy" |
[03:07.38] | This alderman, confounding Tammany Hall |
[03:11.61] | In whose employ King Tamanend himself preceeded John' s fall |
[03:17.53] | So we all raise a standard |
[03:20.38] | To which the wise and honest soul may repair |
[03:25.80] | To which a hunter |
[03:27.38] | A hundred years from now,? may look and despair |
[03:32.31] | And see with wonder |
[03:33.96] | The tributes we have left to rust in the parks |
[03:37.69] | Swearing that our hair stood on end |
[03:40.87] | To see John Purroy Mitchel depart |
[03:44.81] | For the Western Front |
[03:52.55] | Where work might count |
[03:53.49] | All exeunt! All go out! |
[03:59.30] | Await the hunter, to decipher the stone |
[04:05.79] | and what lies under, now |
[04:08.82] | The city is gone |
[04:24.35] | Look and despair |
[04:30.39] | Look and despair |
[00:01.40] | The cause is Ozymandian |
[00:06.52] | The map of Sapokanikan |
[00:11.92] | Is sanded and bevelled |
[00:14.57] | The land lone and levelled |
[00:18.15] | By some unrecorded and powerful hand |
[00:23.19] | Which plays along the monument |
[00:28.33] | And drums upon a plastic bag |
[00:34.81] | The bravemenandwomensodeartoGod |
[00:39.58] | Andfamoustoalloftheages rag |
[00:45.95] | Saying: Do you love me? |
[00:51.57] | Will you remember? |
[00:56.85] | The snow falls above me |
[01:02.55] | The renderer renders: |
[01:07.11] | The event is in the hand of God |
[01:12.79] | Beneath a patch of grass, her |
[01:17.68] | Bones the old Dutch master hid |
[01:22.90] | While elsewhere Tobias |
[01:25.71] | And the angel disguise |
[01:28.30] | What the scholars surmise was a mother and kid |
[01:35.40] | Interred with other daughters |
[01:40.30] | In dirt in other potters' fields |
[01:45.10] | Above them, parades |
[01:48.31] | Mark the passing of days |
[01:49.64] | Through parks where pale colonnades arch in marble and steel |
[01:56.54] | Where all of the twentythousand attending your footfall |
[02:02.43] | And the causes they died for are lost in the idling bird calls |
[02:07.54] | And the records they left are cryptic at best |
[02:11.14] | Lost in obsolescence |
[02:13.47] | The text will not yield, nor xray reveal |
[02:15.60] | With any fluorescence |
[02:18.42] | Where the hand of the master begins and ends |
[02:22.94] | I fell, I tried to do well but I won' t be |
[02:29.12] | Will you tell the one that I love to remember and hold me |
[02:34.93] | I call and call for the doctor |
[02:40.20] | But the snow swallows me whole with ol' Florry Walker |
[02:45.59] | And the event lives only in print |
[02:50.77] | He said: |
[02:53.42] | " It' s alright" |
[02:54.57] | And " It' s all over now" |
[02:56.00] | And boarded the plane |
[02:58.44] | His belt unfastened |
[03:00.70] | The boy was known to show unusual daring |
[03:05.17] | And, called a " boy" |
[03:07.38] | This alderman, confounding Tammany Hall |
[03:11.61] | In whose employ King Tamanend himself preceeded John' s fall |
[03:17.53] | So we all raise a standard |
[03:20.38] | To which the wise and honest soul may repair |
[03:25.80] | To which a hunter |
[03:27.38] | A hundred years from now,? may look and despair |
[03:32.31] | And see with wonder |
[03:33.96] | The tributes we have left to rust in the parks |
[03:37.69] | Swearing that our hair stood on end |
[03:40.87] | To see John Purroy Mitchel depart |
[03:44.81] | For the Western Front |
[03:52.55] | Where work might count |
[03:53.49] | All exeunt! All go out! |
[03:59.30] | Await the hunter, to decipher the stone |
[04:05.79] | and what lies under, now |
[04:08.82] | The city is gone |
[04:24.35] | Look and despair |
[04:30.39] | Look and despair |