Inflammatory Writ
Joanna NewsomVersions2
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Oh where is your inflammatory writ
Your text that would inside a light be lit
Our music deserving devotion unswerving
Cried do I deserve her with unflagging fervour
Well no we do not if we cannot get over it
But whats it mean when suddenly were spent tell me true
Ambition came and reared its head and went far from you
Even molluscs have weddings though solemn and leaden
But you dirge for the dead and take no jam on your bread
Just a supper of salt and a waltz through your empty bed
And all at once it came to me
And I wrote in hunch til 4:30
But that vestal light it burns out with the night
In spite of all the time that we spent on it
On one bedraggled ghost of a sonnet
While outside the wild boars root
Without bending a bough underfoot
Oh it breaks my heart I dont know how they do it
So dont ask me
And as for my inflammatory writ
I wrote it and I was not inflamed one bit
Advice from the master derailed that disaster
He said hand that pen over to me poetaster
While cross the great plains keening lovely and awful
You ulate the lost great American novels
An unlawful lot left to stutter and freeze floodlit
But at least they didnt run to their undying credit
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Readable chord sheet for Inflammatory Writ by Joanna Newsom
[D] [D] [D] [D] [D] [G] [D] [D] [A] [D] Oh [D]where is your inf[G]lammat[A]ory [D]writ Your text that would ins[G]ide a [A]light be [D]lit Our music deserving devotion unswerving Cried do I deserve her with unflagging fervour Well no we do not if we [G]cannot get [A]over [D]it But [Gmaj7]whats it mean when suddenly were sp[Bm]ent tell me true Am[Gmaj7]bition came and reared its head and we[Bm]nt far from you Even [Gmaj7]molluscs have weddings though solemn and leaden But you [Bm]dirge for the dead and take no jam on your bread Just a [D]supper of salt and a [G]waltz through your [A]empty [D]bed And [F]all at once it [A]came to me And I [Bb]wrote in hunch til [F]4:30 [Cm]But that ves[Gm]tal light[A] it burns out[D] with the night In [G7]spite of all the time that [Dm]we spent on it On [Bb]one bedraggled [F]ghost of a sonnet While [G]outside the wild [D]boars root [Bm]Without bending a [A]bough underfoot Oh it [C]breaks my heart I dont [G]know how they do it So dont ask me And [D]as for my in[G]flamma[A]tory [D]writ I wrote it and I was [G]not inf[A]lamed one [D]bit Ad[Gmaj7]vice from the master derailed that disaster He said [Bm]hand that pen over to me poetaster While [Gmaj7]cross the great plains keening lovely and awful You [Bm]ulate the lost great American novels An [D]unlawful lot left to [G]stutter and [A]freeze flood[D]lit But at least they didnt [C]run to their [G]undy[A]ing cred[D]it