Inflammatory Writ
Joanna NewsomVersions2
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Oh, where is your inflammatory writ
Your text that would incite a light, "Be lit"
Our music deserving devotion unswerving
Cry "Do I deserve her?" with unflagging fervor
Well, no you do not, if you cannot get over it
But what's it mean when suddenly we're spent, tell me true
Ambition came and reared its head, and went far from you
Even mollusks have weddings, though solemn and leaden
But you dirge for the dead, 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 and hunched 'till four-thirty
But that vestal light
It burns out with the night
In spite of all the time that we spent on it
One bedraggled ghost of a sonnet
While outside, the wild boars root
Without bending a bough underfoot
Oh it breaks my heart
I don't know how they do it
So don't ask me
And as for my inflammatory writ
Well, I wrote it an I was not inflamed one bit
Advice from the master derailed that disaster
He said "Hand that pen over to me, poetaster!"
While across the great plains, keening lovely and awful
Ululate the last Great American Novels
An unlawful lot, left to stutter and freeze, floodlit
But at least they didn't run, to their undying credit
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Readable chord sheet for Inflammatory Writ by Joanna Newsom
[D] [G] [D] [Gmaj7] [D]Oh, where is your inf[G]lammatory[A7] writ [D] [D]Your text that would incite[G] a light,[A7] "Be lit" [D] [D]Our music deserving devotion unswerving Cry "Do I deserve her?" with unflagging fervor Well, no you do not, if you cann[G]ot get over it [A7] [D] [Gmaj7]But what's it mean when suddenly we're s[Bm]pent, tell me true [Gmaj7]Ambition came and reared its head, and w[Bm]ent far from you [Gmaj7]Even mollusks have weddings, though solemn and leaden But you [Bm]dirge for the dead, take no jam on your bread Just a s[D]upper of salt and a waltz [G]through your empty bed [A7] [D] And [F]all at once it came [A7]to me And I wr[Dm]ote and hunched 'till four-t[F]hirty But that ve[Cm]stal ligh[Gm]t It b[A7]urns out with the night[D] In [G7]spite of all the time that we spent o[Dm]n it [F]One bedraggled ghost of a sonnet While ou[G]tside, the wild boars ro[D]ot Without ben[Bm]ding a bough underfoo[A7]t Oh it br[C]eaks my heart I don't kn[G]ow how they do it So don't ask me And as for my inflammatory writ Well, I wrote it an I was not inflamed one bit Advice from the master derailed that disaster He said "Hand that pen over to me, poetaster!" While across the great plains, keening lovely and awful Ululate the last Great American Novels An unlawful lot, left to stutter and freeze, floodlit [D]But at least they didn't[C] run, to their undying c[G]redit[A7] [D]