Only Skin
Joanna NewsomVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
and there was a booming above you
that night, black airplanes flew over the sea
and they were lowing and shifting like
beached whales
shelled snails
as you strained and you squinted to see
the retreat of their hairless and blind cavalry
you froze in your sand shoal
prayed for your poor soul
sky was a bread roll, soaking in a milk-bowl
and when the bread broke, fell in bricks of wet smoke
my sleeping heart woke, and my waking heart spoke
then there was a silence you took to mean something:
mean, run, sing
for alive you will evermore be
and the plague of the greasy black engines a-skulkin'
has gone east
while you're left to explain them to me
released from their hairless and blind cavalry
with your hands in your pockets, stubbily running
to where I'm unfresh, undressed and yawning
well, what is this craziness? this crazy talking?
you caught some small death when you were sleepwalking
it was a dark dream, darlin', it's over
the firebreather is beneath the clover
beneath his breathing there is cold clay, forever
a toothless hound-dog choking on a feather
but I took my fishingpole (fearing your fever)
down to the swimminghole, where there grows a bitter herb
that blooms but one day a year by the riverside - I'd bring it here:
apply it gently
to the love you've lent me
while the river was twisting and braiding, the bait bobbed
and the string sobbed, as it cut through the hustling breeze
and I watched how the water was kneading so neatly
gone treacly
nearly slowed to a stop in this heat
- frenzy coiling flush along the muscles beneath
press on me: we are restless things
webs of seaweed are swaddling
you call upon the dusk
of the musk of a squid
shot full of ink, until you sink into your crib
rowing along, among the reeds, among the rushes
I heard your song, before my heart had time to hush it!
smell of a stone fruit being cut and being opened
smell of a low and of a lazy cinder smoking
and when the fire moves away
fire moves away, son
why would you say
I was the last one?
scrape your knee; it is only skin
makes the sound of violins
when I cut your hair, and leave the birds all of the trimmings
I'm the happiest woman among all women!
and the shallow
water
stretches as far as I can see
knee-deep, trudging along
a seagull weeps; "so long"
humming a threshing song
until the night is over
hold on!
hold on!
hold your horses back from the fickle dawn
I have got some business out at the edge of town
candy weighing both of my pockets down
'til I can hardly stay afloat, from the weight of them
(and knowing how the common-folk condemn
what it is I do, to you, to keep you warm
being a woman, being a woman)
but always up the mountainside you're clambering
groping blindly, hungry for anything
picking through your pocket linings - well, what is this?
scrap of sassafras, eh Sisyphus?
I see the blossoms broke and wet after the rain
little sister, he will be back again
I have washed a thousand spiders down the drain
spiders ghosts hang soaked and dangeling
silently from all the blooming cherry trees
in tiny nooses, safe from everyone
- nothing but a nuisance; gone now, dead and done
be a woman, be a woman!
though we felt the spray of the waves
we decided to stay 'til the tide rose too far
we weren't afraid, 'cause we know what you are
and you know that we know what you are
awful atoll
- o, incalculable indiscreetness and sorrow
bawl, bellow:
Sibyl sea-cow, all done up in a bow
toddle and roll;
teeth an impalpable bit of leather
while yarrow, heather and hollyhock
awkwardly molt along the shore
are you mine?
my heart?
mine anymore?
stay with me for a while
that's an awfully real gun
I know life will lay you down
as the lightning has lately done
failing this, failing this,
follow me, my sweetest friend
to see what you anointed in pointing your gun there
lay it down! nice and slow!
there is nowhere to go, save up
up where the light, undiluted, is weaving in a drunk dream
at the sight of my baby, out back
back on the patio watching the bats bring night in
while, elsewhere, estuaries of wax-white
wend, endlessly, towards seashores unmapped
last week our picture window produced a half-word
heavy and hollow, hit by a brown bird
we stood and watched her gape like a rattlesnake
and pant and labour over every intake
I said a sort of prayer for some sort of rare grace
then thought I ought to take her to a higher place
said: "dog nor vulture nor cat shall toy with you
and though you die, bird, you will have a fine view"
then in my hot hand
she slumped her sick weight
we tramped through the poison oak
heartbroke and inchoate
the dogs were snapping
so you cuffed their collars
while I climbed the tree-house
then how I hollered!
cause she'd lain, as still as a stone, in my palm, for a lifetime or two
then, saw the treetops, cocked her head and up and flew away and
back in the world that moves, often
according to the hoarding of these clues
dogs still run roughly around
little tufts of finch-down)
and the cities we passed were a flickering wasteland
but his hand in my hand made them hale and harmless
while down in the lowlands the crops are all coming
we have everything
life is thundering blissful towards death
in a stampede of his fumbling green gentleness
you stopped by, I was all alive
in my doorway, we shucked and jived
and when you wept, I was gone:
see, I got gone when I got wise
but I can't with certainty say we survived
then down, and down
and down, and down
and down, and deeper
stoke without sound
the blameless flames
you endless sleeper
through fire below, and fire above, and fire within
sleeped through the things that couldn't have been if you hadn't have been
and when the fire moves away
fire moves away, son
why would you say
I was the last one?
all my bones they are gone, gone, gone
take my bones, I don't need none
cold, cold cupboard, Lord, nothing to chew on!
suck all day on a cherry stone
dig a little hole, not three inches round
spit your pit in the hole in the ground
weep upon the spot for the starving of me!
till up grow a fine young cherry tree
well when the bough breaks, what'll you make for me?
a little willow cabin to rest on your knee
what'll I do with a trinket such as this?
think of your woman, who's gone to the west
but I'm starving and freezing in my measly old bed!
then I'll crawl across the salt flats to stroke your sweet head
come across the desert with no shoes on!
I love you truly, or I love no-one
fire
moves
away
fire moves away, son
why would you say
I was the last one?
Last one..
clear the room! there's a fire, a fire, a fire
get going, and I'm going to be right behind you
and if the love of a woman or two, dear,
couldn't move you to such heights, then all I can do
is do, my darling, right by you
Source: Songsterr · Rights holder? Request removal.
Readable chord sheet for Only Skin by Joanna Newsom
[F]and there was a booming [Am]above you that[G] ni[F]ght, black airplanes flew[Am] over the sea [F]and they were lowing and shifting l[Am]ike beached whales [G]shelled[F] snails as you strained and you[Am] squinted to see [G]the retr[F]eat of their hairless and b[Am]lind cavalry [G]you froz[Em7]e in your sand[D] shoal [C]prayed for y[Bb]our poor soul [F]sky was a br[C]ead roll,[Bb] soaking in a[Dm] milk-bowl an[Em7]d when the brea[D]d broke[C], fell in bricks [Bb]of wet smoke [F]my sleeping heart w[C]oke,[Bb] and my waking h[Dm]eart spoke [F]then there was a silence you took to mea[Am]n something: mean, run,[G] sing [F] for alive you will [Am]evermore be [G] [F]and the plague of the greasy black engines[Am] a-skulkin' has[G] gone [F]east while you're left[G] to exp[Am]lain them to me rel[G]eased[F] from their hairless and b[Am]lind cavalry [G]with your h[Em7]ands in your po[D]ckets,[C] stubbily[Bb] running [F]to where I'm[C] unfresh[Bb], undressed a[Dm]nd yawning well, what[Em7] is this craz[D]iness?[C] this cra[Bb]zy talking? [F]you caught some[C] small deat[Bb]h when you we[Dm]re sleepwalking [A]it was a dark[Em] dream, da[D]rlin', it's[A] over [F]the fire[C]breather[Bb] is beneath th[Dm]e clover [A]beneath his b[Em]reathing there is cold[D] clay, for[A]ever [F]a toothless [C]hound-dog[Bb] choking on a [Dm]feather [F#m]but I took my [A]fishingpole[Bm] (fearing your [D]fever) [F#m]down to[A] the swimminghole[Bm], where there grows[D] a bitter herb [F#m]that blooms but o[A]ne day a year by the [Bm]riverside - I'd bring it he[Bbadd6]re: [F] apply [C]it gently [Bb]to the love you've[Dm] lent me [F] while the river was twisting and braiding[Am], the bait bobbed and the [G]string [F]sobbed, as it cut through the[Am] hustling breeze [G] [F] and I watched how the water was kneading so[Am] neatly gone tre[G]acly [F] nearly slowed to a [Am]stop in this heat - f[G]renzy[F] coiling flush along the [Am]muscles benea[G]th [Am]press on [C]me: we are[Em] restless[G] things [Am]webs of [C]seaweed are[Em] swaddling [G] you [Am]call upon the d[C]usk of the [Em]musk of a[G] squid [Am]shot full of [C]ink, until you[Em] sink into your[G] crib [Dm]rowing al[F]ong, among the[Am] reeds, among the [C]rushes [Dm]I heard your [F]song, before my [C]heart had time t[Am7]o hush it! [Dm]smell of a [F]stone fruit being [Am]cut and being [C]opened [Dm]smell of a [F]low and of a [C]lazy cinde[Am7]r smoking and when[C] the fire [G]moves a[C]way [G/B] [Am]fire moves [G]away,[F] son [C]why [G]would you [C]say [G/B] [Am]I was the [G]last one?[F] [Fm7] [Am]scrape your [C]knee; it is[Em] only[G] skin [Am]makes the [C]sound of[Em] violins[G] when I[Am] cut your [C]hair, and leave the[Em] birds all of the[G] trimmings I'm the [Am]happiest [C]woman among[Em] all[G] women! and[C#] the shallow [Fm]water stretches as far as[C#m7] I can [Fm]see knee-deep[C#], trudging[Eb] al[C#]ong a seagull w[C#]eeps; "so[Fm] long" [C#] h[Fm]umming a threshing song unti[Fm]l the night is over hold on! hold on! [C#]hold your horses back from the fickle dawn I[Fm] have got some business out at the edge of town [C#]candy weighing both of my pockets down 'til I c[Fm]an hardly stay afloat, from the weight of them (and[C#] knowing how the common-folk condemn [Fm]what it is I do, to you, to keep you warm [C#]being a woman, being a woman) but[Bbm] always up the mountainside you're clambering [C#] groping blindly, hungry for anything [Bbm]picking through your pocket linings - well, what is this? [C#] scrap of sassa[Eb]fras, eh Sisyphus? I [Fm]see the blossoms broke and wet after the rain [C#]little sister, he will be back again I[Fm] have washed a thousand spiders down the drain [C#] spiders ghosts hang soaked and dangeling [Bbm]silently from all the blooming cherry trees in[C#] tiny nooses, safe from everyone [Bbm]- nothing but a nuisance; gone now, dead and done [C#]be a woman, [Eb]be a woman! though[Fm] we felt the spray of the waves we decided to stay 'til the [Bbm]tide rose too far [Ab] [Gmdim] [Fm]we weren't afraid, 'cause we [Bbm]know what you are and you know that we know what you are [Am] [Bbm] [Cmadd6] awful atoll - o, incalcul[Eb]able indiscreetness and [Dbm7add11]sorrow bawl, bellow: Sibyl sea[Fm]-cow, all done up in a bow [Cmadd6] toddle and roll; teeth an impa[Eb]lpable bit of leather while [Dbm7add11]yarrow, heather and hollyhock [Fm]awkwardly mol[Eb]t along the[Fm] shore are you mine? [C#] my[Fm] heart? [C#] mine anymore? [F] [C#] stay with me for a while that's an awfully real gun [F] I know life will lay you down [C#] as the lightning has lately done [F] failing this, fai[Am]ling this, fo[C]llow me, my swe[G]etest friend to s[F]ee what you an[G/F]ointed in pointing your [Am]gun there [C]lay it down! nice and slow! there is[G] nowhere to go, save [F]up up where the light, undiluted, is[Am] weaving in a [G]drunk [F]dream at the sight of my [Am]baby, out back [G] [F] back on the patio watching[Am] the bats bring[G] night [F]in while, elsewhere, estuari[Am]es of wax-white [G] wend[F], endlessly, towards s[Am]eashores unmapped [G] last week [Em7]our picture [D]window [C]produced a[Bb] half-word [F]heavy and [C]hollow,[Bb] hit by a [Dm]brown bird [Em7]we stood and [D]watched her[C] gape like a[Bb] rattlesnake [F]and pant and [C]labour[Bb] over ever[Dm]y intake [A]I said a s[Em]ort of prayer[D] for some sort of r[A]are grace [F]then thought I [C]ought to[Bb] take her to a [Dm]higher place [A]said: "dog nor [Em]vulture nor [D]cat shall toy [A]with you [F]and though you [C]die, bird,[Bb] you will have a [Dm]fine view" [F#m]then in my [A]hot hand [Bm]she slumped her[D] sick weight [F#m]we tramped through[A] the poison oak [Bm]heartbroke and [D]inchoate [F#m]the dogs were [A]snapping [Bm]so you cuffed their [D]collars [F#m]while I climbed[A] the tree-house [Bm]then how I [D]hollered! cause[F#m] she'd lain, as s[A]till as a stone, in my p[Bm]alm, for a lifetime or [Bbadd6]two [F] then, saw the [C]treetops[Bb], cocked her head and [Dm]up and flew away and [F#m]back in the [A]world that moves, often ac[Bb]cording to the hoarding of these [Bbadd6]clues [Fm7]dogs still run ro[C]ughly around [Bb]little tufts of finch[Dm]-down) [F]and the cities we passed were a flickering[Am] wasteland bu[G]t his[F] hand in my hand made them h[Am]ale and harmless [G] [F] while down in the lowlands the crops are all [Am]coming we have every[F]thing life is thundering [Am]blissful towards death in a st[G]amp[F]ede of his fumbling [Am]green gentlen[G]ess [Am]you stopped [C]by, I was[Em] all a[G]live [Am]in my do[C]orway, we[Em] shucked and j[G]ived and when you [Am]wept, I was [C]gone: see, I got[Em] gone when I got w[G]ise but I ca[Am]n't with [C]certainty[Em] say we sur[G]vived [Dm]then down, and d[F]own and down, and do[Am]wn and down, and de[C]eper [Dm]stoke without so[F]und the blameless fl[C]ames you endless[Am7] sleeper [Dm]through fire be[F]low, and fire a[Am]bove, and fire wit[C]hin [Dm]sleeped through the [F]things that couldn't have [C]been if you hadn't[Am7] have been and when[C] the fire[G] moves [C]away [Am]fire moves aw[G]ay, s[F]on [G]why wo[C]uld you s[G]ay [G] [B] [Am]I was the l[G]ast o[F]ne? [Am]all my [C]bones they ar[Em]e gone, gone,[G] gone [Am]take my b[C]ones, I[G] don't need n[Dm]one [Am]cold, cold [C]cupboard, Lord[Em], nothing to chew [G]on! [Am]suck all d[C]ay on [G]a cherry s[F]tone [Am]dig a little h[C]ole, not[Em] three inches[G] round [Am]spit your p[C]it in the [G]hole in the g[Dm]round [Am]weep upon the s[C]pot for the[Em] starving of[G] me! till [Am]up grow a [C]fine yo[G]ung cherry[F] tree well [Am]when the bough bre[C]aks, what'll [Em]you make for [G]me? a l[Am]ittle willow ca[C]bin to rest[G] on your k[Dm]nee [Am]what'll I do[C] with a tri[Em]nket such as t[G]his? [Am]think of your [C]woman, who's g[G]one to the w[F]est but I'm star[Am]ving and fre[C]ezing in my [Em]measly old b[G]ed! then I'll [Am]crawl across the [C]salt flats to s[G]troke your sweet [Dm]head [Am]come across the [C]desert with [Em]no shoes [G]on! [Am]I love you tr[C]uly, or [G]I love no[F]-one [Fm7] [Am] fire moves away fire moves away, [Fm7]son why would you say I was the last on[Fm7]e? [Am]Last one.. [G] clear the room! there's a fire, a fire, a fire get going, and I'm going to be [Am]right behind you [G] [F]and if the love of a woman o[Am]r two, dear, [G] couldn't m[F]ove you to such heights, then al[Am]l I can do is[G] do[F], my darling, right[Am] by you