Chord Go Long by Joanna Newsom

go long capo 4 i didnt think it were possible for her to write a tune like this , but it is seriously just this progression repeated : Em , G Em , G Em , G D , C last night , again , you were in my dreams several expendable limbs were at stake you were a prince , spinning rims all sentiments indian - given and half - baked i was brought in on a palanquin made of the many bodies of beautiful women brought to this place to be examined , swaying on an elephant : a princess of india we both want the very same thing . we are praying i Am the one to save you but you don’t even own , your own violence run away from home - your beard is still blue with the loneliness of you mighty men , with your jaws , and fists , and guitars and pens , and your sugarlip , but i’ve never been to the firepits with you mighty men who made you this way? who made you this way? who is going to bear your beautiful children? do you think you can just stop , when you’re ready for a change? who will take care of you when you’re old and dying? you burn in the mekong , to prove your worth , go long! go long! right over the edge of the earth! you have been wronged , tore up since birth . you have done harm . others have done worse . will you tuck your shirt? will you leave it loose? you are badly hurt . you’re a silly goose . you are caked in mud , and in blood , and worse . chew your bitter cud , grope your little nurse . do you know why my ankles are bound in gauze sickly dressage : a princess of kentucky ? in the middle of the woods which were the probable cause , we danced in the lodge like two painting monkeys . i will give you a call , for one last hurrah . if this tale is tall , forgive my scrambling . but you keep palming along the wall , moving at a blind crawl , but always rambling . wolf - spider , crouch in your funnel nest , if i knew you , once , now i know you less , in the sinking sand , where we’ve come to rest , have i had a hand in your loneliness? when you leave me alone in this old palace of yours , it starts to get to me . i take to walking , what a woman does is open doors . and it is not a question of locking or unlocking . well , i have never seen such a terrible room - gilded with the gold teeth of the women who loved you! now , though i die , magpie , this i bequeath : by any other name a jay is still blue with the loneliness of you mighty men , with your mighty kiss that might never end , while , so far away , in the seat of the west , burns the fount of the heat of that loneliness . there’s a man who only will speak in code , backing slowly , slowly down the road . may he master everything that such men may know about loving , and then letting go .