Her songs were not performed so much as drawn from herself like nets dredged from the sea, heavy with kelp and flotsam and minnows that flashed before darting back into the deep. The song cycle she played was to Mender what, I dunno, Astral Weeks is to Blowin’ Your Mind, or what Smile is to The Beach Boys Today! She sang of meteorites and bears and ringing bells, of her and him and you, and she played not for us, it seemed, nor for herself exactly, but for the very presences her music conjured. The performance I saw that night was preternatural: a young artist stretching beyond her art towards something even more essential, simultaneously in command of her craft and caught in the headlights of her own onrushing brilliance. I also feared that the outsider waif thing was just an underground pose stitched together with lacy thrift-store duds and an iPod stuffed with rips of the Carter Family and Shirley Collins. I dug a handful of songs, but like many listeners, I found Newsom’s eccentric voice sometimes grating. At the time I admired Mender, but was, as of yet, no acolyte. Many folks present were already chest-deep in the cult of Joanna, a fandom that made 2004’s The Milk-Eyed Mender a leftfield indie hit and turned Newsom herself into the sort of music-maker who inspires obsessive devotion as well as pleasure. Last February in Los Angeles, Joanna Newsom took to the stage at the ArthurBall and performed, for the first time in their entirety, the five loonnggg songs that make up her new album Ys. ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED IN ARTHUR MAGAZINE No. Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS).How California harper JOANNA NEWSOM’s masterpiece album Ys grew from a time of personal turmoil, ambitious collaboration and eating hamburgers again.
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Pull them bitches all up your asshole, bitch you get the lasso Because I be dropping up in em I hit em with the venom and get em, bend em then get another doomįeeling fo' reala, killa, peel a Godzilla, filla when I'm pulling bitches all up by the womb When I'm creeping you be going off the ĭumping at so many motherfuckers they be running and run in the gutter Having to meet your doom, fucking with the who?Ĭreeping round the corner, popping off in California Kaboom, I Kaboom Splattering the bitch's face all over the room, Having a motherfucker with the info in the roomĭigging up into doom, pitching up in the room Shove it in your cushion leaving em gushin you die for the pushing then you can fuck with a nigga that's sick Getting so perverted when I pull out my dick lit up the Dolomites (Ching)
If anyone have it I pull the trigger and then I dab it The nigga that have it I pull the body and they can bag it Huff and popping the shovel when I'm puffing on the weed Dumping the dick up in the bitch and do the bitch again and since somebody gotta benefit it better be me (It better be me)Ĭause I'm way too psychosomatic and at it looking at the picture kicking the static Popping the pussy dumping the booty having the motherfucker bleeding Leave the pussy leaking, secretions because I beat it and beat it better grip the heaters when you see the homies Hit em with the meter cut off with the feet Pop a clip up the heater, rip the ho phony Lurking round the corner popping up a 40, get the OEĮlevated, body faded, get your woman integrated, never made it, invaded her, ho you don't know me And you be stepping to be knowing what I'm doing when I happen to be on one
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