Sapokanikan-Joanna Newsom

[ti:Sapokanikan] [ar:Joanna Newsom] [al:Divers] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Sapokanikan - Joanna Newsom [00:00.56]The cause is Ozymandian [00:05.46] [00:06.03]The map of Sapokanikan [00:10.78] [00:11.32]Is sanded and bevelled [00:14.05]The land lone and levelled [00:16.64]By some unrecorded and powerful hand [00:21.56] [00:23.05]Which plays along the monument [00:28.69]And drums upon a plastic bag [00:34.21]The brave-men-and-women-so-dear-to-God- [00:39.26]And-famous-to-all-of-the-ages rag [00:44.61] [00:45.26]Sang: Do you love me [00:50.50] [00:51.29]Will you remember [00:56.35]The snow falls above me [01:01.10] [01:01.61]The renderer renders: [01:06.33]The event is in the hand of God [01:12.28]Beneath a patch of grass her [01:16.92] [01:17.43]Bones the old Dutch master hid [01:22.47]While elsewhere Tobias [01:24.51]And the angel disguise [01:27.53]What the scholars surmise was a mother and kid [01:32.42] [01:34.31]Interred with other daughters [01:38.58] [01:39.67]In dirt in other potters' fields [01:44.55]Above them parades [01:46.96]Mark the passing of days [01:49.31]Through parks where you [01:50.52]pale colonnades arch in marble and steel [01:55.34] [01:56.01]Where all of the twenty-thousand attending your footfall [02:01.79]And the causes they died for are lost in the idling bird calls [02:06.60] [02:07.13]And the records they left are cryptic at best [02:09.88]Lost in obsolescence [02:12.71]The text will not yield nor x-ray reveal [02:15.28]With any fluorescence [02:17.39]Where the hand of the master begins and ends [02:23.38]I fell I tried to do well but I won't be [02:28.43]Will you tell the one that I love to remember and hold me [02:33.89]I call and call for the doctor [02:39.49]But the snow swallows me whole with ol' Florry Walker [02:43.48] [02:44.36]And the event lives only in print [02:48.65] [02:49.56]He said: [02:50.96] [02:51.81]"It's alright" [02:53.63]And "It's all over now" [02:55.28]And boarded the plane [02:58.14]His belt unfastened [03:00.42]The boy was known to show unusual daring [03:04.50]And called a "boy" [03:06.87]This alderman confounding Tammany Hall [03:11.17]In whose employ King Tamanend himself preceeded John's fall [03:17.19]So we all raise a standard [03:20.11]To which the wise and honest soul may repair [03:24.36]To which a hunter [03:26.80]A hundred years from now may look and despair [03:30.97]And see with wonder [03:33.16]The tributes we have left to rust in the parks [03:37.19]Swearing that our hair stood on end [03:40.08]To see John Purroy Mitchel depart [03:44.01]For the Western front where work might count [03:51.93]O mercy O God [03:56.74]Go out await the hunter to decipher the stone [04:05.08]And what lies under all the city is gone [04:19.22] [04:23.53]Look and despair [04:27.38] [04:30.00]Look and despair