Joanna Newsom - Only Skin
“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”
(Source: allsquare)
Joanna Newsom | “Only Skin”