Joanna Newsom: Good Intentions Paving Co. | Song-Factsheet


Song «Good Intentions Paving Co.» von Joanna Newsom.


Veröffentlichungsdaten: 2010 02 23 (Album)
Label: Drag City DC 390
Songwriter Joanna Newsom
Produktion: Joanna Newsom
Genre: Post-Millennial-Music - Freakfolk - Singer-Songwriter


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Joanna Newsom
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Twenty miles left to the show Hello, my old country, hello Stars are just beginning to appear And I have never in my life before been here And it's my heart, not me, who cannot drive At which conclusion you arrived Watching me sit here bolt upright and cry For no good reason at the Eastering sky And the tilt of this strange nation And the will to remain for the duration Waving the flag Feeling it drag Like a bump on a bump on a log, baby Like I'm in a fist fight with a fog, baby Step-ball-change and a pirouette And I regret, I regret How I said to you, "honey, just open your heart" When I've got trouble even opening a honey jar And that right there is where we are... And I been 'fessing double fast Addressing questions nobody asked I'll get this joy off of my chest at last And I will love you 'til the noise has long since passed And I did not mean to shout, just drive Just get us out, dead or alive A road too long to mention, lord, it's something to see! Laid down by the good intentions paving company All the way to the thing we've been playing at, darlin' I can see that you're wearing your staying hat, darlin' For the time being all is well Won't you love me a spell? This is blindness beyond all conceiving Well, behind us the road is leaving, yeah, leaving And falling back Like a rope gone slack Well, I saw straight away that the lay was steep But I fell for you, honey, as easy as falling asleep And that right there is the course I keep... And no amount of talking Is going to soften the fall But, like after the rain, step out Of the overhang, that's all It had a nice a ring to it When the ol' opry house rang So with a solemn auld lang Signed, sealed, delivered, I sang And there is hesitation And it always remains Concerning you, me, And the rest of the gang And in our quiet hour I feel I see everything And am in love with the hook Upon which everyone hangs And I know you meant to show the extent To which you gave a goddang You ranged real hot and real cold but I'm sold I am home on that range And I do hate to fold Right here at the top of my game When I've been trying with my whole heart and soul To stay right here in the right lane But it can make you feel over and old Lord, you know it's a shame When I only want for you to pull over and hold me 'Til I can't remember my own name