Текст песни Occident - Joanna Newsom

Mercy me, the night is long.
Take my pen, to write you this song.
Lord: is it harder to carry on,
Or to know when you are done?
All my life, I've felt as though
I'm inside a beautiful memory,
Replaying
With the sound turned down low.
Long-life, show your face.
Slow-heart, curb your taste.
Smoke me out of my hiding place.
Long-life, state your case.
What in the world are we waiting for--
Building glowing cities 'long the shore,
Where the wind batters in,
Baiting my kin like a matador?
So much value, placed upon
What lies just beyond our plans:
Waving my handkerchief,
Running along, till the end of the sand.
Long-life, speak your name.
So tired of the guessing game.
But, something is moving,
Just out-of-frame:
Slow-heart,
Brace and aim.
Breaching slowly, 'cross the sea,
One mast--
Flash, like the stinger of a bee--
To take you away,
A swarming fleet is gonna take you
From me.
The universe is getting loose:
Sodden spread,
From some leaden disuse,
Rushing, unhinged,
Towards diminishing lights,
Like a headless caboose.
I'll wait for you,
'Longside the ocean,
And make do
With my no-skin.
But then, Long-life,
Will you let me in?
And then, Slow-heart,
Are you gonna know him?
Long-life, speak your name.
I wait, while I decry the wait.
And when I die, may I relate:
Slow heart, congregate.
To leave your home, and your family,
For some distortion of property?
Well, darling, I can't go.
But you may stay
Here, with me.