Everything is gone for now

Once a day right? Here we go

Back up to the top please

Day 3: Still no sign of… That thing I’m looking for
(bump)

Now I have got some business, out at the edge of town,
Candy weighing both of my pockets down,
And I can hardly stay afloat from the weight of them

(bump)

and knowing how the common folk condemn what it is I do
to you to keep you warm,
being a woman, being a woman
(bump again)

But always at the mountain side you’re clamoring,
Groping blindly, hungry for anything,
Picking through your pocket lining,
“Well what is this?”
Scrap of sassafras, eh Sisyfus?
(bump)

I see the blossoms broke, and wet after the rain,
Little sister, he will be back again
(bump)

And I have washed a thousand spiders down the drain,
Spiders’ ghosts hang, soaked and dangling
Silently from all the blooming cherry trees
In tiny nooses,
Safe from everyone
(that part flows so well together so I had to use the whole bit. Also, bump.)

Nothing but a nuisance,
Gone now, dead and done.
Be a woman, be a woman
(bump)

We felt the spray of the waves,
We decided to stay
Until the tide rose too far.

We were afraid 'cause we know what you are,
And you know that we know what you are.
(bump)

In case anyone is wondering, the lyrics I’ve been bumping with are from Only Skin by Joanna Newsom off the album Ys. Also, earlier bump than normal

The meadowlark, and the chim-choo-ree and the sparrow

Set to the sky in a flying spree for the sport of the pharoh.

Little while later the Pharisees dragged a comb through the meadow.

Do you remember what they called up to you and me, in our window?
(bump)

There is a rusty light on the pines tonight;
sun pouring wine, lord, or marrow, into the
bones of the birches, and the spires of the churches, jutting out from the shadows;
the yoke, and the axe, and the old smokestacks, and the bale, and the barrow —
and everything sloped, like it was dragged from a rope, in the mouth of the south below.

(I was too lazy to type it all out this time. Bump)

We’ve seen those mountains kneeling, felten and gray. We thought our very hearts would up and melt away.

(not too lazy this time, but I typed less, so it’s probably just as lazy. Bump)

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

(bump)

Okay, nothing clever or fun today because I can’t think of anything. Either way, bump

You think you’re alone until you realize you’re in it now,

Fear is here to stay, love is in for a visit.

They call it instant justice when it’s past the legal limit.

Someone’s scratching at the window,

I wonder, who is it?

(elvis costello bump)

Bump again. For the… 13th or 14th time… I think

The Masamune thing is from Chrono Trigger. It’s a sword that Frog uses and it’s magical also, or something

(pre-memorial** day bunp)