Have One On Me

Album: Have One On Me (2010)
  • From the courtyard, I floated in
    And watched it go down
    Heard the cup drop;
    Thought, "Well
    That's why they keep them around"
    The blackguard sat hard
    Down with no head on him now
    And I felt so bad
    'Cause I didn't know how to feel bad enough
    To make him proud

    By the time you read this
    I will be so far away
    Daddy longlegs, how in the world
    Am I to be expected to stay?
    In the night--
    In the night, you may hear me call
    Pa, stay your hand
    And steel your resolve
    Stay where you are
    So long and tall

    Here's Lola--ta da!
    To do her famous Spider Dance for you!
    Lighten up your pockets!
    Shake her skirts and scatter there
    A shrieking, six-legged millionaire with a blight in his sockets

    Miss Montez
    The Countess of Lansfeld
    Appealed to the King of Bavaria
    Saying, "Pretty papa
    If you are my friend--
    Mister daddy longlegs, they are at it again!--
    Can I see you?"

    Poor Lola! A tarantula's mounting
    Countess Lansfeld's
    Handsome brassiere
    While they all cheer

    And the old king fell from grace
    While Lola fled
    To save face and her career

    You caught a fly, floating by
    Wait for him to drown in the dust;
    Drown in the dust of other flies
    Whereby the machine is run
    And the deed is done
    Heaven has no word
    For the way you and your friends have treated poor Louis
    May God save your poor soul, Lola
    (But there is nothing I adore
    Apart from that whore's black heart)

    Well, doesn't that just beat all!
    Miss Gilbert
    Called to Castlemaine
    By the silver dollar and the gold glitter!
    Well, I've seen lots
    But never, in a million years
    Would think to see you, here

    Though the long road
    Begins and ends with you
    I cannot seem to make amends
    With you, Louis
    When we go out
    They're bound to see you with me

    At night, I walk in the park
    With a whip
    Between the lines
    Of the whispering Jesuits
    Who are poisoning you against me
    There's a big black spider
    Hanging over my door
    Can't go anywhere, anymore
    Tell me, are you with me?

    I called to you, several times
    While the change took place
    And then arrived, all night
    And I died
    But all these songs
    When you and I are long gone
    Will carry on
    Mud in your eye

    You asked my hand
    Hired a band
    "In your heart is all that you need;
    Ask and you will receive," it is said
    I threw my bouquet
    And I knocked 'em dead

    Bottle of white, bottle of red
    Helpless as a child
    When you held me in your arms
    And I knew that no other
    Could ever love me as you loved
    Love me as you loved
    But help me! I'm leaving!

    I remember everything
    Down to the sound of you shaving —
    The scrape of your razor
    The dully-abrading black hair
    That remained
    When you clutched at me
    That night I came upstairs, half-dead
    And, in your kindness
    You put me straightaway
    In the cupboard
    With a bottle of champagne
    And then, later, on a train

    It was dark out, I was half-dead
    I saw a star fall into the sky
    Like a chunk of thrown coal
    As if God himself spat
    Like a cornered rat

    I really want you to do this for me
    Will you have one on me?

    It was dark; I was drunk and half-dead
    And we slept, knocking heads
    Sitting up in the star-smoking air
    Knocking heads like buoys

    Don't you worry for me!
    Will you have one on me?

    Meanwhile, I will raise my own glass
    To how you made me fast
    And expendable
    And I will drink to your excellent health
    And your cruelty
    Will you have one on me?

    — Helpless as a child
    When you held me in your arms
    And I knew that no other
    Could ever love me —

    From the courtyard, I floated in
    And I watched it go down
    Heard the cup drop;
    Thought, "Well, that's why
    They keep them around"
    The blackguard sat hard, down
    With no head on him now
    And I felt so bad
    'Cause I didn't know how
    To feel bad enough
    To make him proud

    Well daddy longlegs, are you?
    Daddy longlegs, are you?
    Daddy longlegs, are you proud? Writer/s: Joanna Newsom
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