Sapokanikan

Album: Divers (2015)
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  • The cause is Ozymandian
    The map of Sapokanikan
    Is sanded and bevelled
    The land lone and levelled
    By some unrecorded and powerful hand

    Which plays along the monument
    And drums upon a plastic bag
    The brave-men-and-women-so-dear-to-God-
    And-famous-to-all-of-the-ages rag

    Sang: Do you love me?
    Will you remember?
    The snow falls above me
    The renderer renders:
    The event is in the hand of God

    Beneath a patch of grass, her
    Bones the old Dutch master hid
    While elsewhere Tobias
    And the angel disguise
    What the scholars surmise was a mother and kid

    Interred with other daughters
    In dirt in other potters' fields
    Above them, parades
    Mark the passing of days
    Through parks where pale colonnades arch in marble and steel

    Where all of the twenty-thousand attending your footfall
    And the causes they died for are lost in the idling bird calls
    And the records they left are cryptic at best
    Lost in obsolescence
    The text will not yield, nor x-ray reveal
    With any fluorescence
    Where the hand of the master begins and ends

    I fell, I tried to do well but I won't be
    Will you tell the one that I love to remember and hold me
    I call and call for the doctor
    But the snow swallows me whole with ol' Florry Walker
    And the event lives only in print

    He said:
    "It's alright"
    And "It's all over now"
    And boarded the plane
    His belt unfastened
    The boy was known to show unusual daring
    And, called a "boy"
    This alderman, confounding Tammany Hall
    In whose employ King Tamanend himself preceeded John's fall

    So we all raise a standard
    To which the wise and honest soul may repair
    To which a hunter
    A hundred years from now, may look and despair
    And see with wonder
    The tributes we have left to rust in the parks
    Swearing that our hair stood on end
    To see John Purroy Mitchel depart

    For the Western front where our work might count
    O mercy! O God!
    Go out, await the hunter to decipher the stone
    And what lies under the city is gone

    Look and despair
    Look and despair Writer/s: Joanna Newsom
    Publisher: ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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