Sapokanikan - Joanna Newsom.mp3

[00:00.000]The cause is Ozymandian
[00:05.249]The map of Sapokanikan
[00:10.357]Is sanded and bevelled
[00:13.263]The land lone and levelled
[00:15.508]By some unrecorded and powerful hand
[00:21.337]Which plays along the monument
[00:26.308]And drums upon a plastic bag
[00:30.850]The brave-men-and-women-so-dear-to-God-
[00:35.618]And-famous-to-all-of-the-ages rag
[00:41.803]Saying: Do you love me?
[00:46.537]Will you remember?
[00:51.037]The snow falls above me
[00:56.175]The renderer renders:
[01:00.372]The event is in the hand of God
[01:05.805]Beneath a patch of grass, her
[01:10.676]Bones the old Dutch master hid
[01:15.337]While elsewhere Tobias
[01:17.558]And the angel disguise
[01:20.015]What the scholars surmise was a mother and kid
[01:26.003]Interred with other daughters
[01:30.826]In dirt in other potters' fields
[01:35.742]Above them, parades
[01:38.375]Mark the passing of days
[01:39.886]Through parks where pale colonnades arch in marble and steel
[01:46.037]Where all of the twenty-thousand attending your footfall
[01:51.011]And the causes they died for are lost in the idling bird calls
[01:55.879]And the records they left are cryptic at best
[01:58.734]Lost in obsolescence
[02:00.759]The text will not yield, nor x-ray reveal
[02:03.390]With any fluorescence
[02:05.189]Where the hand of the master begins and ends
[02:10.441]I fell, I tried to do well but I won't be
[02:15.017]Will you tell the one that I love to remember and hold me
[02:19.899]I call and call for the doctor
[02:24.992]But the snow swallows me whole with ol' Florry Walker
[02:29.713]And the event lives only in print
[02:34.769]He said:
[02:36.564]"It's alright"
[02:38.299]And "It's all over now"
[02:39.429]And boarded the plane
[02:42.106]His belt unfastened
[02:43.935]The boy was known to show unusual daring
[02:47.757]And, called a "boy"
[02:50.133]This alderman, confounding Tammany Hall
[02:53.954]In whose employ King Tamanend himself preceeded John’s fall
[02:59.704]So we all raise a standard
[03:02.519]To which the wise and honest soul may repair
[03:06.092]To which a hunter
[03:08.594]A hundred years from now,?may look and despair
[03:12.767]And see with wonder
[03:15.087]The tributes we have left to rust in the parks
[03:18.855]Swearing that our hair stood on end
[03:21.295]To see John Purroy Mitchel depart
[03:25.489]For the Western Front
[03:29.196]Where work might count
[03:33.036]All exeunt! All go out!
[03:39.314]Await the hunter, to decipher the stone
[03:45.804](and what lies under, now)
[03:49.316]The city is gone
[04:03.655]Look and despair
[04:09.636]Look and despair