Joanna Newsom

This place is damp and ghostly, I am already gone,
And the halls were lined with the disembodied and dustly wings,
Which fall from flesh gasplessy,
And I go where the trees go, and I walk from an higher education,
For now and for hire,
And it beats me but I do not know,
And it beats me but I do not know,
And it beats me but I do not know, I do not know,
Palaces and storm clouds the rough, straggly sage, and the smoke,
And the way it will all come together (in quietness, in time),
And you laws of property you free economy
You unending afterthoughts, you could've told me before,
Never get so attached to a poem you forget truth it lacks lyricism,
Never draw so close to the heat that you forget that you must eat
Outro consists of Bbs and Fs