Chord No Provenance by Joanna Newsom

Chord No Provenance Joanna Newsom Lirik - Simak panduan bermain gitar lagu ini dengan kunci yang paling sederhana. CHORD "no provenance" by joanna newsom from "have one on me" chords interpreted by Cm Cm G A# G# allelu , allelu : Cm G7 A# G# i have died happy , and lived to tell the tale to you . Cm G7 A# i have slept for forty years , and woke to find me gone . D# C7 G# i woke safe and warm in your arms . D# A#m/C# Cm D# Gm/D in your arms , your arms , in your arms Cm G7 A# G# not informed of the natural law , squatting , lordly , on a stool , in a stall , we spun gold clear out of straw . and , when our bales of bullion were stored , you burned me like a barn . i burned safe and warm in your arms . D# A#m/C# in your arms , your arms D# C# Cm F i’m afraid of the big return . Dm Gm A D there’s a certain conversation lost , and that loss incurred Dm G with nobody remaining to register D# C# Cm F who had passed this way in the night , in the middle of the Dm Gm A D night , negating their grace and their sight , Dm Gm till only i remember , or mark , Cm G A# G# how we had our talk : we took our ride , Cm G7 A# G# so that there was no - one home , and the lights of rome flickered and died . and , what’s more , i believe that you knew it , too; i think you saw their flares , and kept me safely unawares , in your arms . D# A#m/C# Cm D# Gm/D in your arms , your arms , in your arms Cm G7 A# G# the grass was tall , and strung with burrs , i essayed that high sashay which , in my mind , was my way; you hung behind , in yours . anyhow , she did not neigh . i do not know what drew our eyes to hers; that little black mare did not stir , D# A#m/C# till i lay down in your arms . D# C# Cm F Dm G A D Dm G poor old dirty little dog - size horse! - - swaying and wheezing , as a matter of course; swaying and wheezing , as a matter of pride . that poor old nag , not four palms wide , had waited a long time , coated in salt , buckled like a ship run foul of the fence . in the middle of the night , she’d sprung up , no provenance , bearing the whites of her eyes . and you , with your ’arrangement’ with fate , nodded sadly at her lame assault on that steady old gate , her faultlessly etiolated Cm G7 A# G# fishbelly - face; the muzzle of a ghost . and , pretty johnny appleseed , via satellite feed , tell us , who was it that you then loved the most? pretty johnny appleseed , leave a trail that leads straight back down to the farm . Gm6/C lay me down safe and warm in your arms .