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Waltz Of The 101st Lightborne

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  Waltz Of The 101st Lightborne - Joanna Newsom

  I believed they had got what they came for;

  I believed our peril was done

  On the eve of the last of the Great Wars

  After three we had narrowly won

  But the fourth

  It was carelessly done.

  I saw his ship in it's whistling ascension

  As they launched from the Capitol seat

  Swear I saw our mistake

  When the clouds draped like a flag

  Across the backs of the fleet

  Of the Hundred-First Lightborne Elite

  As the day is long

  So the well runs dry

  And we came to see Time is taller

  Than Space is wide

  And we bade goodbye

  To the Great Divide:

  Found unlimited simulacreage to colonize!

  But there was a time we were lashed to the prow

  Of a ship you may board, but not steer

  Before You and I ceased to mean Now

  And began to mean only Right Here

  to mean Inches and Miles, but not Years;

  Before Space has a taste of its limits

  And a new sort of coordinate awoke

  Making Time just another poor tenant:

  Bearing weight, taking fire, trading smokes

  In the war between us and our ghosts

  But I saw the Bering Strait and the Golden Gate

  In silent suspension of their golden age!

  you can barely tell, if I guard it well

  Where I have been, and seen

  Pristine, unfelled.

  I had a dream that I walked in the garden

  Of Chabot, and those telescope ruins

  It was there that I called to my true love

  Who was pale as millennial moons

  Honey, where did you come by that wound?

  When I woke, he was gone

  And the War had begun

  In eternal return and repeat

  Calling, Where in the hell are the rest of your fellow

  One Hundred-One Lightborne Elite?

  Stormed in the New Highland Light Infantry

  Make it stop, my love!

  We were wrong to try

  Never saw what we could unravel

  In traveling light

  or how the trip debrides

  Like a stack of slides!

  All we saw was that Time is taller than Space is wide

  That's why we are bound to a round desert island

  'neath the sky where our sailors have gone

  Have they drowned, in those windy highlands?

  Highlands away, my John

  Highlands away, my John

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