Monkey Bear - Joanna Newsom

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MONKEY & BEAR – JOANNA NEWSOM

This one takes a bit of practise.
If the chords don’t sound quite right, have a listen to the individual notes that Joanna
The Cm section is technically correct, it’s just a little difficult to explain. Don’t
the Cm as a barre chord, play it like this : x310xx so that the Eb (or the ‘1’) moves up 
an E when you play the C chord. That entire chord section is used to illustrate that
which is awkward to transcribe to guitar. It works though, just give it a bit of work.

CAPO 5

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down in the gr

    
een hay
             
where monkey a

       
nd bear usuall

y lay
            
they woke from

             
 a stable-boy'

 
s cry

            
he said; someo

       
ne come quick!
             
the horses got

            
 loose, got gr

ass-sick!
            
they'll founde

             
r! fain, they'

   
ll die

           
what is now kn

        
own by the sor

       
rel and the ro

an?
                      

by the chestnu

t, and the bay

, and the geld

ing grey?

            
it is: stay by

             
 the gate you 

    
are given
             
and remain in 

             
your place, fo

       
r your season
             
and had the ov

            
erfed dead but

 
 listened
             
to that high-f

             
ence, horse-se

     
nse, wisdom...

            
"did you hear 

            
that, Bear?" s

    
aid monkey
             
we'll get out 

             
of here, fair 

    
and square
            
they've left t

           
he gate open w

ide!


so;
    
my bride
            
here is my han

         
d, where is yo

ur paw?
            
try and unders

         
tand my plan, 

Ursala
            
my heart is a 

 
furnace
            
full of love t

              
hat's just, an

  
d earnest
            
now; you know 

              
that we must u


nlearn this
            
allegiance to 

          
a life of serv

ice
            
and no longer 

              
answer to that

  
 heartless
            
hay-monger, no

           
r be his accom

plice
            
(that charlata

              
n, with artles

   
s hustling!)
            
but; Ursala, w

              
e've got to ea

    
t something
            
and earn our k

           
eep, while sti

ll within
    
the borders of

 the land that

 man has girde

d
            
(all double-bo

         
lted and tight

fisted!)
            
until we reach

     
 the open coun

try
            
a-steeped in m

        
ilk and honey

   
will you keep 

your fancy clo

thes on, for m

e?
   
can you bear a

 little longer

 to wear that 

leash?
    
my love, I swe

ar by the air 

I breathe:
           
sooner or late

             
r, you'll bare

       
 your teeth

            
but for now, j

           
ust dance, dar

ling
            
c'mon, will yo

             
u dance, my da

rling?
            
darling, there

     
's a place for

 us
             
can we go, bef

      
ore I turn to 

dust?
           
oh my darling,

             
 there's a pla

       
ce for us
  
oh darling
  
c'mon will you

 dance, my dar

ling?
            
oh, the hills 

            
are groaning w

ith excess
             
like a table c

            
easelessly bei

ng set
           
oh my darling,

             
 we will get t

     
here yet

            
they trooped p

        
ast the guards

,
             
past the coops

             
, and the fiel

              
ds, and the fa

    ( 
rmyards
            
all night, til

      
l finally:

            
the space they

       
 gained grew
             
much farther t

             
han the stone 

            (
that bear thre

 
w
            
to mark where 

             
they'd stop fo

   
r tea

           
but walk a lit

       
tle faster
         
and don't look

   
 backwards
                            
  
your feast is 

to the East, w

hich lies a li

ttle past the

pasture

            
when the black

              
birds hear tea

             
 whistling, th

   
ey rise and cl

ap
             
and their appl

              
ause caws the 

       
kettle black
            
and we can't h

            
ave none of th

at!

            
move along, Be

             
ar; there, the

    
re; that&#6553

3;s that
            
(though cast i

      
n plaster
             
our Ursala's h

            
eart beat fast

( 
er
            
than monkey's 

     
ever will)

   
but still;

they have got 

to pay the bil

ls
     
hadn't they?
            
that is what t

   
he monkey'd sa

y

            
so, with the c

            
ourage of a cl


own, or a cur
             
or a kite, jer

              
king tight at 

     
its tether
             
in her dun-bro

          
wn gown of fur
              
and her jerkin

             
 of swan's dow

        
n and leather

             
Bear would swa

              
y on her hind 

 
legs;
              
the organ woul

             
d grind dregs 

              
of song, for t

     
he pleasure
       
of the childre

n, who'd shrie

k
      
throwing coins

 at her feet
             
then recoiling

     
 in terror

             
sing, dance, d

arling
            
c'mon, will yo

          
u dance, my da

rling?
            
oh darling, th

        
ere's a place 

for us
             
can we go, bef

      
ore I turn to 

dust?
           
oh my darling,

             
 there�

         
s a place for 

us

  
oh darling
      
c'mon, will yo

u dance, my da

rling?
             
you keep your 

             
eyes fixed on 

            
the highest hi

ll
             
where you'll e

           
ver-after eat 

your fill
           
oh my darling,

        
 dear, mine
        
if you dance
             
dance, darling

             
, and i love y

    
ou still


deep in the ni

ght
shone a weak and miserly light
where the monkey shouldered his lamp
someone had told him
the bear had been wandering
a fair piece away from where they were camped
someone had told him
the bear'd been sneaking away
to the seaside caverns, to bathe
and the thought troubled the monkey
for he was afraid of spelunking down in those caves
also afraid what the village people would say
if they saw the bear in that state;
lolling and splashing obscenely
well, it seemed irrational, really; washing that face
washing that matted and flea-bit pelt
in some sea-spit-shine, old kelp dripping with brine
but monkey just laughed, and he muttered;
when she comes back, Ursala will be bursting with pride
'til I jump up!
saying: you've been rolling in muck!
saying: you smell of garbage and grime!
but far out
far out
by now
by now
far out, by now, Bear ploughed
'cause she would not drown:
first the outside-legs of the bear
up and fell down, in the water, like knobby garters
then the outside-arms of the bear
fell off, as easy as if sloughed from boiled tomatoes
low'red in a genteel curtsy
bear shed the mantle of her diluvian shoulders;
and, with a sigh, she allowed the burden of belly
to drop like an apronfull of boulders
if you could hold up her threadbare coat to the light
where it's worn translucent in places
you'd see spots where almost every night of the year
Bear had been mending suspending that baseness
now her coat drags through the water
bagging, with a life's-worth of hunger, limitless minnows
in the magnetic embrace
balletic and glacial of Bear's insatiable shadow
left there!
left there!
when Bear left Bear
left there!
left there!
when Bear stepped clear of Bear

, , , , ,  (,
, , 

           
(sooner or lat

             
er, you'll bar

         
e your teeth..

.)

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