Waltz Of The 101st Lightborne Lyrics - Divers - 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 its 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! 

And 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 

Nor 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