Joanna Newsom
“Esme”

Yo it feels so cognitively dissonant to be bumping the new JoNew album while bro-in’ out watching hockey. Sometimes I think I’m just totes fried and my critical apparatus is broken. Anyway, maybe it’s not because I can tell this song is so baller.

I can feel a difference,
today, a difference.
All of us in a our towns
fearing God like a mistress.
We lay on our box, in the sun,
watching you and your women.
Sat up and blinked when you appeared
So pale you were nearly clear.
Later I stumbled to my bed
all alone in the branches.
I laid in the dark
thinking about all of my friends and their changes