Collaborative work-in-progress lyrics: With our heads full of gray by the end of the day, Won't you pour me a Mapleine tonic? Lower the shades on the terms of the trade, and the glare of the barreling comet. My mind is easy. My mind is easy. Me and my queasy stomach. Now here come my failures assailing me, merrily, caroling, stereophonic. And it’s breaking your heart to see how far they’ve got to me. That’s the cornerstone of ordinary home economics. We got doctors, and plumbers, and camps for the summer to cancel, reschedule, and promise. I answered the phone, and made plans, and postponed And atoned for all of my wrongness, and my mind is easy. My mind is easy, though bees beseige in my bonnet. The worry, and guilt, and my heels hurry me up the hill, 'til I keel at the summit. And this hunger and scarcity, it just doesn’t seem fair to me, with all the rest of them not invested in these home economics! But I would not be far from you, and wish not to part from you, and I love you -- I want just to show it. It’s worth any verse that I may never write, though it hurts tonight to know it, but my mind is easy. My mind is easy. You’re everything that I wanted. Your laugh, and the things that you say, and your soft little weight in my lap like a rabbit. And I’ll do anything for you. But just what do you think I do? Cue the gramophone, leave your momma in the home economics! If you reckon it’s stifling being a housewife in the guise of your glowing electronics, you should know there’s no version of ours that ain't hers, nor a life that we were promised, but my mind is easy. My mind is easy. I’m only one in a long list who birth, and who nurse, and who serve and return to the earth with no purchase upon it. And I cannot tell you no lies, children, you cannot sell or buy what cannot be owned -- that’s the property of home economics. And I can’t pay my loans without trading in these home economics!
I know she's always been super intentional about things like lyrics and symbolism etc, but I've always gotten the impression that her voice is the opposite, like it's something that comes fully instinctively, not something she deliberately "chooses" but more something she allows to happen however it wants to, and which naturally changes over time (as all things do)
fucckkkk Joanna meets motherhood is all I ever needed in my life. This perfectly captures the beauty of motherhood and also the complete lack of support from society at large.. finding peace in that. Not to mention the financial responsibility and balancing motherhood. Just fucking AMAZING.
Collaborative work-in-progress lyrics:
With our heads full of gray
by the end of the day,
Won't you pour me a Mapleine tonic?
Lower the shades
on the terms of the trade,
and the glare of the barreling comet.
My mind is easy.
My mind is easy.
Me and my queasy stomach.
Now here come my failures
assailing me, merrily,
caroling, stereophonic.
And it’s breaking your heart to see
how far they’ve got to me.
That’s the cornerstone
of ordinary home economics.
We got doctors, and plumbers,
and camps for the summer
to cancel, reschedule, and promise.
I answered the phone,
and made plans, and postponed
And atoned for all of my wrongness,
and my mind is easy.
My mind is easy,
though bees beseige in my bonnet.
The worry, and guilt,
and my heels hurry me
up the hill, 'til I keel at the summit.
And this hunger and scarcity,
it just doesn’t seem fair to me,
with all the rest of them
not invested in these home economics!
But I would not be far from you,
and wish not to part from you,
and I love you -- I want just to show it.
It’s worth any verse
that I may never write,
though it hurts tonight to know it,
but my mind is easy.
My mind is easy.
You’re everything that I wanted.
Your laugh, and the things
that you say, and your soft little
weight in my lap like a rabbit.
And I’ll do anything for you.
But just what do you think I do?
Cue the gramophone,
leave your momma in the home economics!
If you reckon it’s stifling
being a housewife
in the guise of your glowing electronics,
you should know there’s no version
of ours that ain't hers,
nor a life that we were promised,
but my mind is easy.
My mind is easy.
I’m only one in a long list
who birth, and who nurse,
and who serve and return
to the earth with no purchase upon it.
And I cannot tell you no lies,
children, you cannot sell or buy
what cannot be owned --
that’s the property of home economics.
And I can’t pay my loans
without trading in these home economics!
it's devilish work but worth it :)
The third chorus is "well my mind is easy" it goes and, but, well.
Love how she picks a new voice for every new album
Kinda like Cardi but instead of faces its voices
I know she's always been super intentional about things like lyrics and symbolism etc, but I've always gotten the impression that her voice is the opposite, like it's something that comes fully instinctively, not something she deliberately "chooses" but more something she allows to happen however it wants to, and which naturally changes over time (as all things do)
@@OAnIncurableHumanist this and also the voice develops and matures as you get older. Along with not being able to go as high as before.
that's some Milk Eyed Mender shit 😍
Which is my favorite album - God I love this so much
oh my god "your soft little weight in my lap like a rabbit" like baby birch ;_;
fucckkkk Joanna meets motherhood is all I ever needed in my life. This perfectly captures the beauty of motherhood and also the complete lack of support from society at large.. finding peace in that. Not to mention the financial responsibility and balancing motherhood. Just fucking AMAZING.
Wow this blew my mind.
This is just... wow.
this song is giving me “Inflammatory Writ” vibes
Oh WOW SO BEAUTIFUL!!! I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!! SO MUCH LOVE ALL!!!❤️💙💜💓💚
no shes right this is me after the most stressful day ever
This song is absolutely beautiful
ooooofff...! she told us
tão lindo 😭
Amazing!