{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":932917,"song":"Go Long","artist":"Joanna Newsom","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11613366-go-long-chords-by-joanna-newsom/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/932917?type=chord","rating":4.66027,"votes":28,"content":"GO LONG\r\n\r\nCAPO 4\r\n\r\nI didn’t think it were possible for her to write a tune like this, but it is \r\nseriously just this progression repeated:\r\n\r\n[ch]Em[/ch], [ch]G[/ch]\r\n[ch]Em[/ch], [ch]G[/ch]\r\n[ch]Em[/ch], [ch]G[/ch]\r\n[ch]D[/ch], [ch]C[/ch]\r\n\r\nLast night, again,\r\nyou were in my dreams\r\nseveral expendable limbs were at stake\r\nyou were a prince, spinning rims\r\nall sentiments indian-given\r\nand half-baked\r\n\r\nI was brought\r\nin on a palanquin\r\nmade of the many bodies\r\nof beautiful women\r\nbrought to this place to be examined,\r\nswaying on an elephant:\r\na princess of india\r\n\r\nWe both want the very same thing.\r\nWe are praying\r\nI am the one to save you \r\nBut you don't even own,\r\nyour own violence\r\nRun away from home-\r\nyour beard is still blue\r\nwith the loneliness of you mighty men,\r\nwith your jaws, and fists, and guitars\r\nand pens, and your sugarlip,\r\nbut I've never been to the firepits with you mighty men\r\n\r\nWho made you this way?\r\nWho made you this way?\r\nWho is going to bear your beautiful children?\r\nDo you think you can just stop, \r\nwhen you're ready for a change?\r\nWho will take care of you\r\nwhen you're old and dying?\r\n\r\nYou burn in the Mekong,\r\nto prove your worth,\r\nGo Long! Go Long!\r\nRight over the edge of the earth!\r\nYou have been wronged, \r\ntore up since birth.\r\nYou have done harm.\r\nOthers have done worse.\r\n\r\nWill you tuck your shirt?\r\nWill you leave it loose?\r\nYou are badly hurt.\r\nYou're a silly goose.\r\n\r\nYou are caked in mud,\r\nand in blood, and worse. \r\nChew your bitter cud,\r\nGrope your little nurse.\r\n\r\nDo you know why\r\nmy ankles are bound in gauze\r\n(sickly dressage:\r\na princess of kentucky)?\r\nIn the middle of the woods\r\n(which were the probable cause),\r\nwe danced in the lodge\r\nlike two painting monkeys.\r\n\r\nI will give you a call, for one last hurrah.\r\nIf this tale is tall, forgive my scrambling.\r\nBut you keep palming along the wall,\r\nmoving at a blind crawl,\r\nbut always rambling.\r\n\r\nWolf-spider, crouch in your funnel nest,\r\nIf I knew you, once, \r\nnow I know you less,\r\nIn the sinking sand, \r\nwhere we've come to rest,\r\nhave I had a hand in your loneliness?\r\n\r\nWhen you leave me alone\r\nin this old palace of yours,\r\nit starts to get to me. I take to walking,\r\nWhat a woman does is open doors.\r\nAnd it is not a question of locking\r\nor unlocking.\r\n\r\nWell, I have never seen\r\nsuch a terrible room-\r\ngilded with the gold teeth\r\nof the women who loved you!\r\nNow, though I die,\r\nMagpie, this I bequeath:\r\nby any other name\r\na jay is still blue\r\n\r\nwith the loneliness\r\nof you mighty men,\r\nwith your mighty kiss\r\nthat might never end,\r\nwhile, so far away,\r\nin the seat of the west,\r\nburns the fount\r\nof the heat\r\nof that loneliness.\r\n\r\nThere's a man\r\nwho only will speak in code,\r\nbacking slowly, slowly down the road.\r\nMay he master everything \r\nthat such men may know\r\nabout loving, and then letting go.","plain_text":"GO LONG\n\nCAPO 4\n\nI didn’t think it were possible for her to write a tune like this, but it is \nseriously just this progression repeated:\n\nEm, G\nEm, G\nEm, G\nD, C\n\nLast night, again,\nyou were in my dreams\nseveral expendable limbs were at stake\nyou were a prince, spinning rims\nall sentiments indian-given\nand half-baked\n\nI was brought\nin on a palanquin\nmade of the many bodies\nof beautiful women\nbrought to this place to be examined,\nswaying on an elephant:\na princess of india\n\nWe both want the very same thing.\nWe are praying\nI am the one to save you \nBut you don't even own,\nyour own violence\nRun away from home-\nyour beard is still blue\nwith the loneliness of you mighty men,\nwith your jaws, and fists, and guitars\nand pens, and your sugarlip,\nbut I've never been to the firepits with you mighty men\n\nWho made you this way?\nWho made you this way?\nWho is going to bear your beautiful children?\nDo you think you can just stop, \nwhen you're ready for a change?\nWho will take care of you\nwhen you're old and dying?\n\nYou burn in the Mekong,\nto prove your worth,\nGo Long! Go Long!\nRight over the edge of the earth!\nYou have been wronged, \ntore up since birth.\nYou have done harm.\nOthers have done worse.\n\nWill you tuck your shirt?\nWill you leave it loose?\nYou are badly hurt.\nYou're a silly goose.\n\nYou are caked in mud,\nand in blood, and worse. \nChew your bitter cud,\nGrope your little nurse.\n\nDo you know why\nmy ankles are bound in gauze\n(sickly dressage:\na princess of kentucky)?\nIn the middle of the woods\n(which were the probable cause),\nwe danced in the lodge\nlike two painting monkeys.\n\nI will give you a call, for one last hurrah.\nIf this tale is tall, forgive my scrambling.\nBut you keep palming along the wall,\nmoving at a blind crawl,\nbut always rambling.\n\nWolf-spider, crouch in your funnel nest,\nIf I knew you, once, \nnow I know you less,\nIn the sinking sand, \nwhere we've come to rest,\nhave I had a hand in your loneliness?\n\nWhen you leave me alone\nin this old palace of yours,\nit starts to get to me. I take to walking,\nWhat a woman does is open doors.\nAnd it is not a question of locking\nor unlocking.\n\nWell, I have never seen\nsuch a terrible room-\ngilded with the gold teeth\nof the women who loved you!\nNow, though I die,\nMagpie, this I bequeath:\nby any other name\na jay is still blue\n\nwith the loneliness\nof you mighty men,\nwith your mighty kiss\nthat might never end,\nwhile, so far away,\nin the seat of the west,\nburns the fount\nof the heat\nof that loneliness.\n\nThere's a man\nwho only will speak in code,\nbacking slowly, slowly down the road.\nMay he master everything \nthat such men may know\nabout loving, and then letting go.","chords":["Em","G","D","C"],"chord_diagrams":{"C":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,3,2,0,1,0],"frets":[0,3,2,0,1,0]},"D":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,0,1,3,2],"frets":[-1,-1,0,2,3,2]},"Em":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,2,3,0,0,0],"frets":[0,2,2,0,0,0]},"G":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[2,1,0,0,0,3],"frets":[3,2,0,0,0,3]}}}