“Last week, our picture window Produced a half-word, Heavy and hollow, Hit by a brown bird. We stood and watched her gape like a rattlesnake And pant and labor over every intake. I said a sort of prayer for some… — Joanna Newsom Copy Share Image
I never thought people would be mortally offended by the sounds I was making. — Joanna Newsom Copy Share Image
It broke my heart when I learned the moon had been passing the sun’s light off as its own. — Joanna Newsom Copy Share Image
I wasn't born of a whistle or milked from a thistle at twilight No I was all horns and thorns sprung out fully formed,… — Joanna Newsom Copy Share Image
Lyrics are very different. There is a clear line between that and a poem. Something that has been a source of great excitement and… — Joanna Newsom Copy Share Image
I'm not a wanderer, which is funny because I'm on tour half the time. I'm a home, hearth and family kind of person. — Joanna Newsom Copy Share Image
I am producing sounds that people are not used to hearing from the harp. — Joanna Newsom Copy Share Image
I didn't sing for years and years, but I started playing harp when I was maybe 9 or 10. I had actually wanted to… — Joanna Newsom Copy Share Image
I have a voice that's obviously untrained - and I think untrainable - so I kind of secreted it away for a long time.… — Joanna Newsom Copy Share Image
There's something fundamental to the harp that has retained its appeal my whole life. It's an instrument I am just in love with. — Joanna Newsom Copy Share Image
What a woman does is open doors. And it is not a question of locking or unlocking. — Joanna Newsom Copy Share Image
