And all that we built, and all that we breathed And all that we spilled or pulled up like weeds Is piled up in back and it burns irrevocably And we spoke up in turns 'til the silence crept over… — 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
