Inflammatory Writ chords and lyrics - JOANNA NEWSOM

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[Verse 1]
[D]Oh,[G][D][A][D]
where is your in[G]flam[A]matory [D]writ?
Your text that would in[G]cite a [A]light,
"Be [D]lit"?
Our music- deserving,
devotion- unswerving
Cry "Do I deserve her?"
with unflagging fervor
Well no we do not if we [G]cannot get [A]over [D]it

[Verse 2]
But [G]what's it mean when
suddenly we're [Bm]spent?
Tell me true!
Am[G]bition came and reared
its head and [Bm]went
Far from you!
Even [G]mollusks have weddings
though solemn and leaden
But you [Bm]dirge for the dead and take
no jam [B]on [Bm]your bread
Just a [D]supper of salt and [G]a waltz
through your [A]empty bed
[D]

[Verse 3]
And [F]all at once it [A]came to me
And I [Bb]wro te him hunched '[F]till four- thirty
[Cm]But that vesta[Gm]l light
[A]It burns out wit[D]h the night
[G]In spite of all the time that [D]we spend on it:
On [Bb]one bedraggled [F]ghost of a sonnet!
While [G]outside [D]the wild boars root
[Bm]Without bending a bo[A]ugh underfoot
O it [C]breaks my heart; I don't
[G]know how they do't
So don't ask me!

[Verse 4]
An[D]d as for my in[G]flam[A]matory [D]writ?
Well I wrote it and I was [G]not
in[A]flamed one [D]bit
Advice from [G]the master
derailed that disaster
He said [Bm]"Hand that pen over to me,
poetaster!"
While [G]across the great plains,
keening lovely [Bm]& awful
Ululate the lost Great American Novels
An [D]unlawful lot, left to [G]stutter and [A]freeze,
[D]floodlit
(But at least they didn't [C]run,
to their [G]undying cred[A]it)
[D][G][D][A][D]