lyrics as sung on The Milk-Eyed Mender
Sadie, white coat,
you carry me home.
And bury this bone,
and take this pine-cone.
Bury this bone to gnaw on it later;
gnawing on the telephone, and
'Till then, we pray & suspend
the notion that these lives do never end.
And all day long we talk about mercy:
lead me to water lord, I sure am thirsty
Down in the ditch where I nearly served you
up in the clouds where he almost heard you
And all that we built
and all that we breathed,
and all that we spilt, or pulled up like weeds
is piled up in back;
and it burns irrevocably.
(and we spoke up in turns,
'till the silence crept over me)
And bless you and I deeply do
no longer resolute, and I call to you
But the water got so cold,
and you do lose
what you don't hold.
This is an old song, these are old blues.
This is not my tune, but it's mine to use.
And the seabirds where the fear once grew
will flock with a fury,
and they will bury what'd come for you.
And down where I darn with the milk-eyed mender
you and I, and a love so tender,
stretched-on a hoop where I stitch-this adage:
"Bless our house and its heart so savage."
And all that I want, and all that I need,
and all that I got is scattered like seed.
And all that I knew is moving away from me.
(and all that I know is blowing
And the mealy worms
in the brine will burn
in the salty pyre,
among the fauns and ferns.
And the love we hold,
and the love we spurn,
will never grow cold
And I'll tell you tomorrow.
Sadie, go on home now.
And bless those who sicken below;
and bless us who have chosen so.
And all that I got
and all that I need
I tie in a knot
and I lay at your feet.
And I have not forgot,
but a silence crept over me.
(So dig up your bone,
exhume your pine-cone, my Sadie)
Joanna explains this song in the Tiny Mix Tapes interview.