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+<p>Malina&rsquo;s story following Monkey and Bear:</p>
+<div class="verse">Track 2 On
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+Monkey &amp; Bear
+Joanna Newsom
+Through two anthropomorphic characters, Newsom tells an origin story of the constellation Ursa Major, or “Great Bear”.
+
+Produced by
+Van Dyke Parks &amp; Joanna Newsom
+
+Release Date
+November 6, 2006
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+Down in the green hay
+Where monkey and bear usually lay
+They woke from a stable-boy’s cry
+He said: “someone come quick —
+The horses got loose, got grass-sick —
+They’ll founder! Fain, they’ll die.”
+
+What is now known by the sorrel and the roan?
+By the chestnut, and the bay, and the gelding grey?
+It is: stay by the gate you are given
+Remain in your place, for your season
+O, had the overfed dead but listened
+To that high-fence, horse-sense, wisdom…
+
+But
+“Did you hear that, Bear?” said
+Monkey, “we’ll get out of here, fair and square
+They&rsquo;ve left the gate open wide!
+
+“So, my bride
+
+“Here is my hand. Where is your paw?
+Try and understand my plan, Ursula
+My heart is a furnace
+Full of love that is just, and earnest
+Now you know that we must unlearn this
+Allegiance to a life of service
+And no longer answer to that heartless
+Hay-monger, nor be his accomplice —
+(that charlatan, with artless hustling!)
+But Ursula, we’ve got to eat something
+And earn our keep, while still within
+The borders of the land that man has girded
+(all double-bolted and tightfisted!)
+Until we reach the open country
+A-steeped in milk and honey
+Will you keep your fancy clothes on, for me?
+Can you bear a little longer to wear that leash?
+“My love, I swear by the air I breathe:
+Sooner or later, you’ll bare your teeth
+
+“But for now, just dance, darling
+C’mon, will you dance, my darling?
+Darling, there’s a place for us;
+Can we go, before I turn to dust?
+Darling there’s a place for us
+
+“Darling. C&rsquo;mon will you dance
+My darling?
+The hills are groaning with excess
+Like a table ceaselessly being set
+O my darling, we will get there yet”
+
+They trooped past the guards
+Past the coops, and the fields, and the
+Farmyards, all night, till finally
+
+The space they gained
+Grew much farther than
+The stone that Bear threw
+To mark where they’d stop for tea
+
+But
+“Walk a little faster
+Don’t look backwards —
+“your feast is to the East, which lies a little past the pasture
+
+“When the blackbirds hear tea whistling they rise and clap
+Their applause caws the kettle black
+And we can’t have none of that!
+Move along, Bear; there, there; that’s that.”
+
+(Though cast in plaster
+Our Ursala’s heart beat faster
+Than monkey’s ever will.)
+
+But still
+They have got to pay the bills
+Hadn’t they?
+That is what the monkey would say
+So, with the courage of a clown, or a cur
+Or a kite, jerking tight at its tether
+In her dun-brown gown of fur
+And her jerkin of
+Swansdown and leather
+Bear would sway on her hind legs;
+The organ would grind dregs of song
+For the pleasure
+Of the children who’d shriek
+Throwing coins at her feet
+Then recoiling in terror
+Sing, “dance, darling
+C&rsquo;mon, will you dance, my darling?
+Darling, there’s a place for us;
+Can we go, before I turn to dust?
+Oh, my darling there’s a place for us
+
+“Darling
+C&rsquo;mon, will you dance, my darling?
+Keep your eyes fixed on the highest hill
+Where you’ll ever-after eat your fill
+O my darling…dear…mine…if you dance
+Dance, darling: and I&rsquo;ll love you still.”
+
+Deep in the night
+Shone a weak and miserly light
+Where the monkey shouldered his lamp
+Someone had told him the
+Bear&rsquo;d been wandering a fair piece away
+From where they were camped
+Someone had told him
+The bear had been sneaking away
+To the seaside caverns, to bathe;
+And the thought troubled the monkey
+For he was afraid of spelunking
+Down in those caves
+And also afraid what the
+Village people would say
+If they saw the bear in that state —
+Lolling and splashing obscenely
+Well, it seemed irrational, really
+Washing that face;
+Washing that matted and flea-bit pelt
+In some sea-spit-shine —
+Old kelp dripping with brine
+But monkey just laughed, and he muttered
+“When she comes back, Ursula will be bursting with pride —
+Till I jump up!
+Saying, ‘You&rsquo;ve been rolling in muck!
+Saying, ‘You smell of garbage and grime!’”
+
+But far out, far out
+By now, by now —
+Far out, by now, Bear ploughed
+Because she would not drown:
+
+First the outside-legs of the bear
+Up and fell down, in the water, like knobby garters
+Then the outside-arms of the bear
+Fell off, as easy as if sloughed
+From boiled tomatoes
+Low’red in a genteel curtsy
+Bear shed the mantle of her
+Diluvian shoulders;
+And, with a sigh
+She allowed the burden of belly to drop
+Like an apron full of boulders
+
+If you could hold up her
+Threadbare coat to the light
+Where it’s worn translucent in places
+You’d see spots where
+Almost every night of the year
+Bear had been mending
+Suspending that baseness
+Now her coat drags through the water
+Bagging, with a life’s-worth of hunger
+Limitless minnows;
+In the magnetic embrace
+Balletic and glacial
+Of bear’s insatiable shadow —
+
+Left there! Left there!
+When bear left bear;
+Left there, left there
+When bear stepped clear of bear
+
+(Sooner or later you&rsquo;ll bury your teeth)</div>
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