While the river was twisting and braiding, the bait bobbed
And the string sobbed, as it cut through the hustling breeze
And I watched how the water was kneading so neatly
Gone treacly
Nearly slowed to a stop in this heat
in a frenzy coiling flush along the muscles beneath

Joanna Newsom - Only Skin


Joanna Newsom’s lyrics are just stunning. Beautiful, rich poetry.