Joy 4

C/B7/Am/Em/G/D

We’re the fever, we’re the balm
We’re the limerick and the psalm
We’re the yeast and the rising bread
We’re the quick who’ll soon be dead

Hello melancholy, hello joy

We’re the praise, we’re the fault
The proclamation and the vault
We’re the chapter, verse and book
In way deep, sinker, line and hook

Hello melancholy, hello joy
Hello melancholy, hello joy

We’re the silk, my love, we’re the grit
We come up roses, we’re the shit
We’re the particle and the wave
We just don’t know how to behave

Hello melancholy, hello joy
Hello melancholy, hello joy

We like it slow but we’re short of time
We got no reason but we got the rhyme
We’re the gossip here and there
A total cliché, darlin’, but I don’t care

Hello melancholy, hello joy
Hello melancholy, hello joy

My dear melancholy, my sweet joy

We’re the praise, we’re the blame

We’re the chapter and the verse
Every blessing holds a curse/
Inside our blessing lurks a curse
Inside our blessing lurks a curse

The dearest freshness deep down things
Bides the winter, brings the spring

We’re the peaches, baby, and the cream
We’re the stuffing and the seam

We’re the secret and the shout
Full of confidence, racked with doubt

We’re the freeway and the lane
We’re the spillage and the stain

We’ve been dreaming wide awake

We got the yeast, we got the dough
We got the ebb like Tom says,  we got the flow

Let them talk of you and me
 “No way,” they say, “they shouldn’t be!”
You’re a wonder, I’m in thrall
Come, my love, now, fuck them all!

We’re the sizzle and the steak
In a dream and wide awake

Silk /grit
Particle wave