Deerhoof
Chatterboxes
In pencil lines of ages past,
Idea maps were being drawn Over the world. Storytime in your wildest mind. What a wonderful. Magic animal. Mother to child. Singing a long song. Set sail, seaworthy vessels. Fill your holds with the sounds
Of daughters and sons
Wagging their tongues. Written down in ink so clear, Voices of a yesteryear. Dreams are whispered in an ear.
From Letras Mania