Deerhoof - Chatterboxes Lyrics
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 soundsOf daughters and sonsWagging their tongues. Written down in ink so clear, Voices of a yesteryear. Dreams are whispered in an ear.