Chatterboxes - Deerhoof

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