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 vessel.

Fill your holds with the sound

Of daughters and sons

Wagging their tongues.

Written down in ink so clear,

Voices of a yesteryear.

Dreams are whispered in an ear.