Chatterboxes

In pencil lines of ages past, Idea maps were being drawn Over the world. Story time 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. --- Chatterboxes - Deerhoof