Yarn And Glue lyrics - Joanna Newsom
Do you know what this is, son? This is the Panopticon And all around us blink the brash And shifty eyes of common cash So do we die or do we travel Down the path by which one dabbles In the arts of antediluvian crafts With yarn and glue? So gather twilight to your breast And couch the rabble-rouser's nest And we will take a day of rest And we will all be heaven-blessed And we will gather round to dine And pass the time with wicked rhymes And toast in dandelion wines To hear their mellifluous chimes We toast the fallow furrows that we sow, And we toast the monies that we owe, owe, owe And we toast the creditors we daily face Who topple down with gruesome grace And we toast the aristocrats with blood of blue 'Cause we know that our collars are that color, too And we toast the artisans of antediluvian crafts With yarn and glue We do, we do