作曲 : 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 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.