Joanna Newsom....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,we toast the monies
that we owe, oh, oh,we toast the creditors
we daily face who topple down with gruesome grace
And we toast the aristocrats with blood of blue
Because we know our collars are that colour too
And we toast the artisans of antediluvian crafts
With yarn and glue....