This is a song by Joanna Newsom. I slept all day. I woke with distaste. And I railed. And I railed at the difference between. The sprout and the beam. It is a golden ring. It is a twisted string. And you can ask the counselor. And you can ask the king. And they'll say the same thing. And it's a funny thing. Should we go outside? Should we go outside? Should we break some bread? Are you depressed? I slept all day. And as I said. I slept as though dead. Dreaming seamless dreams. Of land. When you go away. I am big, bold and fake. In the dust of the day. And in the dirt of the day. And the danger, danger drawing near them was a bride. Vowed and the danger, danger drawing near them was a bride. Mode and the water, water running clear beneath the white. Throwed in the hollow pattern of the talking of the tadpoles who know that side. Should we go outside? Should we break some bread? Are you depressed? I think this is a lie. Holding the phone hard will fall apart with another. She's like blue light. But here A Action