The Fiery Furnaces - Whistle Rhapsody lyrics

Whistle rhapsody The isolated lady An isolated old lady A dignified dame who keeps her own counsel In love with the out-of-the-way Identifying with the unfamiliar Contemptuously turns her back on the wicked world With its vulgar delusions and correspondingly Scorns its regard Our lady alone With her scarf over her head And her pricey purse over her shoulder strap Wonders up at the heavens And for yesterday yearns The days of old Often, she surrounds herself with Like-minded bluestockings And together they regret the dear beloved Simple folk struggle with their own confused Concerns, still