The Fiery Furnaces Whistle Rhapsody Letras:
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
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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

But she puts her pity on pause
And withdrawn from the delicate
And uncorrupted by the crude
She resigns even her/ own
Designs-
Then all at once
Brings in a breath
Purses her purple
Her honey-black lips
And lets loose a high
And round and resonant
And glad and grave
And westward, whistle
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