From “Clam, Crab, Cockle, Cowrie” - Joanna Newsom

That means no

Where I come from
I am cold, out waiting for the day to come

I chew my lips
And I scratch my nose
Feels so good to be a rose…

Oh morning
Without warning
Like a hole
Oh, and I watch you go

There are some mornings when the sky looks like a road
There are some dragons who were built to have and hold
And some machines are dropped from great heights lovingly
And some great bellies ache with many bumblebees
And they sting so terribly

I do as I please
Now I’m on my knees
Your skin is something that I stir into my tea
And I am watching you 
And you are starry, starry, starry…

Waltzing with the open sea
Clam, crab, cockle, cowrie
Will you just look at me.