[Intro: Sufjan Stevens]
Well, I want to be well, I want to be well, I want to be well
I want to be well, I want to be well, I want to be well, I want to be well
I want to be well, I want to be well, I want to be well, I want to be well
I want to be well, I want to be well, I want to be well, I want to be well
I want to be well, I want to be well, I want to be well, I want to be well
I want to be well, I want to be wеll, I want to be well, I want to be wеll
I'm not - around

[Verse 1: Roots Manuva]
Snatch a piece of my wonderin', distant-far like yonderin'
Skin of my tooth like, skin of my boot like
Fly in my soup like, "Where's the waitress?"
Can I take this? Really, can I finish this?
These airs and all these graces
It's my mistake, I'll make it
J-dub to the boom, now make it
Bounce, wiggle, bounce, wiggle, shakin' all them bangs out
Chemical cutthroats, bound to blow the brain out
Cut to the brain, this ain't no game
I'll show no shame, I'll birth this blame
I'm twisted Cain, I'll twist again
I'll push the blade, as plain as day
Known to what these sayers say, known to what these doers do
It's you and who and you-know-where, we's about to take it there
We's about to make it clear, we happy on we lonesome
The long jump, the beat heart, it's start to finish
Ten spoons of spinach, the soul and the spillage
The cup that runneth over, return of the ogre!
[Verse 2: Joanna Newsom]
The bridle bends in idle hands
And slows your canter to a trot
We mean to stop, in increments, but can’t commit
We post and sit, in impotence:
The harder you hit, the deeper the dent
We seek our name
We seek our fame, and our credentials
Paned in glass, trained to master incidentals
Bleach our collar, leach our dollar from our cents:
The longer you live, the higher the rent

[Instrumental Break]

[Yannis Philippakis]
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Ba-ba-da, ba-ba-da, ba-ba-da, ba-ba

[Verse 3: Joanna Newsom]
In December of that year
The word came down that she was here
The days grew shorter
I was sure, if she came 'round
I’d hold my ground. I'd endure
But they'd alluded to a change
That came to pass
And Spring, deranged
Weeping grass and sleepless
Broke herself upon my windowglass
And I could barely breathe, for seeing
All the splintered light that leaked her fissures
Fleeing, launched in flight:
Unstaunched daylight, brightly bleeding
Bleached the night with dawn, deleting
[Instrumental Outro]