Whistle Rhapsody Lyrics - The Fiery Furnaces

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