I Am Always Trying To Write.

Lyrics Are Very Different. There Is A Clear Line Between That And A Poem. Something That Has Been A Source Of Great Excitement And Delight For Me Is This Idea That I Get To Rhyme.

And A Thimble's Worth Of Milky Moon Can Touch Hearts Larger Than A Thimble.

Families Of Privilege And Money Would Have Harps In Their Parlors, And Their Cultured Daughters Would Learn To Play. It's Got Such A Strange History. But That Wasn't The Context That I Learned It In, So The Inherent Friction Between That History And The More Humanist Folk-y History Wasn't In My Conscience At All.

I Didn't Really Know A Lot Of The History When I Was Younger. I Didn't Realize That The Harp Is Coded In Such A Specific Way In Musical Circles. It's Kind Of This Society Instrument Because Of Its History As A Young Woman's Parlor Instrument.

What A Woman Does Is Open Doors. And It Is Not A Question Of Locking Or Unlocking.