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Bjork歌词——LIFE'S TOO GOOD (1988) |
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TRAITOR
my punctuality is well known, when the revolution takes place i'll be shot as a traitor. when the sun rises, i will not see, i regret nothing, it was worth it, going through life without a timepiece did pay off. my reward to be free and alone even now at the pillar, blindfold at sunrise, hearing the drums of catalan beating my time away, my heartbeat keeps time with the drums. but soon my only pulse will fade away, i smile just knowing when the sun rises i will not see.
MOTORCRASH riding on my bicycle i saw a motorcrash, a proper motorcrash and lots of spectators. I rushed to the centre saw the injured parents, cuts on the children, an awful motorcrash. dangerous terribly bloody motorcrash, destructive motorcrash. took the mother, sneaked with her secretly all the way to my home, and nursed her gently put on her bandages, gave her milk and biscuits, she sighed pleasantly after this awful motorcrash. that girl on that bicycle showed great interest in all the motorcrashes in the neighbourhood, she look quite innocent, but believe you me i know what innocence looks like and it wasn't there, after she got that bicycle. then we disguised ourselves, took a taxi to her home, when her husband opened the door she introduced her-self, he said "where have you been all this time?"
BIRTHDAY she lives in this house over there, has her world outside it. grapples with the earth with her fingers and her mouth--she's five years old. thread worms on a string, keeps spiders in her pocket, collects fly-wings in a jar scrubs horse flies and pinches them on a line. she's got one friend he lives next door, they listen to the weather, he knows how many freckles she's got, she scratches his beard. she's painting huge books, glues them together, they saw a big raven; it glided down the sky--she touched it. today's a birth-dat--they're sucking cigars, he got a chain of flowers, sows a bird in her knickers, they're sucking cigars, lie in the bathtub, chain of flowers.
DELICIOUS DEMON one person calls someone to pour the water, because it takes two to pour the water, to plough takes two as well, but only one to hold up the sky. one plays the harp, beats a rock with a stick, becomes a priest at least, a delicious demon. two men need one money one money needs no man, one is on ones knees, loses ones head, except maybe a delicious demon, then one is no longer, so delicious!
MAMA i saw a woman walking down my street, with grace so beautifully care-fully. she's a big and pretty mother swinging her handbag back and forth so joyfully she's drawing circles with her breasts in her jumper. give me a big mother, huge and loving one, i can crawl upon a cling to, a large woman, warm and cuddly wet lady, strong mother. she's walking down the street, in front of my window whistling funky tunes in the ears of my neighbours. give me a big mother, one that would always want me. hot embracing mother, i can crawl upon and cling to you can't be safer can't be more secure than with a breast in each palm, thats the way i was born and thats the way i want to die. give me a big mother, soft and wet one, that would caress me in all those special places. where's a strong mother, one that squeezes me, one i can crawl upon and cling to?
BLUE EYED POP this blue eyed pop it's just fabulous to go twisting, boogie-ing, in beat with the thousand pound snare sound, after boogieing we all crave for a hot dog splashed with noise, queue and spew then back home to our love nest, need i say more. oh! this blue eye pop is just pure ecstasy. this is too much fun, everyone is so close to laughing, this kind of joy won't last, something wonderful is about to happen. i feel perfectly ready don't know yet what it is, i will look here inside this disco, this is so hot hot, we melt together like tigers and we are dancing together.
DEUS deus does not exist. but if he does, he lives in the sky above me, in the fattest largest cloud up there. he is whiter than white and cleaner than clean. he wants to reach me. deus does not exist. but if he does i always notice him. getting ready in his airy room. he is picking his gloves so gently off. he wants to touch me. i'm walking humbly down a tiny street. pulling my collar it gets bigger. i once met him. it really surprised me. he put me in a bath tub. made me squeeky clean. really clean. to create a universe you must taste the forbidden fruit. he said hi. i said hi. i was still clean. deus does not exist. but if he does he'd want to get down from that cloud. first marzipan fingers than marble hands. more silent than silence and slower than slow. diving towards me. my collar is huge room for two hands, they start at the chest and move slowly down. i thought i had seen everything. he wasn't white and fluffy. he just had sideburns. he just had sideburns. and a quiff. he said hi. i said hi. i was still clean. i was squeeky clean. i was surprised. just as you would be. deus deus. he does not exist. deus deus.
SICK FOR TOYS this girl i know she's sick for toys. she needs a brand new toy she's tired of her old toys. she's got a big house full of old toys what can she do? she disposes of her old toys and in a small garden she finds a small boy. she smiles, she's happy she found her new toy a small boy. she uses the new toy to watch her comb her hair, day in day out, night in night out. in the end she fell asleep exhausted, the boy cut off all of her hair, she was bald, she might not now bee sick for toys...
F***ING INRHYTHM AND SORROW a divorced lady arrives home from a bar, guess what she sees? there is a naked person in my flat he's got a weird expression on his face! oh my god and jesus as well, what are you doing here, are you hurting your chest, offending yourself, forcing yourself into pain like there is no tommorow? you should use the pain and sorrow to fill you up with power, life's both sweet and sour. he looks at me hopeless with tears in his eyes, goes out of the window and up on the roof. naked man calm down, i'll give you some strawberry cake, don't act like there is no tomorrow, life's bothsweet and sour. tak'i takt & trega. ja! |
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