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BJÖRK - VESPERTINE
aurora
threading the glacier head
looking hard for moments of shine
from twilight to twilight
heading for the sublime
aurora goddess sparkle
shoot me beyond this suffer
the need is great
aurora
aurora goddess sparkle
a mountain shadow
suggests your shape
i fill my mouth with snow
the way it melts
i wish to melt before you
aurora goddess sparkle :
spark the sun off
spark the sun ofF
hidden† place
through the warmthest cord of care
your love was sent to me
†I'm not sure what to do with it
or where to put it
i'm so close to tears
and so close to
simply calling you up
and simply suggesting
†
we go to that hidden place ?
†now, i have been slightly shy
†but i can smell a pinch of hope
to almost have allowed once fingers
to stroke
the fingers i was given to touch with
but careful careful
there lies my passion hidden
there lies my love
i'll hide it under a blanket
lull it to sleep
i'll keep it in a hidden place ?
he's the beautifullest, fragilest, still strong
dark and divine
and the littleness of his movements
hides himself
he invents a charm that makes him invisible
hides in the hair
can i hide there too ?
hide in the hair of him
seek solice
sanctuary
in that hidden place ?
coccoon
† who would have known that a boy like him
would have entered me lightly restoring † my blisses
† who would have known that a boy like him
after sharing my core would stay going nowhere
† who would have known a beauty this immense
† who would have known a saintly trance
† who would have known :
miraculous breath inhales a beard loaded with courage
† who would have known that a boy like him
possessed of magical sensitivity
† would approach a girl like me
who carresses, cradles his head in her bosom
† he slides inside
† half awake half asleep
† we faint back into sleephood
† when i wake up
the second time
in his arms : gorgeousness : he's still inside me !!!!
....?... who would have known ...?....†
† a train of pearls, cabin by cabin
is shot precisely across an ocean
† from a mouth ...
from a mouth ...
from a mouth of a girl like me
to a boy ... to a boy ... to a boy
it's not up to you
i wake up
and the day feels broken
i tilt my head
try to get an angle
the evening i've always longed for
it could still happen
how do i master
the perfect day
six glasses of water
seven phonecalls
if you leave it alone it might just happen
anyway
it's not up to you
well it never really was...
if you wake up
and your day feels broken
just lean into the crack
and it will tremble ever so nicely
notice how it sparkles down there
i can decide what i give
but it's not up to me
what i get given
unthinkable surprises about to happen
but what they are
it's not up to you
well it never really was...
there is too much clinging to peak
there is too much pressure
an echo a stain
she touched my arm and smiled
one of these days soon
very soon
love you til then love you til then
feel my breath on your neck
and your heart will race
don't say no to me
you can't say no to me
i won't see you† denied
i'm sorry you saw that
i m sorry he did it
an echo
a stain ...
a stain ...
i can't say no to you
say nothing
freefalling
complete
undo
it's not meant to be a strife
it's not meant to be a struggle uphill
you're trying too hard
surrender
give yourself in
you're trying too hard
it's not meant to be a strife
it's not meant to be a struggle uphill
it's warmer now
lean into it
unfold in a generous way
surrender
it's not meant to be a strife
it's not meant to be a struggle uphill
i'm praying
to be
in a generous mode
the kindness kind
to share me
quietly ecstatic
it's not meant to be a strife
it's not meant to be a struggle uphill
undo††††† if you're bleeding††††††† undo
if you're sweating†††††††
undo†††† if you're crying††††††††† undo
undo
generous palmstroke
i am strong in his hands
i am beyond me
on my own i'm human
and i do faults
i do confess
i feel you trickling
down my shoulders
from above
i turn myself in
i give myself up
volunteer
you own me i'm yours
you have to trust
i'm eternally yours
all that i gave them
i gave to you
so needy of comfort
too raw to be embraced
undo this privacy
and put me in my place
a generous palmstroke
the hugest of hugs
undo this privacy
embrace (me)
i am strong in his hands
i am beyond me
on my own i'm human
and i do faults
harm of will
if there's a troubador washing
it is he
if there's a man about town
it is he
it there's one to be sought
it is he
if there are nine shes
they are bought for me
this way is as is she
and he placed her unclothed longlegged
on top of the family tree
and if he has chosen the point while she is under him
then leave her coily placed crouched sucking him
for it is i
with her on knee
i leave her without pith or feel
and leave her be
leave it be for he controls what there'll be
he makes his face known to none
for if he is seen then all will
and all will know
know me
pagan poetry
pedalling through the dark currents
i find an accurate copy
a blueprint
of the pleasure in me
swirling black lilies totally ripe
he offers a handshake
crooked five fingers
form a pattern
yet to be matched
swirling black lilies totally ripe
a secret code carved
in a palm of fingers
form a pattern
yet to be matched
swirling black lilies totally ripe
morsecoding signals
pulsate
wake me up
from hibernate
on the surface simplicity
but the darkest pit in me
is pagan poetry
pagan poetry
sun in my mouth
i will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
i will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air alive
with closed eyes
to dash against darkness in the sleeping curves of my body
i shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of seagulls
will i complete the mystery of my flesh
heirloom
i have a recurrent dream
every time i loose my voice
i swallow little glowing lights
my mother and son baked for me
during the night
they do a trapeze walk
until they're in the sky
right above my bed
while i'm asleep
my mother and son pour into me
warm glowing oil
into my wide open throat
i have a recurrent dream
every time i feel a hoarseness
i swallow warm glowing lights
my mother and son baked for me
they make me feel better
they make me feel better
we have a recurrent dream
everytime we loose our voices
we dream we swallow little lights
our mother and sons bake for us
during the night
they do a little trapeze walk
until they're in the sky
right above our heads
while we're asleep
our mothers and sons pour into us
warm glowing oil
into our wide open throats
i have a recurrent dream ...
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