1.Psalm 323
Watch....how he docks and wings away from satellites
Stretches.....come, head south
Spreading out
Growing, growing
I'm growing longer
So fingertips touches the glittering skies
And the toes are in the math
Toes are in the math
Himself
Every stab
Every stand
Everyone
He is gone
I am gone
Everyone is gone
Listen to the connection above the sky
And connected down under
Himself
Every stab
Every field
Every farm
He is gone
I am gone
Everyone is....
Everyone is gone
2.A Mutual Thrill
Iggðu mig niður tekur s璯a þr？hug s璯 mikið 嫢t ？þ璯 æva sigjan dö,
þau sakna þ璯 sigjan dö, þau sakna þ璯 ？sj？liggðu mig niður ？að 嶲
tek s璯um gr？(kjöt) hug s璯 miki
Eth; 嫢t ？þ璯
æva sigjan dö, þau sakna þ璯 sigjan dö, og þau, og sigjan dö, og
þau sigjan ＃
3.Copy Thy Neighbour
Einar：
I need the flowers....
I need....
Bjork ：
I notice this sound
Let it come from my radio forget
Something comes to me
Moving me....and how he strokes
His hand reaches, tie us
Or with the eyes
When you think....he imitates
I'm watching through the carden of my eyes
I'm single having my opinions
Even fuck with them.....so i invited：
＂come on, you can just swim after me
I'll show you the flowers＂
But he follows....he imitates
Einar ： i need the flowers
Bjork ：
All the flowers....
And all for....all for
Einar ： i need the flowers
Bjork ：
Step the constant following
I get rid of....
He's elipsing on my energy
＂go off me!
You can just swim by yourself
You can find your own flowers＂
Einar ： i need the flowers
Bjork ：
He imitates
And all for....
He ask all....
For these fucking gloves to follow
The flowers....
You can see it
It's so obvious
You must be someone else
You must be someone other than i am
You must have other needs....other opinions
Einar ： i need the flowers
Bjork ：
He follows, he imitates
And all for, all for
Einar ： i need flowers
Bjork ： it's the flowers
4.Just By The Book
Einar：
The man on the cross
He stares at me
He's, he's on the cross
Because i'm....hooked on our sins
Our sins, my sins
I'm told, it's my sins
I've got nothing to do with it
And he, he keeps....he keeps....he keeps
The man on the cross
He keeps staring at me
The man on the cross
He keeps staring at me
I try to face
I try to face
The man, the man on the cross
He keeps....he keeps....he - stop
Bjork ：
See, i'm quite happy now
See, i'm quite happy
I feel fulfilled
I know what i want, see
I got this certain direction, see
I just follow
I got to know this
Oh, this great guy, see
I, i just do as he tells me
Oh, i'm scared
I believe
I believe
I'll do anything
Just ask
I believe
Einar ：
We are, we are the cross
Staring at our souls
We are, we are the cross
Because of all those hungry, hungry
Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy stare
Follow
They greet us,
Put us on the cross
Has put us on the cross
The greed, up we hang there
We hang there, we die
We're just hanging floppy
We dont even need no mirror to see
That we are hanging,
We're hanging on the cross
We are on the cross
We are ...we are....on the cross
Bjork ：
Oh i'm in this relationship now
See, we intend, we work together
I do the dirty work for him
One and one, speech your soul
Quite good, you see
He's still busy
He's still busy,
He's hanging on the cross all the time
See, i believe and i'm willing to
I'm willing to convince everyone
I believe
Come on follow us
It's quite good
You don't have to think
He thinks for you, you just follow
Oh, i believe....
I believe....
Oh, i believe....
Einar ：
We are on the cross
We are on the cross together
Our minds
And our souls
We are on the cross because of them
I believe
Bjork ： oh i believe
5.Zro
Speaker
[ d嶨inition qui bien que formul？en terme g幯廨aux
Nous semble vis？d'abords d'une mani鋨e tr鋊 particuli鋨e
Et donc toute proph彋ique l'oeuvre d'arthur rimbaud.
La po廥ie est le r嶪l absolue ]
Just a scene have left me behind
With broken fingers
To show me
The z(e)ro is mine
Happy girl
In the beginning
Building a spire
All around me
They fight
And tired
Dance as star
Ohh
Obvious
Speaker
[ il est retrouv？quoi
Il y a habit？]
6.Latent
Bjork：
He invites me
Oh , he invites me inside....inside his room
Offers....i take the offer
Offers me a seat on your sofa？
It's a nice sofa
A beautiful sofa
I like the color
And i sit down
Well, he shuts
He's shutting the door
He shuts the door
Locks it
He's locking it and i don't sit any longer
I don't sit any longer on his sofa
I lay....i lay
And he!
He is lying on the top of me
And he's forcing himself into my body
It's no fun!
Ohh!!
Ohh!!
I don't understand this rhythm
I don't understand this rhythm
I cant connect myself to it
I don't understand this rhythm
So, stop! turn slow
Ooohhh!!
Einar ：
The threat of distraction
Let's go slow so fear
Push us over the cliff
And out of the way
'cause the threat of castration
Is too much for the sick little minds
The threat of castration
Lets them who fear
Cold the willies inside the trousers
And they see her
Christ and god
Aren't fucking that day
Weren't caught with our trousers down
Their fear
Leaves them sexless
A glance
I did not know that
The monster
Of the fear of castration
Push us of the cliff
The scare, the glance
Bjork ：
I'm enjoying it
Can i fulfill your needs？
Einar ：
The monster
They've got something
It disappears
Bjork ：
Ohh!
Ohh!
Who am i sobbing？
I'm digging you!
Einar ：
The threat of castration
Lets not go so fear
Push us over the cliff
And out of the way
The blood
Bjork ：
You can sell your bloody soul
Einar ：
The fear of castration...
Bjork ：
Oh you're selling
Who are you selling？
You can sell your bloody soul!
I'm digging!
I'm digging!
I'm trying to break you!
I'm trying!
I'm trying too hard!
7.Vials Of Wrath
Bj顤k
You're biting....
Einar
You're so right....
Bj顤k
Oh, you're biting
Einar
....so precise
You are so well
Bj顤k
Taking care of your independence....
Einar
The others are just stupid
Bj顤k
....by biting....
Einar
Moron
Criticising the others or watching tv....
Bj顤k
....bite....
Einar
....for working
Bj顤k
....bite....
Einar
Pushing them too far
Bj顤k
You long for unhealed wounds
But you could strike your voice in deep in down
Einar
Stop....stop
Bj顤k
You're biting....
Einar
So conscious....
Bj顤k
Oh, you're biting
Einar
So right
So precise
You are so well
Bj顤k
Taking care of your independence....
Einar
The others are just stupid
Bj顤k
....by biting....
Einar
You know i don't
Bj顤k
Everything i done for
Einar
The others are just stupid, ignorant bastards
Bj顤k
You just bite
You just long for unhealed wounds
Einar
Criticising the others for watching tv....
Bj顤k
You just long for unhealed wounds
Einar
....for working
Bj顤k
You could strike your voice in deep in down
Einar
You wrong kind, you wrong people
Bj顤k
Just you nice, please
You could take with you in the family
What you want to like
Einar
You're so right
Your mind is like venom
Your mind is like venom
Bj顤k
Just biting
Everything which come too close
Einar
You don't want a tv,
It's so synthetic
What would you like to do, huh？
Eating in a silly restaurant
Is it the way you want？
You got a choice haven't you？
Bj顤k
Like all my touches
I tumble
And you can't continue....
Einar
Your'e free
Oh, you're so free
Bj顤k
....no....
Einar
You're so right, so precise
Bj顤k
....just bite....
Einar
You are....
Your mind is like venom
And me？
I'm just a good trumpet-player
Bj顤k
Biting your way through
Gnawing every string that you can
You could actually do others
Anything that could respect you
Just biting....biting....
Einar
All the others are just bastards
You're free, aren't ya
Bj顤k
....just biting....
Einar
Right....you are
Bastards
Right....you are
You're free, aren't ya
You're so bright, so precise
Bj顤k
Just biting....biting....
Einar
So right, so precise
Bj顤k
....biting
Einar
You're so right
Bj顤k
Do you alone
Einar
I just play the trumpet
Bj顤k
No independence
Einar
So conscious, so right
Bj顤k
....biting....
Einar
So precise
You are
8.The Night
Speaker
[ on behalf of icelandair captain and crew
We hope you had a nice flight,
We thank you for your nice company.
Goodbye. ]
Bj顤k
Fish!
In water
Heading out
Skin, purple skin
Even
Ton, heart, cry bluish
Soothing water
Sand, red sand
Offers fish
Golden be
But water, blue water
Paints truth with passive peace
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