Тексты песен «Jenny Hval»

First step shine like a silver fox Then light as feathers from a phoenix swing That falls to the ground that I... with quick... It's so... you warm my back 'cause I try to leave this town behind There are fox fur and...

In my dream, you are slippery My interest grows immediately You have seaweed between your fingers, lips and limbs Amphibious, androgynous Amphibious Ninety-eight percent water I try to write love songs But my words...

Self-doubt, it's what I do. This music, this sound, this voice and these words. All that carry "me", it's not writing nor music, fuck, it's certainly not "art." When the boundaries seem unclear we...

I woke and found outside my door A black lake rippling against the hand Its tongues lick the flesh from my bones And replace skin with waves A bulging eye I called into the black lake and dove head Over heels into the...

I carefully rearranged my senses So they could have a conversation Taught them to switch places; From each pore in my skin grew shimmering eyes! And fingerprints filled the eye sockets From the ears grew two tongues...

[Verse 1] And sometimes I dream you've left me And I'm so lost I wake up high High on madness A sexual holding pattern Stuck in erotic self-oscillation This landmine of a heart The only one I've ever had I've ever had...

Me by your eye Me by your hand Me by the manosphere Me in your private time Me by ankle Me where no one is watching you Me in your very own right Me by your very own boner Where do you think I'm hiding? Me by your hand...

I arrived in town With an electric toothbrush Pressed against my clitoris After a few weeks I run out of batteries Humming silently between my lips I am the engine now I learned how to make that humming sound Together...

Transient, restless I'm not there, or not there yet But if I'm coming I must be hollow enough I follow the body, I mustn't rest When I'm near you become someone else I'm so tired of subjectivity I must justify my...

I need a song now But there is no sound Give me that sound I have a mouth And I want to sing like a face that is split open I want to sing like a continuous echo of splitting hymens I have a mouth and it opens It...

Golden locks Dripping, melting out of me Golden showers The waste products of the body: Hair and fingernail We sit in a worn tea room drinking worn tea Chipped China, chipped China “You just need to get laid” He says...

O, Heaven, O, Heaven, the next Queens-bound train is two stations away. From Tvedestrand, my white gown that curls around the harbour fetal-style. I never was a girly girl, forgive me! From the very back of the church...

When I went to America I found myself to be not myself. I could not align with the landscape. It reminded me, my body, of being newborn. I understand why people want to be reborn, I understand why people speak in...

How gentle to go swimming Inside her secret swimming And breathe with secret gills Through thick-shake water a set of oars Rippling the water Pass her on to me, pass her on to me To me Inside a secret tomb Therein...

I called you, but only in my mind What I really did was to Undress not the body but me and you Word by word til we almost touched I wanted to say everything But instead I gave up writing I gave up sublimation I gave up...

My word is woman I guess I burn I dreamed I was a real boy I got no strings I take in my mouth! I place it on my tongue and whirled around I made new words, words that I can use What do you mean you don't understand?...

What am I doing here? We're almost done now. What are you doing here? Are we communicating? Am I promoting? I want to tell you something There should be something I could tell you, there should be something I could do...

That night, I watched people fucking on my computer Nobody can see me looking anyway It's late And everything turns into a kind of dirty My skin starts breaking like LCD I feel a desire One I don't know, one I don't...

Joan of Arc follows me around Australia I hear her voice in my head And catch bits of nature in my mouth: Rotting leaves, bird shit, mud, flood water I can smell what's there on the inside Oslo, March: Quiet Words...

Think big, girl, like a king, think kingsize. Did you learn nothing in America? I've placed four big bananas in my lap In New York I don't dream. I always wanted to be less subculturally lonely, but here I see no...