Тексты песен «Jenny Hval»

And I've never known pleasure like this What is this desire This biting Eating into another person What is this that can't be contained in you I feel full of holes Separate And when I wake up, I see red flowers on the...

This spring Holds a killer in her claws She comes up with the river that climbs the mountainside She climbs up the ribs, climbs up the lips With a swing in her hips The springtime, the springtime is here It sprung from...

I saw what you did underneath the table Beneath the fine layer of sweat That encapsulates your hands and face As if you are my egg Is that sweat from my body? My voice turned to milk in your mouth I gave you words: The...

In Oslo it's swap and people walk through the city quietly like friendly zombies like a sleeping army a secret rhythm a sudden sticks a slow burning flame of safety lies at the heart, we can feel it, but we cannot find...

Failed every period Did baroque badly Afraid of blood Dream was too lonely I chose keeping it together In these IKEA white walls Of my post-war Nordic silence But only desire is real I must find some kind of art form...

Not all limbs have erections Sometimes even you have to decide Which is up And which is down Which travels and which is stationary Which travels to stations, and which travels aimlessly And whether desire can perhaps...

Did you notice how beautiful colored eyes are? Have I been saved? Don't know what to do; are we being saved? Ren?e, Ren?e The camera is a mirror, but mine, not yours For a hundred days you are a virgin or a young boy...

I clutch my phone With my sweaty palm In my hand I clutch my heart In the coffin for my heart In my hand It's so loud And I get so afraid So I start...

I'm six or seven and dreaming that I'm a boy. I emerged out of the water and went into the garden with a small silver hand between my thighs Later, in the shower, I see a boy naked. He is contagious, and I can feel...

[Verse 1] As I write this I must pretend someone's holding my hand Probably someone dead (Would be the only one to hold me now, ice cold) I was waiting, forbidden No one knew I was waiting, not even you I was not...

[Verse 1] You are your own disco ball hovering above you like A comforting reminder that not even you belong to you So you put your jazz hands in the air And they get tangled in your hair But you'll always stand the...

What is it to take care of yourself? Getting paid? Getting laid? Getting married? Getting pregnant? Fighting for visibility in your market? Realizing your potential? Being healthy, being clean, not making a fool of...

What is it to take care of yourself? What are we taking care of? A million bedrooms with hands softly lulling our divine cocks and cunts, without telling anyone, a million ships come alone out on the calmest seas. So...

[Verse] You might be in pieces but let's call it something else Let's say that you are your own disco ball It sounds better, more promising It doesn't just sound like you're broken But what, but what breaks is the light...

[Spoken Intro] J: It's fruit with cake and like, cinnamon, it's very fruity and good What's this album about, Jenny? J: It's about vampires No? J: Yeah What? J: Well, it's about more things than that but, a large theme...

Hey, you Hey, you Hey, you, I know who you are I know who you, you are Have patience in your living Have patience in your living Your distances are vast I know who you are Open up to me so I can pull in the night when...

I don't know who I am I have never really truly Never truly really Never really loved I've never really loved I've never truly really loved In memory of The sea took him Too young to die Mysterious circumstances I've...

What is human? Is there really nothing but seeing or seen? The voice is wordless tissue The fog from Heart of Glass Listen to the lips that feed you The voice is a second flesh that cannot be seen This body is not for...

This is a thirst that resembles me Sparks do find us How do you smell it? How do you know? How do you spell it? This is a thirst to enter This is a thirst glazed with honey dew, honey dew This is a thirst to enter...

[Intro] It sums up the strange mood of our time when nothing really makes any coherent sense. We live with a constant vaudeville of contradictory stories that makes it impossible for any real opposition to emerge,...