honeybee -

Aprīlis 30., 2019

12:17
Viens no šīpavasara lielākajiem pārsteigumiem - ka, lai arī man ļoti patīk Bjerka, un lai arī es vienmēr esmu zinājusi, ka viņai ir brīnišķīgi teksti, un Post laikā es viņu visnotaļ klausījos, kaut kā man bija paslīdējis garām Hyperballad teksts
Varbūt tāpēc, ka es biju pārāk maz saskārusies ar to, ko tas nozīmē, un kaut kā pēc pirmajām pāris rindām nodomāju "aha, te viss ir jauki, uz mani neattiecas, move on"

Björk - Hyperballad

We live on a mountain
Right at the top
There's a beautiful view
From the top of the mountain
Every morning I walk towards the edge
And throw little things off
Like car-parts, bottles and cutlery
Or whatever I find lying around
It's become a habit
A way to start the day

I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you

It's real early morning
No-one is awake
I'm back at my cliff
Still throwing things off
I listen to the sounds they make
On their way down
I follow with my eyes 'til they crash
Imagine what my body would sound like
Slamming against those rocks
When it lands
Will my eyes
Be closed or open?

I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you

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