Bjork Booklet

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All is Full of Love You'll be given love you'll be taken care of you'll be given love you have to trust it maybe not from the sources you have poured yours maybe not from the directions you are staring at trust your head around it's all around you all is full of love all around you all is full of love you just aint receiving all is full of love your phone is off the hook all is full of love your doors are all shut all is full of love!

all is full of love all is full of love all is full of love all is full of love all is full of love


Hiper-Ballad We live on a mountain Right at the top This 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 again with you I go through all this Before you wake up So I can feel happier To be safe again with you It’s 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 I imagine what my body would sound like Slamming against those rocks and 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 again with you I go through all this Before you wake up So I can feel happier To be safe again with you I go through all this Before you wake up So I can feel happier To be safe again with you Safe again..safe again..


Human Behaviuor

Joga

If you ever get close to a human And human behaviour Be ready to get confused There's definitely no logic To human behaviour But yet so irristible There's no map To human behaviour They're terribly moody Then all of a sudden turn happy But, oh, to get involved in the exchange Of human emotions is ever so satisfying There's no map And a compass Wouldn't help at all Human behaviour

All these accidents, That happen, Follow the dot, Coincidence, Makes sense, Only with you, You don't have to speak, I feel. Emotional landscapes, They puzzle me, Then the riddle gets solved, And you push me up to this State of emergency, How beautiful to be, State of emergency, Is where I want to be. Emergency, Is where I want to be. State of emergency, How beautiful to be.


Bachelorette I'm a fountain of blood In the shape of a girl You're the bird on the brim Hypnotised by the Whirl Drink me, make me feel real Wet your beak in the stream Game we're playing is life Love is a two way dream Leave me now, return tonight Tide will show you sweet bliss If you forget my name You will go astray Like a killer whale Trapped in a bay I'm a path of cinders Burning under your feet You're the one who walks me I'm your one way street I'm a whisper in water Secret for you to hear You are the one who grows distant When I beckon you near

Leave me now, return tonight The tide will show you the way If you forget my name You will go astray Like a killer whale Trapped in a bay I'm a tree that grows hearts One for each that you take You're the intruders hand I'm the branch that you break Hum-yeah!


Army of me

Pagan Poetry

Stand up You've got to manage I won't sympathize Anymore And if you complain once more You'lll meet an army of me

Pedalling through The dark currents I find An accurate copy A blueprint Of the pleasure In me

You're alright There's nothing wrong Self sufficience please! And get to work

Swirling black lilies totally ripe A secret code carved Swirling black lilies totally ripe A secret code carved

And if you complain once more You'll meet an army of me

He offers A handshake Crooked Five fingers They form a pattern Yet to be matched

You're on your own now We won't save you Your rescue squad Is too eshausted And if you complain once more You'll meet an army of me

On the surface simplicity But the darkest pit in me It's pagan poetry Pagan poetry


Morsecoding signals (signals) They pulsate (wake me up) and wake me up (pulsate) from my hibernating On the surface simplicity Swirling black lilies totally ripe But the darkest pit in me It's pagan poetry Swirling black lilies totally ripe Pagan poetry Swirling black lilies totally ripe I love him, I love him I love him, I love him I love him, I love him I love him, I love him She loves him, she loves him This time She loves him, she loves him I'm gonna keep it to myself She loves him, she loves him She loves him, she loves him

Big Time Sensuality I can sense it Something important Is about to happen It's coming up. It takes courage to enjoy it The hardcore and the gentle Big time sensuality. We just met And I know I'm a bit too intimate But something huge is coming up And we're both included. It takes courage to enjoy it The hardcore and the gentle Big time sensuality. I don't know my future after this weekend And I don't want to. It takes courage to enjoy it The hardcore and the gentle Big time sensuality Sensuality


Venus as a boy

Hunter

his wicked sense of humour suggests exciting sex!

if travel is searching and home has been found

his fingers they focus on her touches he's venus as a boy

i'm going hunting i'm the hunter i'll bring back the goods but i don't know when

he believes in a beauty he's venus as a boy

thought that i could organise freedom how scandinavian of me you sussed it out, didn't you?

he's exploring the taste of her arousal so accurate he sets off the beauty in her he's venus venus as a boy he believes in a beauty he's venus as a boy

i'm not stopping

you could smell it so you left me on my own to complete the mission now i'm leaving it all behind i'm going hunting i'm the hunter...


Hidden Place

Possibly Maybe

Through the warmthest Cord of care Your love was sent to me

Your flirt finds me out Teases the crack in me Smittens me with hope

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 I'm simply suggesting We go to the hidden place That we go to the hidden place We go to the hidden place We go to a hidden place Now I have Been slightly shy And 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

Possibly maybe possibly maybe possibly maybe As much as I definitely enjoy solitude I wouldn't mind perhaps Spending little time with you Sometimes Sometimes Possibly maybe probably love Possibly maybe probably love Uncertainty excites me babe Who knows what's going to happen? Lottery or car crash Or you'll join a cult Probably maybe possibly love Probably maybe possibly love, possibly Mon petit vulcan You're eruptions and disasters I keep calm admiring your lava I keep calm


Play Dead Possibly maybe probably love Electric shocks? I love them! With you --> dozen a day But after a while I wonder Where's that love you promised me? Where is it? Possibly maybe probably love, possibly Possibly maybe probably love, possibly How can you offer me love like that? My heart's burned How can you offer me love like that? I'm exhausted

darling stop confusing me with your wishful thinking hopeful enbraces don't you understand? i have to go through this i belong to here where no-one cares and no-one loves no light no air to live in a place called hate the city of fear i play dead it stops the hurting i play dead and hurting stops it's sometimes just like sleeping curling up inside my private tortures i nestle into pain hug suffering caress every ache i play dead it stops the hurting


It’s in Our Hands Look no further Look no further I look no further Cruelest, almost Always to ourselves It mustn't get Any better, off It's in our hands It always was It's in our hands In our hands It's all there In our hands It's all there In our hands Well, now aren't we Scaring ourselves Unnecessarily? Aren't we trying too hard? 'Cause it's in our hands It's in our hands It's all here It's in our hands

Look no further I look no further It's in our hands It always was It's in our hands It's in our hands It's in our hands It's in our hands




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