My skull, it is my cathedral Where this matrimort takes place When I was a girl, she sang for me In falsetto, lullabies with sincerity I thank her for her integrity
My ancestress clock is ticking Her once vibrant rebellion is fading I am her hope keeper I assure hope is there At, at all times
My ancestress has left all manners Her pulsating skin rebelling The doctors she despised Placed a pacemaker inside her
When you're out of time Oh, how you look back changes Did you punish us for leaving? Are you sure we hurt you? Was it just not "living?"
She had idiosyncratic sense of rhythm Dyslexia, the ultimate freeform She invents words and adds syllables Handwriting, language all her own
I don't have that story in my mouth When you die, you bring with you what you've given
The machine of her breathed all night While she rested Revealed her resilience And then it didn't
You see with your own eyes But hear with your mother's There's fear of being absorbed By the other
By now, we share the same flesh As much as I tried to escape it This is no mediocre debris My ancestress this is
The odor of our final parting Those have been The perfume of separation for centuries The perfume of separation for centuries Ancestress
Nature wrote this psalm It expands this realm Translucent skin let go of A cold palm embalmed
Writer/s: Björk Guðmundsdóttir
Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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