歌曲 | Sabbath |
歌手 | Jenny Hval |
专辑 | Apocalypse, Girl |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
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 mine. | |
I was told not to stare then, but my eyes have never been larger, | |
in and out of my body, my stare kept growing | |
I guess that's what's called flesh memory. | |
Oh, how I wanted to tell him that we had switched places! | |
In my dream I'd had him on me, but I didn't that day | |
when I told her the dog was a wolf and the rock was a cliff, | |
and you're a horse! I said, if the dog was a wolf and I a boy | |
she could be a horse, sure thing, she had no excuse | |
And we were running then, horse and wolf and girl, | |
braces on her teeth like a bridle, a bride, a bridle. | |
I felt tight against supple, cool against hot, wires and skin. | |
I've always been like this | |
Somedays I feel like my body is straightened, held up by thin braces, metal spires embrace my spine, my face, my cunt. I can feel myself from above, but I can’t see who’s holding them. It would be easy to think about submission, but I don’t think it’s about submission, it’s about holding and being held. | |
We ran willingly, horse-like, girl-like, boy-like. | |
Her voice neighing in the back of her throat, | |
and when I came closer we collided and kissed | |
in the passing, on the mouth, like horses do. | |
I said, her thin lips over enamel and steel. | |
I felt the outline of her braces against my own, | |
little silver arms reaching for each other |
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 mine. | |
I was told not to stare then, but my eyes have never been larger, | |
in and out of my body, my stare kept growing | |
I guess that' s what' s called flesh memory. | |
Oh, how I wanted to tell him that we had switched places! | |
In my dream I' d had him on me, but I didn' t that day | |
when I told her the dog was a wolf and the rock was a cliff, | |
and you' re a horse! I said, if the dog was a wolf and I a boy | |
she could be a horse, sure thing, she had no excuse | |
And we were running then, horse and wolf and girl, | |
braces on her teeth like a bridle, a bride, a bridle. | |
I felt tight against supple, cool against hot, wires and skin. | |
I' ve always been like this | |
Somedays I feel like my body is straightened, held up by thin braces, metal spires embrace my spine, my face, my cunt. I can feel myself from above, but I can' t see who' s holding them. It would be easy to think about submission, but I don' t think it' s about submission, it' s about holding and being held. | |
We ran willingly, horselike, girllike, boylike. | |
Her voice neighing in the back of her throat, | |
and when I came closer we collided and kissed | |
in the passing, on the mouth, like horses do. | |
I said, her thin lips over enamel and steel. | |
I felt the outline of her braces against my own, | |
little silver arms reaching for each other |
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 mine. | |
I was told not to stare then, but my eyes have never been larger, | |
in and out of my body, my stare kept growing | |
I guess that' s what' s called flesh memory. | |
Oh, how I wanted to tell him that we had switched places! | |
In my dream I' d had him on me, but I didn' t that day | |
when I told her the dog was a wolf and the rock was a cliff, | |
and you' re a horse! I said, if the dog was a wolf and I a boy | |
she could be a horse, sure thing, she had no excuse | |
And we were running then, horse and wolf and girl, | |
braces on her teeth like a bridle, a bride, a bridle. | |
I felt tight against supple, cool against hot, wires and skin. | |
I' ve always been like this | |
Somedays I feel like my body is straightened, held up by thin braces, metal spires embrace my spine, my face, my cunt. I can feel myself from above, but I can' t see who' s holding them. It would be easy to think about submission, but I don' t think it' s about submission, it' s about holding and being held. | |
We ran willingly, horselike, girllike, boylike. | |
Her voice neighing in the back of her throat, | |
and when I came closer we collided and kissed | |
in the passing, on the mouth, like horses do. | |
I said, her thin lips over enamel and steel. | |
I felt the outline of her braces against my own, | |
little silver arms reaching for each other |