First snow of winter
I'm walking hills and valleys
Adore this mystical fog
This fucking mist
These cliffs are just showing off
Then the body memory kicks in
I mime my home mountains
The moss that I'm made of
I redeem myself.
I've been wrestling with my fate
Do I accept this ending?
Will I accept my death
Or struggle claustrophobic?
Fought like a wolverine
With my destiny
Refused to accept what was meant to be
Then the body memory kicks in
And trust the unknown
Unfathomable imagination
Surrender to future.
Oh how to capture all this love
And find a pathway for it
Like threading an ocean through a needle
River through a keyhole
I can't fathom the grasp
I can't grasp the fathom
Then the body memory kicks in.
My limbs and tongue take over
Like the ancestors before me
Show me the flow.
My sexual dna
X-rays of my kamasutras
Summons different bodies
Compares spines and buttocks
And back of necks
And my body memory kicks in
Simply takes over, beastiality
I redeem my body.
I wasn't born urban
Toxic doesn't agree with me
Love lured me there into a stagnant state
My myths my customs ridiculed
Vacuum packed molecules
Then my body memory kicks in
On this brooklyn dance floor
Sweating with these rhythms
Rotate this matrix.
All trapped in legal harness
Kafka-esque
Farce like patriarchy
Avoided to confront it
Then the body memory kicks in
My warrior awakens
My turn to defend
Urban didn't tame me.
Then the body memory kicks in
All bosoms and embraces
Oral anal entrances
Enjoy the satisfaction
Of the other is growing.
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Björk in Album Utopia Released in 2017 |