Are these not just excuses to not connect?
Our differences are irrelevant
Too only name the flaws
Are excuses to not connect
I bow to all that you've given me
Thank you for staying while we learn
To find our resonance where we do connect
To find our resonance where we do connect
If we don't grow outwards towards love
We'll implode inwards towards destruction
If my plant doesn't reach towards you
There's internal erosion towards all
Pursuing the light too hard it's a form of hiding
Oh (oh), oh (oh)
Are these not just excuses to not connect?
Our differences are irrelevant
To insist on absolute justice at all times
It blocks connection
Our union is stronger
Our union is stronger than us
Hope is a muscle
That allows us to connect
Hope is a muscle
Hope is a muscle
Hope is a muscle
Hope is a muscle
That allows us to connect
Bjork - Fossora Album Lyrics
Bjork - Fossora Lyrics
Writer: Aditya Taruna, Bjork Gudmundsdottir, Ikhsan Alim
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Ovule
I have placed a glass egg
Above us floating
An oval ovule
In a dark blood red void
Carries our digital selves
Embracing and kissing
My skin-mud dense by you
I anchor our darks
I anchor our darks
Sleep with one eye open
Watching our sub-selves
The keel of our ship
These obstacles are just teaching us
So we can merge even deeper
Into our own personal mineral
Fuse alloy, ship ahoy
The hostility a broken heart endures
The velocity of the injury
Is returned (is returned) to the world
With the same grin showing teeth
When I was a girl
I felt love was a building
I marched towards
but deadly demonic divorces demolished the ideal
Now with your romantic intelligence
a sensual tenderness
We dissolve old habits
and place a glass egg above us floating
In the dark blooded oval void
Our lovemaking avatars in a shell
Above us floating
An oval ovule
In a dark blood red void
Carries our digital selves
Embracing and kissing
My skin-mud dense by you
I anchor our darks
I anchor our darks
Sleep with one eye open
Watching our sub-selves
The keel of our ship
These obstacles are just teaching us
So we can merge even deeper
Into our own personal mineral
Fuse alloy, ship ahoy
The hostility a broken heart endures
The velocity of the injury
Is returned (is returned) to the world
With the same grin showing teeth
When I was a girl
I felt love was a building
I marched towards
but deadly demonic divorces demolished the ideal
Now with your romantic intelligence
a sensual tenderness
We dissolve old habits
and place a glass egg above us floating
In the dark blooded oval void
Our lovemaking avatars in a shell
Writer: Bjork Gudmundsdottir
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Sorrowful Soil
Into sorrowful soil (sorrowful soil)
Our roots are dug
Into sorrowful soil (sorrowful soil)
Our roots are dug (our roots)
Into sorrowful soil
Our roots are dug
Into sorrowful soil (sorrowful soil)
Our roots are dug (our roots are dug, are dug)
In a woman's lifetime
She gets four-hundred eggs
But only two or three nests
Woven with a mother's life force (woven with a mother's life force)
Emotional textile (woven with a mother's life force)
Self-sacrificial (woven with a mother's life force)
This is emotional textile (woven with a mother's life force)
Self-sacrificial, self-sacrificial
Nihilist happening
Cut through this nihilist happening
You did well
You, you did your best
Well, you did your best, you did well (you, you did well)
You did-did, did-did-did, did well
You did, did, did-did-did-did-did-did-did well
You did, did, did-did-did-did well
You did well
Our roots are dug
Into sorrowful soil (sorrowful soil)
Our roots are dug (our roots)
Into sorrowful soil
Our roots are dug
Into sorrowful soil (sorrowful soil)
Our roots are dug (our roots are dug, are dug)
In a woman's lifetime
She gets four-hundred eggs
But only two or three nests
Woven with a mother's life force (woven with a mother's life force)
Emotional textile (woven with a mother's life force)
Self-sacrificial (woven with a mother's life force)
This is emotional textile (woven with a mother's life force)
Self-sacrificial, self-sacrificial
Nihilist happening
Cut through this nihilist happening
You did well
You, you did your best
Well, you did your best, you did well (you, you did well)
You did-did, did-did-did, did well
You did, did, did-did-did-did-did-did-did well
You did, did, did-did-did-did well
You did well
Writer: Bjork Guomundsdottir
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Ancestress
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
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: Bjork Guomundsdottir
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Fagurt Er í Fjörðum
Fagurt er í fjörðum
Þá frelsarinn lánar veðrið blítt
Heyið grænt í görðum
Grös og heilagfiskið nýtt
En þegar vetur að oss fer að sveigja
Veit ég enga verri sveit um veraldarreit
Menn og dýr þá deyja
Þá frelsarinn lánar veðrið blítt
Heyið grænt í görðum
Grös og heilagfiskið nýtt
En þegar vetur að oss fer að sveigja
Veit ég enga verri sveit um veraldarreit
Menn og dýr þá deyja
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Victimhood
Victimhood, I heed the call
To step out of victimhood
Has a saintly glow, holier than thou
It erased my shadow, shadow
Only bird's-eye view
Can help me transcend this archetype
And who am I that this has happened to?
Victimhood
Rejection it left a void
That is never ever satisfied
Sunk into victimhood
Felt the world owed me love
Only bird's-eye view
Can help me transgress out of this hole
Who am I that this has happened to?
To transgress us beyond our tragedy
I took one for the team
I sacrificed myself to save us (I sacrificed myself)
I rejected myself (I rejected)
Self-sacrificed myself
Felt sorry for myself
To transgress us beyond this tragedy
I sacrificed myself to the entity
To transgress us beyond our tragedy (to save us, to save us)
I sacrificed myself
Victimhood, victimhood
I heed a call out of victimhood
Out of, out, out of victimhood
Here I go now
To step out of victimhood
Has a saintly glow, holier than thou
It erased my shadow, shadow
Only bird's-eye view
Can help me transcend this archetype
And who am I that this has happened to?
Victimhood
Rejection it left a void
That is never ever satisfied
Sunk into victimhood
Felt the world owed me love
Only bird's-eye view
Can help me transgress out of this hole
Who am I that this has happened to?
To transgress us beyond our tragedy
I took one for the team
I sacrificed myself to save us (I sacrificed myself)
I rejected myself (I rejected)
Self-sacrificed myself
Felt sorry for myself
To transgress us beyond this tragedy
I sacrificed myself to the entity
To transgress us beyond our tragedy (to save us, to save us)
I sacrificed myself
Victimhood, victimhood
I heed a call out of victimhood
Out of, out, out of victimhood
Here I go now
Writer: Bjork Guomundsdottir
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Allow
The warm open wind on my skin
Primordial plants glistening
With moisture direct it at me
Erect my hair fossilized
With salt and crust
Allow, allow, allow
Allow you to grow
Allow, allow, allow, allow
Allow, allow, allow
Allow me to grow
(Allow, allow, to grow)
I look up at the treetops
I will braid those twigs together
Create a cathedral ceiling above me
How I long to float there midair
Between the branches
Amongst impossible magic
Allow, allow, allow
Allow, allow (you to grow)
Allow it to happen
Allow, allow, allow
Allow, allow
I made a moon, translucent
I put it outside for someone like you
How mysterious I must feel to you
The universe and the sky too
My little phoenix
When you burst out a song from my lips, oh
Primordial plants glistening
With moisture direct it at me
Erect my hair fossilized
With salt and crust
Allow, allow, allow
Allow you to grow
Allow, allow, allow, allow
Allow, allow, allow
Allow me to grow
(Allow, allow, to grow)
I look up at the treetops
I will braid those twigs together
Create a cathedral ceiling above me
How I long to float there midair
Between the branches
Amongst impossible magic
Allow, allow, allow
Allow, allow (you to grow)
Allow it to happen
Allow, allow, allow
Allow, allow
I made a moon, translucent
I put it outside for someone like you
How mysterious I must feel to you
The universe and the sky too
My little phoenix
When you burst out a song from my lips, oh
Writer: Bjork Guomundsdottir, Emilie Nicolas
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Fungal City
Fungal city, subterranean
Carve the forest floor
We walk on this sunken mystery
Trunks bursting through the moss from
Should I soften the blow of life on him?
Cottonwool cocoon him?
His capacity for love is enormous
His vibrant optimism happens to be my faith too
His body calligraphs the space above my bed
Horizontal signature on my skin
I'm in rapture, ooh (I'm in rapture, I'm in rapture, I'm in rapture)
Perfumed velvet darkness
Should I soften the blow of life on him?
Should I soften the blow of life on him?
Cottonwool cocoon him?
His capacity for love is enormous
His celebrational intelligence is ridiculous
His capacity for love encourages me to have (for love)
Capacity for love (is enormous, yeah yeah)
This vitality repolarizes me
My north-south shifts to east-west
Capacity for love, for love (for love)
Capacity for love (for love)
Capacity for love (love, for love)
Capacity for love (for love, for love)
Capacity for love (capacity for)
Capacity for love, love (oh yes)
Carve the forest floor
We walk on this sunken mystery
Trunks bursting through the moss from
Should I soften the blow of life on him?
Cottonwool cocoon him?
His capacity for love is enormous
His vibrant optimism happens to be my faith too
His body calligraphs the space above my bed
Horizontal signature on my skin
I'm in rapture, ooh (I'm in rapture, I'm in rapture, I'm in rapture)
Perfumed velvet darkness
Should I soften the blow of life on him?
Should I soften the blow of life on him?
Cottonwool cocoon him?
His capacity for love is enormous
His celebrational intelligence is ridiculous
His capacity for love encourages me to have (for love)
Capacity for love (is enormous, yeah yeah)
This vitality repolarizes me
My north-south shifts to east-west
Capacity for love, for love (for love)
Capacity for love (for love)
Capacity for love (love, for love)
Capacity for love (for love, for love)
Capacity for love (capacity for)
Capacity for love, love (oh yes)
Writer: Bjork Guomundsdottir
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Freefall
Watch out, here I come
Is there any way you can help me out?
I'm talking right here, watch me jump
I get a little closer when I've had enough
I'm falling
Something else
I'll tell you
Something else
I'd help you
Something more than that
But it's still not anything
So here we go again
Watch out, here I come
Is there any way you can help me out?
I'm talking right here, watch me jump
I get a little closer when I've had enough
I'm falling
Something else
I'll tell you
Something else
I'd help you
Something more than that
But it's still not anything
So here we go again
Watch out, here I come
Is there any way you can help me out?
I'm talking right here, watch me jump
I get a little closer when I've had enough
I'm falling
Something else
I'll tell you
Something else
I'd help you
Something more than that
But it's still not anything
So here we go again
Watch out, here I come
Is there any way you can help me out?
I'm talking right here, watch me jump
I get a little closer when I've had enough
I'm falling
Is there any way you can help me out?
I'm talking right here, watch me jump
I get a little closer when I've had enough
I'm falling
Something else
I'll tell you
Something else
I'd help you
Something more than that
But it's still not anything
So here we go again
Watch out, here I come
Is there any way you can help me out?
I'm talking right here, watch me jump
I get a little closer when I've had enough
I'm falling
Something else
I'll tell you
Something else
I'd help you
Something more than that
But it's still not anything
So here we go again
Watch out, here I come
Is there any way you can help me out?
I'm talking right here, watch me jump
I get a little closer when I've had enough
I'm falling
Something else
I'll tell you
Something else
I'd help you
Something more than that
But it's still not anything
So here we go again
Watch out, here I come
Is there any way you can help me out?
I'm talking right here, watch me jump
I get a little closer when I've had enough
I'm falling
Writer: Alex Pall, Andrew Taggart, Ethan Snoreck, Grady Lee, Oliver Tree Nickell, Tim Randolph
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Fossora
Her nerves spread like wings at mycelium speed
Into the atmosphere, there's spores everywhere
Fossora
Fossora
Fossora
For millions of years we've been ejecting our spores
Seedlings and sprouts are shot into the ground
Fossora
Fossora
Fossora
Her fossorial claw digs downwards, dissolves old pain
Dug down to rot, decomposes debris
Degrades sorrows, hair and hooves
Fossora
Fossora
Fossora
At last
We stayed in one place long enough (fossora)
To shoot down deep hyphae roots (fossora, fossora, fossora)
That penetrate concrete and plastic (fossora, fossora, fossora)
Even though the ground is burnt underneath monumental growth (fossora, fossora, fossora)
Fossora (fossora, fossora)
Into the atmosphere, there's spores everywhere
Fossora
Fossora
Fossora
For millions of years we've been ejecting our spores
Seedlings and sprouts are shot into the ground
Fossora
Fossora
Fossora
Her fossorial claw digs downwards, dissolves old pain
Dug down to rot, decomposes debris
Degrades sorrows, hair and hooves
Fossora
Fossora
Fossora
At last
We stayed in one place long enough (fossora)
To shoot down deep hyphae roots (fossora, fossora, fossora)
That penetrate concrete and plastic (fossora, fossora, fossora)
Even though the ground is burnt underneath monumental growth (fossora, fossora, fossora)
Fossora (fossora, fossora)
Writer: Bjork Guomundsdottir
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Her Mothers House
The space in your voice
Shows the scale of your compassion
The tone of your voice
Reveals the space you give up there
The more I love you
The stronger you become (stronger, become)
The less you need me (the less you need)
A dry voice comes from a stingy heart
But a moist voice comes from abundance
The more I love you (your voice)
The better you will survive
The more freedom I give you (more freedom I give you)
A mother's house
Has a room for each child
It's only describing the interior
Of her heart
A balloon painted with red clay
With lubrication will not crack
But will inflate evenly and float
Undo (undo), undo (undo), undo (undo), undo (undo)
The fortune of her heart
Shows the scale of your compassion
The tone of your voice
Reveals the space you give up there
The more I love you
The stronger you become (stronger, become)
The less you need me (the less you need)
A dry voice comes from a stingy heart
But a moist voice comes from abundance
The more I love you (your voice)
The better you will survive
The more freedom I give you (more freedom I give you)
A mother's house
Has a room for each child
It's only describing the interior
Of her heart
A balloon painted with red clay
With lubrication will not crack
But will inflate evenly and float
Undo (undo), undo (undo), undo (undo), undo (undo)
The fortune of her heart
Writer: Bjork Guomundsdottir, Isadora Bjarkardottir Barney
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Fossora is the tenth studio album by Icelandic singer-musician Björk. It was released on 30 September 2022 through One Little Independent Records. The album was recorded mainly during the COVID-19 pandemic and centers around the theme of isolation, loss, and grief, mainly of the death of her mother, Hildur Rúna Hauksdóttir, in 2018.
The album entered the UK Albums Chart at number 11 and the US Billboard 200 at number 100. It received a nomination for Best Alternative Music Album at the 65th Annual Grammy Awards, becoming Björk's ninth consecutive nomination in the category.
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BjorkThe album entered the UK Albums Chart at number 11 and the US Billboard 200 at number 100. It received a nomination for Best Alternative Music Album at the 65th Annual Grammy Awards, becoming Björk's ninth consecutive nomination in the category.
Genre(s): Avant-pop, techno, industrial noise
Producer(s): Bjork
Length: 54:14
Released: September 30th, 2022
Year: 2022