Jenny Hval - American Coffee lyrics
[Jenny Hval - American Coffee lyrics]
My mother came to the city at twenty-one
And had no choice but to drive to work
She said
"I cried in the car every
Day until I didn't"
And when she had me, the midwife
Looked her in the eye and said
"Poor baby, you're so scared, "
I guess I was born anyway
What is a home
But the place you'll be dying?
And what's far away but places
To lose yourself?
Myself, I had the choice
I left for Northbridge, Fitzroy, Astoria
Anywhere but home
I moved in with
A group of nurses in Collingwood
Thеy looked me in the еye and said
"A concept is a brick
It can be used to build
A courthouse of reason
Or it can be thrown through the window"
Who would I've been
If I'd never gone there?
And who is she who faces her fears?
I panic behind the wheel
I have sworn to drive again this year
I was taught how but
I never taught myself to believe
Or to run, or cook, or care, or even love
All the normal things, I went away
I don't know them, I went away
I wonder who I'd been if I never got to go
Get a fine arts degree and American coffee
With irrelevant quotes from French philosophy
And we'd meet in the climax
Of a clever sci-fi movie
But that would just be, but
That would just be
Be stupid
I give you that time
At the cinematheque
(Give you that time)
I was watching
"La Passion de Jeanne d'Arc"
While I was having a UTI
I stared into Jeanne's face
Suffering in black and white
I'm sure I saw her wink at me
Then I peed blood in the lobby bathroom
The blood color seemed so insanely alive
Too alive, too alive to be just mine
And I felt I crossed paths
With a version of me
A concept, you could say
But not she who stayed behind
She who quit everything
Music, and identity
Just left a little blood behind
And a fever for me to share
There is no courthouse here
And no window, no bricks are thrown
But underneath, underneath us
Underneath, underneath us
The floor tiles wow and flutter
They wow and flutter
In this moment
In this moment
She has quit
And had no choice but to drive to work
She said
"I cried in the car every
Day until I didn't"
And when she had me, the midwife
Looked her in the eye and said
"Poor baby, you're so scared, "
I guess I was born anyway
What is a home
But the place you'll be dying?
And what's far away but places
To lose yourself?
Myself, I had the choice
I left for Northbridge, Fitzroy, Astoria
Anywhere but home
I moved in with
A group of nurses in Collingwood
Thеy looked me in the еye and said
"A concept is a brick
It can be used to build
A courthouse of reason
Or it can be thrown through the window"
Who would I've been
If I'd never gone there?
And who is she who faces her fears?
I panic behind the wheel
I have sworn to drive again this year
I was taught how but
I never taught myself to believe
Or to run, or cook, or care, or even love
All the normal things, I went away
I don't know them, I went away
I wonder who I'd been if I never got to go
Get a fine arts degree and American coffee
With irrelevant quotes from French philosophy
And we'd meet in the climax
Of a clever sci-fi movie
But that would just be, but
That would just be
Be stupid
I give you that time
At the cinematheque
(Give you that time)
I was watching
"La Passion de Jeanne d'Arc"
While I was having a UTI
I stared into Jeanne's face
Suffering in black and white
I'm sure I saw her wink at me
Then I peed blood in the lobby bathroom
The blood color seemed so insanely alive
Too alive, too alive to be just mine
And I felt I crossed paths
With a version of me
A concept, you could say
But not she who stayed behind
She who quit everything
Music, and identity
Just left a little blood behind
And a fever for me to share
There is no courthouse here
And no window, no bricks are thrown
But underneath, underneath us
Underneath, underneath us
The floor tiles wow and flutter
They wow and flutter
In this moment
In this moment
She has quit