Jenny Hval - Portrait of the Young Girl as an Artist lyrics
[Jenny Hval - Portrait of the Young Girl as an Artist lyrics]
Not not all limbs have erections
Sometimes, sometimes even you have to decide
Which is up and which is down
Which travels and which is stationary
Which travels to stations and
Which travels aimlessly
And whether desire can perhaps
Best be described
As a train running into a tunnel
Take, take, take your platform hands and run
I say run
Between train track: thighs
Not all limbs have erections
Sometimes, sometimes even you have to decide
Which is up and which is down
Which travels and which is stationary
Which travels to stations and
Which travels aimlessly
And whether desire can perhaps
Best be described as a train running
Train running into a tunnel
Take, take, take your platform hands and run
I say
Isn't it dark in here? Isn't it
Isn’t it monochromous?
But there’s a light! Do you see it?
It shines from the hole through your palm
And how did I get here? To the hand?
I say: the body is one-way street
And the body, like your fingers
Bend only inwards
Not all limbs have erections
Some curl inwards and some have braces!
Those train track braces! Embraces!
Sometimes, sometimes even you have to decide
Which is up and which is down
Which travels and which is stationary
Which travels to stations and
Which travels aimlessly
And whether desire can perhaps
Best be described
As a train running into a tunnel
Take, take, take your platform hands and run
I say run
Between train track: thighs
Not all limbs have erections
Sometimes, sometimes even you have to decide
Which is up and which is down
Which travels and which is stationary
Which travels to stations and
Which travels aimlessly
And whether desire can perhaps
Best be described as a train running
Train running into a tunnel
Take, take, take your platform hands and run
I say
Isn't it dark in here? Isn't it
Isn’t it monochromous?
But there’s a light! Do you see it?
It shines from the hole through your palm
And how did I get here? To the hand?
I say: the body is one-way street
And the body, like your fingers
Bend only inwards
Not all limbs have erections
Some curl inwards and some have braces!
Those train track braces! Embraces!