Jenny Hval, Félicia Atkinson - Thumbsucker lyrics
[Jenny Hval, Félicia Atkinson - Thumbsucker lyrics]
Come with me fall into the wildscape
Reverse the church bells swiping in the mud
With two fingers
And one in your mouth, wandering
I was a thumbsucker, what am I now?
I was a thumbsucker, what am I now?
Am I a traveller, was I ever?
Or do I just colour 'round the clear lines?
Do I just turn away from every confrontation?
Biting until bleeding she says she knows
This is my strange voice she say she's close
Once I was a thumbsucker doesn't say to what
Once I was a runaway
The forest is all sorts of forests
Hid in tight places and World War I I bunkers
It seems to be adapting it'self, she says
Found secret tree huts, spiralling
Alternating between mountains and marshland
A self harming vampire, she always says
Of the tender kind, she always says
A compensation, she always says
For something too wild
For something too wild
For something too wild, something too wild
For something too wild
For something too wild in this way
Alternating mouth and thumb forest and human
Both transforming forest and humans
Producing nothing until are equals
I got afraid that I'd dug too deep
Stirred up something in the body
The glands of instinct, fear and desire
Clanking from a distant engine
Iron shafts and idler-wheels
And then there is release
Whatever it is you are doing to yourself
You are always performing some kind
Of internal construction work
I was a thumbsucker, what am I now
Am I a runaway, was I ever?
It's all in the wrist
Sketching out the wildscapes
Sucking on the church bells
The hunger of the clappers
Withdrawing word by word
Back into the rabbit hole
Reverse the church bells swiping in the mud
With two fingers
And one in your mouth, wandering
I was a thumbsucker, what am I now?
I was a thumbsucker, what am I now?
Am I a traveller, was I ever?
Or do I just colour 'round the clear lines?
Do I just turn away from every confrontation?
Biting until bleeding she says she knows
This is my strange voice she say she's close
Once I was a thumbsucker doesn't say to what
Once I was a runaway
The forest is all sorts of forests
Hid in tight places and World War I I bunkers
It seems to be adapting it'self, she says
Found secret tree huts, spiralling
Alternating between mountains and marshland
A self harming vampire, she always says
Of the tender kind, she always says
A compensation, she always says
For something too wild
For something too wild
For something too wild, something too wild
For something too wild
For something too wild in this way
Alternating mouth and thumb forest and human
Both transforming forest and humans
Producing nothing until are equals
I got afraid that I'd dug too deep
Stirred up something in the body
The glands of instinct, fear and desire
Clanking from a distant engine
Iron shafts and idler-wheels
And then there is release
Whatever it is you are doing to yourself
You are always performing some kind
Of internal construction work
I was a thumbsucker, what am I now
Am I a runaway, was I ever?
It's all in the wrist
Sketching out the wildscapes
Sucking on the church bells
The hunger of the clappers
Withdrawing word by word
Back into the rabbit hole