Lost Girls - Carried by Invisible Bodies lyrics
[Lost Girls - Carried by Invisible Bodies lyrics]
Storytelling story, storytelling
This is a story
Storytelling so, right now I feel like
There are two, there is like double fiction
So I'll try, I'll try to think what I was
What I was writing
I was writing something about how
It kind of feels like there are
Two layers of fiction right now
Because there is stuff I'm writing
Like for this
Which would normally be considered fiction
'cause it's something else
Like, it's not like I'm writing
An email or anything
Or speaking with someone about reality
I'm always speaking with someone else
I don't know who you are supposеd to be
But, it's like someonе that's not
Present at the other end
Someone who can't give anything back in
That way that is realistic, i guess
But even
Even my so-called realistic conversations
Are fictional right now
Because it's like, you know
Everything is cancelled
But it wasn't cancelled yesterday
Yesterday, everyone said that it would go on
And then today, it was cancelled
So everything I said yesterday
About that, then, would be fictional
What is this space, then?
Is this space somewhere that
Will then become true?
I guess that's why I've always been in music
And I've enjoyed recording
Because there, there has been some
Kind of potential of, of
How should I put it? Um
It is somehow contagious
But in some way you're not aware of
Carried by invisible bodies from
One person to another
You don't know how you're gonna react
And when you do react
You react with body parts you
Didn't know you had
Very small ones, like, you know
All the little hairs you don't
Normally feel in your body
All this is, what, I guess
The only story being told about reality
That really works is right now
We are given all these body parts
The responsibility of them
You know, your face, your mouth
The nose that you use
The narrative is a bit limited, perhaps
The narrative is don't touch them
So maybe I am here then to
Allow myself to touch them
This is a story
Storytelling so, right now I feel like
There are two, there is like double fiction
So I'll try, I'll try to think what I was
What I was writing
I was writing something about how
It kind of feels like there are
Two layers of fiction right now
Because there is stuff I'm writing
Like for this
Which would normally be considered fiction
'cause it's something else
Like, it's not like I'm writing
An email or anything
Or speaking with someone about reality
I'm always speaking with someone else
I don't know who you are supposеd to be
But, it's like someonе that's not
Present at the other end
Someone who can't give anything back in
That way that is realistic, i guess
But even
Even my so-called realistic conversations
Are fictional right now
Because it's like, you know
Everything is cancelled
But it wasn't cancelled yesterday
Yesterday, everyone said that it would go on
And then today, it was cancelled
So everything I said yesterday
About that, then, would be fictional
What is this space, then?
Is this space somewhere that
Will then become true?
I guess that's why I've always been in music
And I've enjoyed recording
Because there, there has been some
Kind of potential of, of
How should I put it? Um
It is somehow contagious
But in some way you're not aware of
Carried by invisible bodies from
One person to another
You don't know how you're gonna react
And when you do react
You react with body parts you
Didn't know you had
Very small ones, like, you know
All the little hairs you don't
Normally feel in your body
All this is, what, I guess
The only story being told about reality
That really works is right now
We are given all these body parts
The responsibility of them
You know, your face, your mouth
The nose that you use
The narrative is a bit limited, perhaps
The narrative is don't touch them
So maybe I am here then to
Allow myself to touch them