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Una Sveinbjarnardóttir
Una Sveinbjarnardóttir
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Laura Liu
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Ingrid Karlsdottir
Ingrid Karlsdottir
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Geirþrúður Ása Guðjónsdóttir
Geirþrúður Ása Guðjónsdóttir
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Sigurður Bjarki Gunnarsson
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Julia Mogensen
Julia Mogensen
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Xun Yang
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soraya nayyar
soraya nayyar
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Helga Thóra Björgvinsdóttir
Helga Thóra Björgvinsdóttir
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Jake Miller
Jake Miller
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Ragnheiður Ingunn Jóhannsdóttir
Ragnheiður Ingunn Jóhannsdóttir
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Sindri Eldon
Sindri Eldon
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Þórunn Ósk Marinósdóttir
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Łucja Koczot
Łucja Koczot
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Björk
Björk
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Sindri Eldon
Sindri Eldon
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Björk
Björk
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Bergur Þórisson
Bergur Þórisson
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Gestur Sveinsson
Gestur Sveinsson
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Jake Miller
Jake Miller
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My skull 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 hopekeeper 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 free form She invents words and adds syllables Hand-writing, 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 Oh, 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 odour of our final parting Those have been The perfumes of separation For centuries The perfumes of separation For centuries Ancestress Nature wrote this psalm It expands this realm Translucent skin Let go of a cold palm embalmed
Writer(s): Bjork Gudmundsdottir Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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