Fossora全碟歌词
1. Atopos (feat. Kasimyn)
Are these not just excuses to not connect?
Our differences are irrelevant
To only name the flaws
Are excuses to not connect
I bow to all that you've given me
Thank you for staying while we learn
To find our resonance where we do connect
To find our resonance where we do connect
If we don't grow outwards towards love
We'll implode inwards towards destruction
If my plant doesn't reach towards you
There's internal erosion towards all
Pursuing the light too hard is a form of hiding
Are these not just excuses to not connect?
Our differences are irrelevant
To insist on absolute justice at all times
It blocks connection
Our union is stronger, our union is stronger than us
Hope is a muscle
That allows us to connect
Hope is a muscle
Hope is a muscle
Hope is a muscle
Hope is a muscle
That allows us to connect
2. Ovule
I have placed a glass egg, above us floating
An oval ovule in a dark blood red void
Carries our digital selves, embracing and kissing
My skin-mud dense by you, I anchor our darks
I anchor our darks
Sleep with one eye open, watching our sub-selves
The keel of our ship, these obstacles are just teaching us
So we can merge even deeper into our own personal mineral
Fuse alloy, ship ahoy
The hostility a broken heart endures
The velocity of the injury is returned to the world
With the same grin showing teeth
When I was a girl I felt love was a building I marched towards
But deadly demonic divorces demolished the ideal
Now with your romantic intelligence, sensual tenderness
We dissolve old habits and place a glass egg above us floating
In the dark blooded oval void
Our lovemaking avatars in a shell
3. Mycelia (Instrumental)
4. Sorrowful Soil
Into sorrowful soil
(Sorrowful soil)
Our roots are dug
Into sorrowful soil
(Sorrowful soil)
Our roots are dug
Into sorrowful soil
Our roots are dug
Into sorrowful soil
(Sorrowful soil)
Our roots are dug
(Our roots are dug)
(Our roots are dug)
In a woman's lifetime
She gets four-hundred eggs
But only two or three nests
Woven with a mother's life force
(Woven with a mother's life force)
Emotional textile
(Woven with a mother's life force)
(Woven with a mother's life force)
Self-sacrificial
(Woven with a mother's life force)
This is emotional textile
Self-sacrificial
Self-sacrificial
Nihilism happening
Cut through this nihilism happening
You did well
You, you did your best
Well, you did your best
(You, you did well)
You did-did, did-did-did, did well
You did, did, did well
You did, did, did, did, did, did well
You did well
5. Ancestress
(feat. Sindri Eldon)
My skull, it 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 hope keeper
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 freeform
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, it didn't
You see with your own eyes
But hear with your mother's
There's fear of being absorbed
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
6. Fagurt Er Í Fjörðum
Fagurt er í fjörðum
þá frelsarinn lánar veðrið blítt heyið grænt í görðum
Grös og heilagfiskið nýtt
En þegar vetur að oss fer að sveigja veit ég enga verri sveit um veraldarreit menn og dýr þá deyja
7. Victimhood
Victimhood
I heed the call
To step out of victimhood
Has a saintly glow holier than thou
It erased my shadow, shadow
Only bird's-eye view can help me transcend this archetype
Who am I that this is is has happened to?
Victimhood
Rejection it left a void that is never ever satisfied
Sunk into victimhood
Felt the world owed me love
Only bird's-eye view can help me transgress out of this hole
Who am I that this is is has happened to?
To transgress us beyond our tragedy
I took one for the team
I sacrificed myself to safe us
I rejected myself
Sacrificed myself
Felt sorry for myself
To transgress us beyond our tragedy
I sacrificed myself to
To transgress us beyond our tragedy
I sacrificed myself
Victimhood
I heed a call out of victimhood
Victimhood
Out of out of out of victimhood
Here I go now
8. Allow
(feat. Emilie Nicolas)
The warm open wind on my skin
Primordial plant glistening with moisture
With moisture, direct it at me
Erect my hair fossilized with salt and crust
Allow, allow, allow
Allow you to grow
Allow, allow, allow, allow
Allow, allow, allow
Allow me, me to grow
I look up at the treetops
I will braid those twigs together
Create a cathedral ceiling above me
How I long to float there midair
Between the branches amongst impossible magic
Allow, allow, allow
Allow, allow you to grow
Allow it to happen
Allow, allow, allow
Allow, allow
I made a moon
A translucent one
I'ma put it out and let it out for someone like you
How mysterious I must feel to you
The universe and the sky too
My little phoenix
When you burst out a song from my lips
9. Fungal City
(feat. serpentwithfeet)
Fungal cities subterranean
Curve the forest floor
We walk on this sunken mystery
Trunks bursting through the moss from
Should I soften the blow of life on him?
Cottonwool cocoon him?
His capacity for love is enormous
His vibrant optimism happens to be my faith too
His body calligraphs the space above my bed
Horizontal signature on my skin
I'm in rapture, ooh
Perfumed velvet darkness
Should I soften the blow of life on him?
Should I soften the blow of life on him?
Cottonwool cocoon him?
His capacity for love is enormous
His celebrational intelligence is ridiculous
His capacity for love encourages me to have
Capacity for love (Is enormous)
His vitality repolarises me
My north/south shifts to east/west
Capacity for love
For love
Capacity for love
Capacity for love
10. Trölla-Gabba (Instrumental)
11. Freefall
Freefall
I let myself freefall
Into your arms
Into the shape of the love we created
Our emotional hammock
Safe inside the fabric of this love-woven membrane
Everytime we kiss
Share songs and films
Hike mountains and beaches
Our joined presence gains form
Our affections captured in a structure
Visceral sculpting of our love into space
If we cling to what we used to be it will burn our soul
We'll get hurt
Unless there is absolute trust
Then we will become one
Become one
Our solar systems coalesced
Softly surrendered into itself formed a nebulous cloud
A gentle meeting of gas and dust
We amalgamate
Arctic persian compassionate
Illuminate, illuminate, illuminate, illuminate, illuminate
12. Fossora
Fossora
Her nerves spread like wings at mycelium speed
Into the atmosphere spores everywhere
Fossora
Fossora
Fossora
For millions of years we've been ejecting our spors seedlings and sprouts
Are shot into the ground
Fossora
Fossora
Fossora
Her fossorial claw digs downwards dissolves old pain dug down to rot decomposes debris decrades sorrows, hair and hooves
Fossora
Fossora
Fossora
At last
We stayed in one place long enough to shoot down deep hyphae roots that penetrate concrete and plastic (fossora...)
Even though the ground is burnt underneath monumental growth (fossora...)
13. Her Mother’s House
(feat. ísadóra bjarkardóttir barney)
A space in your voice shows the scale of your compassion
The tone of your voice reveals the space you give up there
The more I love you
The stronger you become
The less you need me (Less you need)
A dry voice comes from a stingy heart
But a voiced voice comes from abundance
The more I love you (Your voice)
The battle you will survive
The more freedom I give you
A mother’s house has a room for each child
She’s only describing the interior of her heart
A ballon painted with red clay
With lubrication, will not cry
But then inflated, it floats
Undo, undo, undo, undo, undo
Fortune of her heart
