Life's too good '88

01.  Traitor

02.  Motorcrash *

03. Birthday *

04.  Delicious Demon

05.  Mama

06.  Coldsweat*

07.  Blue eyed pop

08.  Deus *

09.  Sick For Toys

10.  Fucking In Rythym & Sorrow

11.  Take Some Petrol Darling 

| • Sugarcubes| • Lyrics |• Discography | • PreBjörk | • Björk |

Traitor

Einar
But, I'll teach the little angles
I'll take the harp away
But I'll teach them how to use the harmonica
I'll just do something like....

My punctuality is well known
When the revolution takes place
I'll be late And
I'll be shot as a traitor

Björk
When the sun rises

Einar
When the sun rises
I will not see
I regret nothing
It was worth it
Going through life without a timepiece
Did pay off

Björk
The sun rises

Einar
My reward to be free
And alone even now at the pillar
Blindfold at sunrise
Hearing the drums
Of Catalan beating my time away

Björk
The sun rises I will not see

Einar
My heartbeat keeps time
With the drums.
but soon my only pulse will fade away

Björk
The sun rises I will not see

Einar
I smile just knowing
When the sun rises
I will not see.

 

Motorcrash

Björk
Riding on my bicycle
I saw a motorcrash
A proper motorcrash
Lots of spectators
I rushed to the center
Saw the injured parents
Cuts on the children
An awful motorcrash
So dangerous motorcrash
So terribly bloody
Motorcrash
Destructive motorcrash
I took the mother
Sneaked with her secretly
All the way to my home
And nursed her gently
I put on her bandages, gave her
Milk and biscuits
She sighed pleasantly after this
Awful motorcrash
So dangerous, dangerous
Motorcrash
Motrocrash
Destructive motorcrash

Einar
That girl on that bicycle
Showed great interest
In all the motorcrashes in the neighbourhood
She look quite innocent

Björk
Then we disguised ourselves
Took a taxi to her home
When her husband answered the door
She introduced herself
He said "Where have you been all this time?"

Einar
Believe you-me
I know what inoccent looks like
She showed great interest
After she got that bicycle

 

 

Birthday

Bjork

She lives in this house over there
Has her world outside it
Scrapples in the earth with her fingers and her mouth
She's five years old

Thread worms on a string
Keeps spiders in her pocket
Collects fly wings in a jar
Scrubs horse flies
And pinches them on a line
Ohhh...

She has one friend, he lives next door
They're listenening to the weather
He knows how many freckles she's got
She scratches his beard

She's painting huge books
And glues them together
They saw a big raven
It glided down the sky
She touched it
Ohh...

Today is a birthday
They're smoking cigars
He's got a chain of flowers
And sows a bird in her knickers
Ohhh...

They're smoking cigars
They lie in the bathtub
A chain of ... flowers

 

Delicious Demon

Björk
Heeeeeeee how!
He how!
He how!

Einar
One person calls someone
To pour the water,
Because it takes two to pour the water,

Björk
To plough takes two as well,
But only one to hold up the sky.

Einar
To plough takes two as well,
But only one to hold up the sky.

Einar
One plays the harp, beats a rock with a stick,

Björk
One plays the harp, beats a rock with a stick,
Becomes a priest at least, a delicious demon.
Hee how!, hee how!, hee how!

Einar
Least, a delicious demon.

Björk
Delicious demon, delicious demon,
Delicious demon, delicious demon

Björk
Two men need one money
But one money needs no man,
One is on ones knees, loses ones head,
Except maybe a delicious demon, hee how!

Einar
Two men need one money
But one money needs no man,

Einar
Two men need no money
But one money needs no man
One is on ones knees
Looses one head
Except maybe a
Delicious demon

Björk
Then one is no longer
Then one is no longer
Then one is no longer
No longer!

Björk & Einar
Delicious demon
Delicious demon
Delicious, oh here he comes again waouh!
Delicious demon
Delicious demon!
So Delicious!

 

Mama

Björk

I saw a woman walking down my street,
Walking with grace, so beautifully carefully,
She's a big and pretty mother, big and pretty mother,
Swinging her handbag back and forth so joyfully.
She's drawing circles with her breasts in her jumper.

Give me a big mother, huge and loving one,
I can crawl upon and cling to ...

She's a large woman, warm and cuddly
Wet lady, strong mother.
She's walking down the street in front of my window
Whistling funky tunes in the ears of my neighbours.

Give me a big mother, one that would always want me,
Hot embracing mother, I can crawl upon and cling
to ...

You can't be safer can't be more secure
Than with a breast in each palm,
With a breast in each palm,
That's the way I was born
And that's the way I want to die.

Give me a big mother, soft and wet one,
That would caress me
In all those special places.
Where's a strong mother,
One that squeezes me,
One I can crawl.

 

Coldsweat

Einar
Meat meat blood blood
Sweat sweat meat!

Björk
I close the door
Shouldn't burn yet
The wires get hotter
Palms are glowing

This is hot meat
This is metallic blood
This is hot meat
This is open sweat

I'll show you with my fingers
Draw with the eye
With your own breath
I'll tear your lungs

Here is hot meat
This is metallic blood
Here is hot meat
This is open sweat

Einar
This side of the blackest meadows
I make my winter dwelling
And crush my bones

Björk
This is hot meat
This is metallic blood
This is ...hot meat!

I'll sail out the window
I'll walk down the edge
I will not finish
'Till I'm fully satisfied

This is hot meat
This is metallic blood
This is hot meat
This is open sweat

 

Blue Eyed Pop

Einar
This blue eyed pop
It's just fabulous to go twisting,

Björk
Twisting.

Einar
Boogieing, in beat with

Björk
Beat with

Einar
The thousand
pound

Einar & Björk
Snare sound.

Einar
After boogieing
We all crave for a hot-dog spashed with noise

Bjork
Noise

Einar
Queue and spew then back home to our

Einar & Björk
Love nest

Einar
Need I say more.
Oh! This blue eyed pop is just pure ecstasy.

Björk
This is too much fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun
Everyone is so close to laughing,
This kind of joy won't last,

Something wonderful is about to happen
I feel perfectly ready
Don't know yet what it is
But i'll look inside this disco! Waouh!

This is so hot hot!
Oh, we melt together
Like tigers
And we're dancing
Together

 

Deus

Björk
Deus does not exit.
But if he does, he lives in the sky above me,
In the fattest largest cloud up there.
He's whiter than white and cleaner then clean.
He wants to reach me.

Deus does not exist.
But if he does I always notice him.
Getting ready in his airy room.
He's picking his gloves so gently off.
He wants to touch me.

I'm walking humbly down a tiny street
Pulling my collar it gets bigger, woooh

Einar
I once met him,
It really surprised me,
He put me in a bath tub,
Made me squeeky clean,
Really clean.

Björk
To create a universe
You must taste
The forbidden fruit.

Einar
He said hi. I said hi,
I was still clean.

Björk
Deus does not exist,
But if he does he'd want to get down from that cloud,
First marzipan fingers then marble hands,
More silent than silence and slower than slow,
Diving towards me.

My collar is huge room for two hands,
They start at the chest and move slowly down.

Einar
I thought I had seen everything,
He wasn't white and fluffy,
He just had side burns,
He just had side burns,
And a quiff,
He said hi.
I said hi. I was still clean,
I was squeeky clean.
I was surprised.
Just as you would be.

Einar & Björk
Deus, Deus, Deus, Deus
Björk
He does not exist

( Repeat 'til the end )

 

Sick For Toys

Björk
Veik I Leikfang
Ve-e-eik I Leikfa-ang

Einar
This girl I know she's sick for toys, sick for toys.
She needs a new toy, a brand new toy,
She's tired of her old toy's.
She's got a big house
Full of old toys
What can she do?
She needs a new toy.

Björk
Sick sick sick for toys,
Sick sick sick for toys.

Einar
She's sick, sick for toys

Einar
She disposes of her old toys
She ... needs a new toy
And in a small garden she finds a small boy.
She smiles, she's happy she found her new toy a small boy.
She's sick for toy, she needs a new toy,
To watch her comb her hair, comb all of her hair,

Björk
Sick sick sick for toys,
Sick sick sick for toys.

Einar
She's sick, sick for toys
She's sick, sick for toys
She's really sick for toys

Einar
This girl I know found a new toy,
A boy she used him to watch her comb hair
Day in day out, night in night out,
She really was sick for toy,
In the end she fell asleep
The boy cut off her hair, all of her hair,
She was bald, she might not now be sick for toys.

 

Fucking In Rhythm And Sorrow

Björk


A divorced lady arrives home from a bar
Guess, guess what she sees, sees there
There is a naked person in my flat!
He's got a weird expression on his face!
Oh my god and jesus as well!
W-what are you doing here?
Are you hurting your chest?
Offending yourself?
Forcing yourself into pain and sorrow like there is no tomorrow?
You should use the pain and sorrow
To fill you up with power
Life's both sweet and sour!

He looks at me hopeless with tears in his eyes
Goes out of the window and up on the roof
Naked man, naked man calm down!
I-I'll give you some strawberry cake

Don't act like there is no tomorrow
You should use the pain and the sorrow
To fill you up with power
Life's both sweet and sour!

Aaaaaow!
Life's both sweet and sour!
Life's both sweet and sour!
Life's both sweet and sour!
Don't act
Don't act
Don't act-act

Like there's no tomorrow!
You should use the pain and sorrow
To fill you up with power
Life's both sweet and sour

Don't act like there is no tomorrow
You should use the pain and sorrow
To fill you up with power
Life's both sweet and sour

Ta ta ta ooh woah!
oooh...ooh....
Life's both sweet and sour
Life's both sweet and sour

 

TAKTU BENSÍN ELSKAN


Taktu bensín elskan
það er allt bannað hvort sem er
taktu bensín elskan

Taktu bensín elskan
allt bannað hvort sem er
taktu bensín

Loftvogin fellur
í gulan sandinn
og borgir þarna stop
borgir þarna stoppa' en það skiptir engu máli
það er allt bannað hvort sem er

Taktu bensín elskan
allt bannað hvort sem er
taktu bensín elskan

 

TAKE SOME PETROL DARLING

Take some petrol darling
everything's forbidden anyway
take some petrol darling

Take some petrol darling
all forbidden anyway
take some petrol

The barometer falls
into the yellow sand
and cities over there stop
cities over there stop but it doesn't matter
everything's forbidden anyway

Take some petrol, darling
everything's forbidden anyway
take some petrol, darling

 

 

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