It’s funny how the hippies and the punks tried to get rid of the conservatives, but they always seem to get the upper hand in the end.
BJORKIt’s funny how the hippies and the punks tried to get rid of the conservatives, but they always seem to get the upper hand in the end.
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If you were really good and practiced your violin for a few hours a day for ten years you might be invited to this VIP elite club.
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People are always asking me about eskimos, but there are no eskimos in Iceland.
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There are certain emotions in your body that not even your best friend can sympathize with, but you will find the right film or the right book, and it will understand you.
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You shouldn’t let poets lie to you.
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Seventy per cent humidity is ideal for vocal cords.
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Solar power, wind power, the way forward is to collaborate with nature – it’s the only way we are going to get to the other end of the 21st century.
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I love being a very personal singer-songwriter, but I also like being a scientist or explorer.
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When I write a song, I see a tunnel, and then the chorus is an open space, or the bassline is doing this shape. I see songs as a more of a geometric, spacial experience.
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I’ve been traveling in Guatemala in the rainforest, and here all these houses are made of sticks. It seems so easy to make one.
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When I started writing, I fought against it. I thought it was way too boring and predictable. But most of the time, it just happens; there’s nothing you can do. You have to let it be what it is.
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Everything that a guy says once, you have to say five times.
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Now that rock is turning 50, it’s become classical in itself. It’s interesting to see that development.
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I’m not as religious as some people about “the album.” To be honest, that was a product of a format. You had vinyl, and you could fit five songs on each side, and that’s 45 minutes.
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If you wake up / And the day feels broken / Just lean into the crack
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i’m back at my cliff still throwing things off i listen to the sounds they make on their way down i follow him with my eyes ’till they crash imagine what my body would sound like slamming against those rocks.
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