If you wake up / And the day feels broken / Just lean into the crack
BJORKPeople are always going to need physicality; they’re going to want to meet other people even more. I’ve got faith in the physical angle. People have their needs. They won’t forget about them.
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If nothing else, I have money.
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There is this stereotype of Icelanders all believing in spirits, and I’ve played up to that a bit in interviews.
BJORKThere is this stereotype of Icelanders all believing in spirits, and I’ve played up to that a bit in interviews.
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Bob Corker
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Football is a fertility festival. Eleven sperm trying to get into the egg. I feel sorry for the goalkeeper.
BJORKFootball is a fertility festival. Eleven sperm trying to get into the egg. I feel sorry for the goalkeeper.
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People that complete other people’s vision are understated.
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For a person as obsessed with music as I am, I always hear a song in the back of my head, all the time, and that usually is my own tune. I’ve done that all my life.
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You shouldn’t let poets lie to you.
BJORKYou shouldn’t let poets lie to you.
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I’m a fountain of blood. In the shape of a girl.
BJORKI’m a fountain of blood. In the shape of a girl.
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I do try and wear stuff by unknown designers, and I make sure I pay because if nothing else I have money.
BJORKI do try and wear stuff by unknown designers, and I make sure I pay because if nothing else I have money.
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We’re always mourning things that have died. It’s a bit much sometimes. These studios have no fresh air, and there’s this unwritten rule that they don’t have windows, either.
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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.
BJORKi’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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