paroles de chanson Thumbsucker - Jenny Hval

Come with me
Fall into the wildscape
Reverse the church bells
Swiping in the mud
With two fingers
And one in your mouth, wandering

I was a thumbsucker, what am I now?
I was a thumbsucker, what am I now?
Am I a traveller, was I ever?
Or do I just color 'round the clear lines?
Do I just turn away from every confrontation?

Biting until bleeding (she says she knows)
This is my strange voice (she says she's close)
Once I was a thumbsucker (doesn't say to what)
Once I was a runaway (the forest is all sorts of forests, it seems)
Hid in tight places (to be adapting itself)
World War II bunkers (she says)
Found secret tree huts (alternating)
Spiraling (between mountains and marshland)
A self-harming vampire, she always says
Of the tender kind, she always says
Compensation, she always says
For something too wild (for something too wild)
Something too wild
Something too wild (in this way)
Something too wild
Something too wild

Alternating mouth and thumb
Forest and human
Both transforming
Producing nothing (forest and humans)
Until (are equals)

I got afraid that I'd dug too deep
Stirred up something in the body
The glands of instinct, fear and desire
Clanking from a distant engine
Iron shafts and idler-wheels
And then there is release

Whatever it is you are doing to yourself
You are always performing some kind of internal construction work

I was a thumbsucker, what am I now?
Am I a runaway, was I ever?
It's all in the wrist
Sketching out the wildscapes
Sucking on church bells
The hunger of the clappers
Withdrawing word by word
Back into the rabbit hole