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	MOTORCRASH Riding on my bicycle I saw a motorcrash, a proper motorcrash lots of spectators. I rushed to the centre see the injured parents, cuts on the children, an awful motorcrash. Dangerous motorcrash Terribly bloody; motorcrash, destructive motorcrash. Took the mother, sneaked with her secretly went to my home, nursed her gently put on her bandages, gave her milk and biscuits, she sighed pleasantly after this awful motorcrash. "That girl on that bicycle showed great interest in all the motorcrashes in the neighbourhood, she look quite innocent, but believe you me I know what innocence looks like and it wasn't there; after she got that bicycle." Then we disguised ourselves, took a taxi to her home, when her husband opened the door she introduced her-self, he said "where have you been all this time?"
		Wolrd Rumble BIRTHDAY She lives in this house over there, has her world outside it. Grapples with 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. She's got one friend he lives next door, they listen to the weather. He knows how many freckles she's got, she scratches his beard. She's painting huge books, glues them together, they saw a big raven; it glided down the sky--she touched it. Today's a birthday--they're smocking cigars, he got a chain of flowers, sows a bird in her knickers, they're sucking cigars, lie in the bathtub, chain of flowers.
	BJÖRK POST (1995) YOU'VE BEEN FLIRTING AGAIN All that she said was true All that she said was true Give her some time Give her some space All that she said was true All that she meant was good All that she meant was good Give her some time Give her some space All that she meant was good How you reacted was right How you reacted was right Give her some time Give her some space How you reacted was right
		SUGARCUBES AMMÆLI (ICELANDIC VERSION OF 'BIRTHDAY') Hún á heima í húsinu þarna þar heim fyrir utan Grabblar í mold með fingrunum Og munninum, hún er fimm ára þræðir orma upp á bönd Geymir köngulær í vasanum Safnar fluguvængjum í krús Skrúbbar hrossaflugur Og klemmir þær á snúru Ohhh... Hún á einn vin, hann býr í næsta húsi þau eru að hlusta á veðrið Hann veit hvað margar freknur hún er með Hún klórar í skeggið hans Hún mála þungar bækur Og límir þær saman Hún sá stóran borða Hann sveif niður himininn Hún snerti hann! Ohhh... Í dag er afmæli þau sjúga vindla Hann ber blómakeðju Og hann saumar fugl í nærbuxurnar hennar Ohhh... þau sjúga vindla... þau liggja í baðkari... í dag er hennar dagur... Tam, tam, tam-a-tam-a-tam...
	BJÖRK PAGAN POETRY (VESPERTINE) It danced through The dark currents I find; An accurate copy A blueprint of the pleasures A secret code carved A secret code carved He offers a handshake Creatures 5 fingers, They form a pattern Yet to be mapped On a search for simplicity By the darkest paint in me It’s Pagan Poetry Pagan Poetry More coded signals, They pulsate They wake me up, From my hibernating On the search for simplicity By the darkest paint in me It’s pagan poetry Pagan poetry I love him 8 She loves 32 This time I’m going to keep me all to myself He makes me want to cut myself up