jenny hval lyrics
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Swipe with two fingers
Like you were kicking feet underwater, or under the earth
To get up to the surface
Swipe with two fingers
Like you were kicking feet underwater, or under the earth
To get up to the surface
November 11, 2025 at 10:25 AM
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Swipe with two fingers
Like you were kicking feet underwater, or under the earth
To get up to the surface
Swipe with two fingers
Like you were kicking feet underwater, or under the earth
To get up to the surface
When I listen deep, I'm not my owner
Maybe I never was
Maybe I never was
November 11, 2025 at 9:21 AM
When I listen deep, I'm not my owner
Maybe I never was
Maybe I never was
I just need a sign
Any recognition is a reward
Because I love you
Any recognition is a reward
Because I love you
November 11, 2025 at 8:19 AM
I just need a sign
Any recognition is a reward
Because I love you
Any recognition is a reward
Because I love you
Keep a steady gaze
When I'm near you become someone else
When I'm near you become someone else
November 11, 2025 at 7:15 AM
Keep a steady gaze
When I'm near you become someone else
When I'm near you become someone else
How do you kiss, how do you kiss
A piece of marble
Or a piece of gold?
A piece of marble
Or a piece of gold?
November 11, 2025 at 6:10 AM
How do you kiss, how do you kiss
A piece of marble
Or a piece of gold?
A piece of marble
Or a piece of gold?
Come with me
Fall into the wildscape
Reverse the church bells
Fall into the wildscape
Reverse the church bells
November 11, 2025 at 5:09 AM
Come with me
Fall into the wildscape
Reverse the church bells
Fall into the wildscape
Reverse the church bells
Pearls roll-roll in the shell at night
Little rocks on a crusted tongue
Little rocks on a crusted tongue
November 11, 2025 at 4:05 AM
Pearls roll-roll in the shell at night
Little rocks on a crusted tongue
Little rocks on a crusted tongue
There must be some kind of art form
Where I can call my blood
Where I can call my blood
November 11, 2025 at 3:05 AM
There must be some kind of art form
Where I can call my blood
Where I can call my blood
I reach out for a vowel, and it's so soft
I cannot distinguish a 'Y' from a thigh
I cannot distinguish a 'Y' from a thigh
November 11, 2025 at 2:04 AM
I reach out for a vowel, and it's so soft
I cannot distinguish a 'Y' from a thigh
I cannot distinguish a 'Y' from a thigh
Teeth gnaw-gnaw at the breast at night
Moss-grown palms under paper skin
Feet kicking through the coffin wood
Moss-grown palms under paper skin
Feet kicking through the coffin wood
November 11, 2025 at 1:01 AM
Teeth gnaw-gnaw at the breast at night
Moss-grown palms under paper skin
Feet kicking through the coffin wood
Moss-grown palms under paper skin
Feet kicking through the coffin wood
It is an act of love
He enters you through your body
His voice is an act of love
His eyes through you like holy water
He enters you through your body
His voice is an act of love
His eyes through you like holy water
November 11, 2025 at 12:01 AM
It is an act of love
He enters you through your body
His voice is an act of love
His eyes through you like holy water
He enters you through your body
His voice is an act of love
His eyes through you like holy water
And I have something better
I want something better
We all want something better
We are something better
I want something better
We all want something better
We are something better
November 10, 2025 at 11:03 PM
And I have something better
I want something better
We all want something better
We are something better
I want something better
We all want something better
We are something better
And you see tagged-over posters with faces out of frame
Boarded up windows that watch you walk away
All things abandoned are following your steps
Associating from space to emptiness
Boarded up windows that watch you walk away
All things abandoned are following your steps
Associating from space to emptiness
November 10, 2025 at 9:01 PM
And you see tagged-over posters with faces out of frame
Boarded up windows that watch you walk away
All things abandoned are following your steps
Associating from space to emptiness
Boarded up windows that watch you walk away
All things abandoned are following your steps
Associating from space to emptiness
From Tvedestrand, my white gown that curls around the harbour fetal-style.
I never was a girly girl, forgive me!
I never was a girly girl, forgive me!
November 10, 2025 at 7:59 PM
From Tvedestrand, my white gown that curls around the harbour fetal-style.
I never was a girly girl, forgive me!
I never was a girly girl, forgive me!
Accept the risk
November 10, 2025 at 6:59 PM
Accept the risk
I find spiders everywhere
They show me cracks in the corners
The expanding universe
They show me cracks in the corners
The expanding universe
November 10, 2025 at 5:55 PM
I find spiders everywhere
They show me cracks in the corners
The expanding universe
They show me cracks in the corners
The expanding universe
I am threatening to some
Like an empty body
Must be explained
But not explored
Like an empty body
Must be explained
But not explored
November 10, 2025 at 4:55 PM
I am threatening to some
Like an empty body
Must be explained
But not explored
Like an empty body
Must be explained
But not explored
O, Heaven, I'm standing in a graveyard of girls
O, Tvedestrand
O, white gown
O, Tvedestrand
O, white gown
November 10, 2025 at 3:54 PM
O, Heaven, I'm standing in a graveyard of girls
O, Tvedestrand
O, white gown
O, Tvedestrand
O, white gown
It's still dawn, but the sun is rising
Shapes are appearing
And colours are slowly being painted onto the cars
In the parking lot and on her internal organs
Shapes are appearing
And colours are slowly being painted onto the cars
In the parking lot and on her internal organs
November 10, 2025 at 2:51 PM
It's still dawn, but the sun is rising
Shapes are appearing
And colours are slowly being painted onto the cars
In the parking lot and on her internal organs
Shapes are appearing
And colours are slowly being painted onto the cars
In the parking lot and on her internal organs
Conceptual romance is you
It's you and I
It's you and I
November 10, 2025 at 1:51 PM
Conceptual romance is you
It's you and I
It's you and I
It's so loud
And I get so afraid
So I start speaking
And I get so afraid
So I start speaking
November 10, 2025 at 12:47 PM
It's so loud
And I get so afraid
So I start speaking
And I get so afraid
So I start speaking
I hate 'love' in my own language.
It contains the entire word 'honesty' inside it, which makes it sound religious, protestant, hierarchic, purified.
The word 'love' comes in the way of love, and makes me want to say sorry.
It contains the entire word 'honesty' inside it, which makes it sound religious, protestant, hierarchic, purified.
The word 'love' comes in the way of love, and makes me want to say sorry.
November 10, 2025 at 11:44 AM
I hate 'love' in my own language.
It contains the entire word 'honesty' inside it, which makes it sound religious, protestant, hierarchic, purified.
The word 'love' comes in the way of love, and makes me want to say sorry.
It contains the entire word 'honesty' inside it, which makes it sound religious, protestant, hierarchic, purified.
The word 'love' comes in the way of love, and makes me want to say sorry.
Can you feel the sweater tag itching
Pulling at the neck where I tied your threads together?
Pulling at the neck where I tied your threads together?
November 10, 2025 at 10:42 AM
Can you feel the sweater tag itching
Pulling at the neck where I tied your threads together?
Pulling at the neck where I tied your threads together?
O I need the fire, the rushing of the fire
Release me from the night
Release me from the night
November 10, 2025 at 9:42 AM
O I need the fire, the rushing of the fire
Release me from the night
Release me from the night