The Sugarcubes Album

Einar
But, I'll teach the little angles
I'll take the harp away
But I'll teach them how to use the harmonica
I'll just do something like....

My punctuality is well known
When the revolution takes place
I'll be late And
I'll be shot as a traitor

Björk
When the sun rises

Einar
When the sun rises
I will not see
I regret nothing
It was worth it
Going through life without a timepiece
Did pay off

Björk
The sun rises

Einar
My reward to be free
And alone even now at the pillar
Blindfold at sunrise
Hearing the drums
Of Catalan beating my time away

Björk
The sun rises I will not see

Einar
My heartbeat keeps time
With the drums.
but soon my only pulse will fade away

Björk
The sun rises I will not see

Einar
I smile just knowing
When the sun rises
I will not see.

Björk
Riding on my bicycle,
I saw a motorcrash,
A proper motorcrash,
And lots of spectators,
I rushed to the centre
Saw the injured parents,
Cuts on the children,
An awful motorcrash.

Dangerous motorcrash,
Terribly bloody motorcrash,
Destructive motorcrash.
Oh oh oh.

Took the mother,
Sneaked with her secretly
All the way to my home,
And nursed her gently
Put on her bandages,gave her
Milk and biscuits,
She sighed pleasantly after this
Awful motorcrash.

It's a dangerous dangerous motorcrash,
Terribly bloody motorcrash,
Destructive motorcrash.
Oh oh oh.

Einar
That girl on that bicycle showed great interest in all the motorcrashes
in the neighbourhood, she looked quite innocent.

Björk
Then we disguised ourselves,
Took a taxi to her home,
When her husband opened the door
She introduced herself, he said
"Where have you been all this time?"

Einar
But believe you me
I know what innocence looks like
And it wasn't there,
After she got that bicycle.

She lives in this house over there
Has her world outside it
Scrabbles in the earth with her fingers and her mouth
She's five years old

Threads worms on a string
Keeps spiders in her pocket
Collects fly wings in a jar
Scrubs horse flies
And pinches them on a line
Ohhh...

She has one friend, he lives next door
They're listening to the weather
He knows how many freckles she's got
She scratches his beard

She's painting huge books
And glues them together
They saw a big raven
It glided down the sky
She touched it
Ohhh...

Today is a birthday
They're smoking cigars
He's got a chain of flowers
And sews a bird in her knickers
Ohhh...

They're smoking cigars
They lie in the bathtub
A chain of... flowers

Tam, tam, tam-a-tam-a-tam...

Björk
Heeeeeeee how!
He how!
He how!

Einar
One person calls someone
To pour the water,
because it takes two to pour the water,

Björk
To plough takes two as well,
But only one to hold up the sky.

Einar
To plough takes two as well,
But only one to hold up the sky.

Einar
One plays the harp, beats a rock with a stick,

Björk
One plays the harp, beats a rock with a stick,
Becomes a priest at least, a delicious demon.

Einar
Least, a delicious demon.

Björk
Delicious demon, delicious demon,
Delicious demon, delicious demon

Björk
Two men need one money
But one money needs no man,
One is on ones knees, loses ones head,
Except maybe a delicious demon.

Einar
Two men need one money
But one money needs no man,

Einar and Björk
One is on ones knees, loses ones head,
Except maybe a delicious demon.
Then one is no longer, then one is no longer

Björk
No longer!
Delicious demon, oh, delicious demon,
Oh delicious, delicious demon...
So delicious!

I saw a woman walking down my street,
Walking with grace, so beautifully carefully,
She's a big and pretty mother, big and pretty mother,
Swinging her handbag back and forth so joyfully.
She's drawing circles with her breasts in her jumper.

Give me a big mother, huge and loving one,
I can crawl upon and cling to ...

She's a large woman, warm and cuddly
Wet lady, strong mother.
She's walking down the street in front of my window
Whistling funky tunes in the ears of my neighbours.

Give me a big mother, one that would always want me,
Hot embracing mother, I can crawl upon and cling to ...

You can't be safer can't be more secure
Than with a breast in each palm,
With a breast in each palm,
That's the way I was born
And that's the way I want to die.

Give me a big mother, soft and wet one,
That would caress me
In all those special places.
Where's a strong mother,
One that squeezes me,
One I can crawl.

Björk
I close the door,
Shouldn't burn yet,
The wires get hotter
Palms are glowing.

Björk
This is hot meat metallic blood,
This is hot meat, this is open sweat.

Björk
Show you with my fingers,
Draw with the eye,
With your own breath,
I tear your lungs

Björk
Here is hot meat, this is metallic blood,
This is hot meat, this is open sweat.

Einar
Out this side of the blackest meadows
I make my winter dwelling and crush my bones.

Björk
This is hot meat, this is metallic blood,
This is hot meat,

Björk
I'll sail out the window
I'll walk down the henge
I will not finish
Till I'm fully satisfied.

Björk
This is hot meat, this is metallic blood,
This is hot meat, this is open sweat.

Einar
This blue eyed pop
It's just fabulous to go twisting,

Björk
Twisting.

Einar
Boogieing, in beat with

Björk
Beat with

Einar
the thousand pound

Einar and Björk
Snare sound.

Einar
After boogieing
We all crave for a hot-dog spashed with noise ( noise ),
Queue and spew then back home to our love nest,
Need I say more.
Oh! This blue eyed pop is just pure ecstasy.

Björk
This is too much fun, fun, fun,
Everyone is so close to laughing,
This kind of joy won't last,

Björk
Something wonderful is about to happen.
I feel perfectly ready don't know yet what it is,
I will look here inside this disco, this is so hot hot,
We melt together like tigers and we are dancing together.

Björk
Deus does not exist.
But if he does, he lives in the sky above me,
In the fattest largest cloud up there.
He's whiter than white and cleaner then clean.
He wants to reach me.

Deus does not exist.
But if he does I always notice him.
Getting ready in his airy room.
He's picking his gloves so gently off.
He wants to touch me.

I'm walking humbly down a tiny street
Pulling my collar it gets bigger, whoooh

Einar
I once met him,
It really surprised me,
He put me in a bath tub,
Made me squeaky clean,
Really clean.

Björk
To create a universe
You must taste
The forbidden fruit.

Einar
He said hi. I said hi,
I was still clean.

Björk
Deus does not exist,
But if he does he'd want to get down from that cloud,
First marzipan fingers then marble hands,
More silent than silence and slower than slow,
Diving towards me.

My collar is huge room for two hands,
They start at the chest and move slowly down.

Einar
I thought I had seen everything,
He wasn't white and fluffy,
He just had side burns,
He just had side burns,
And a quiff,
He said hi.
I said hi. I was still clean,
I was squeaky clean.
I was surprised.
Just as you would be.

Einar and Björk
Deus, Deus, Deus, Deus
Björk
He does not exist

Einar and Björk
Deus, Deus
Björk
He does not exist
( Repeat till the end )

Björk
Veik I Leikfang
Ve-e-eik I Leikfa-ang

Einar
This girl I know she's sick for toys, sick for toys.
She needs a new toy, a brand new toy,
She's tired of her old toy's.
She's got a big house
Full of old toys
What can she do?
She needs a new toy.

Björk
Sick sick sick for toys,
Sick sick sick for toys.

Einar
She's sick, sick for toys

She disposes of her old toys
She ... needs a new toy
And in a small garden she finds a small boy.
She smiles, she's happy she found her new toy a small boy.
She's sick for toy, she needs a new toy,
To watch her comb her hair, comb all of her hair,

Björk
Sick sick sick for toys,
Sick sick sick for toys.

Einar
She's sick, sick for toys
She's sick, sick for toys
She's really sick for toys

Einar
This girl I know found a new toy,
A boy she used him to watch her comb hair
Day in day out, night in night out,
She really was sick for toy,
In the end she fell asleep
The boy cut off her hair, all of her hair,
She was bald, she might not now be sick for toys.

A divorced lady arrives home from a bar
Guess, guess what she sees, sees there
There is a naked person in my flat!
He's got a weird expression on his face!
Oh my god and jesus as well!
W-what are you doing here?
Are you hurting your chest?
Offending yourself?
Forcing yourself into pain and sorrow like there is no tomorrow?
You should use the pain and sorrow
To fill you up with power
Life's both sweet and sour!

He looks at me hopeless with tears in his eyes
Goes out of the window and up on the roof
Naked man, naked man calm down!
I-I'll give you some strawberry cake

Don't act like there is no tomorrow
You should use the pain and the sorrow
To fill you up with power
Life's both sweet and sour!

Aaaaaow!
Life's both sweet and sour!
Life's both sweet and sour!
Life's both sweet and sour!
Don't act
Don't act
Don't act-act

Like there's no tomorrow!
You should use the pain and sorrow
To fill you up with power
Life's both sweet and sour

Don't act like there is no tomorrow
You should use the pain and sorrow
To fill you up with power
Life's both sweet and sour

Ta ta ta ooh woah!
oooh...ooh....
Life's both sweet and sour
Life's both sweet and sour

Taktu bensín elskan
Það er allt bannað hvort sem er
Taktu bensín elskan

Taktu bensín elskan
Allt bannað hvort sem er
Taktu bensín

Loftvogin fellur
Í gulan sandinn
Og borgir þarna stop
Borgir þarna stoppa' en það skiptir engu máli
Það er allt bannað hvort sem er

Taktu bensín elskan
Allt bannað hvort sem er
Taktu bensín elskan

Einar
Cowboy, cowboy, in the big town

I'm a cowboy in the big town
I'm looking for my pony
A mans best friend is his pony
Aaah!
I'm a cowboy
Aaah, cowboy!

I need my pony
I lost my pony
In the big town
I'm a cowboy in the big city
Looking for my pony
I'm a cowboy x3

I'm not alone
Not lonely
Not alone
Not lonely
I'm a cowboy
I'm stuck like
A cowboy
In the big city

Björk
And he affects me
The odour of his skin, oh
It works in my head
I wanna eat him

I wanna be in him

Einar
I'm a cowboy
Smelt like I sat in
In a tine-mine
Nose is struck
In the back
My back is struck
But who knows I am
I am a
Cowboy!
Cowboy!

On the second floor
On a brass bed
In a big city
I found my pony
But I paid a prize
I got a silver-bullet
Through my heart
I'm a were-cowboy
I am a were-cowboy
A weeere
Weeere-cowboy

A were-cowboy
Were-cowboy
Weeere-cowboy
I am a were-cowboy
Cowboy!

Einar:
My punctuality is well known
When the revolution takes place
I'll be late
And be shot as a traitor

Björk:
When the revolution takes place

Einar:
When the sun rises
I will not see a thing
I regret nothing
It was worth it
To go through life without an hourglass
It paid off

It paid off profusely
My reward was to be free and alone
Even now, tied to the pillar
Blindfold, at sunrise
And drums are beating

My heartbeat keeps up with the drums
But soon my pulse will fade away
My...
Fade...
Away...

I smile, for I know
When the sun rises
I will not see a thing

[No lyrics]

[No lyrics]

Björk
I close the door,
Shouldn't burn yet,
The wires get hotter
Palms are glowing.

Björk
This is hot meat metallic blood,
This is hot meat, this is open sweat.

Björk
Show you with my fingers,
Draw with the eye,
With your own breath,
I tear your lungs

Björk
Here is hot meat, this is metallic blood,
This is hot meat, this is open sweat.

Einar
Out this side of the blackest meadows
I make my winter dwelling and crush my bones.

Björk
This is hot meat, this is metallic blood,
This is hot meat,

Björk
I'll sail out the window
I'll walk down the henge
I will not finish
Till I'm fully satisfied.

Björk
This is hot meat, this is metallic blood,
This is hot meat, this is open sweat.

Björk
Deus does not exist.
But if he does, he lives in the sky above me,
In the fattest largest cloud up there.
He's whiter than white and cleaner then clean.
He wants to reach me.

Deus does not exist.
But if he does I always notice him.
Getting ready in his airy room.
He's picking his gloves so gently off.
He wants to touch me.

I'm walking humbly down a tiny street
Pulling my collar it gets bigger, whoooh

Einar
I once met him,
It really surprised me,
He put me in a bath tub,
Made me squeaky clean,
Really clean.

Björk
To create a universe
You must taste
The forbidden fruit.

Einar
He said hi. I said hi,
I was still clean.

Björk
Deus does not exist,
But if he does he'd want to get down from that cloud,
First marzipan fingers then marble hands,
More silent than silence and slower than slow,
Diving towards me.

My collar is huge room for two hands,
They start at the chest and move slowly down.

Einar
I thought I had seen everything,
He wasn't white and fluffy,
He just had side burns,
He just had side burns,
And a quiff,
He said hi.
I said hi. I was still clean,
I was squeaky clean.
I was surprised.
Just as you would be.

Einar and Björk
Deus, Deus, Deus, Deus
Björk
He does not exist

Einar and Björk
Deus, Deus
Björk
He does not exist
( Repeat till the end )