1988LIFE'S TOO GOOD

01  Traitor
02  Motorcrash
03  Birthday
04  Delicious Demon
05  Mama
06  Coldsweat
07  Blue Eyed Pop
08  Deus
08  Sick For Toys
10  Fucking In Rhythm & Sorrow
11  Taktu Bensín Elskan

TRAITOR

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

MOTORCRASH

Björk
Riding on my bicycle
I saw a motorcrash
a proper motorcrash
lots of spectators

I rushed to the center
saw the injured parents
cuts on the children
an awful motorcrash

So dangerous motorcrash
so terribly bloody
motorcrash
destructive motorcrash

I took the mother
sneaked with her secretly
all the way to my home
and nursed her gently

I put on her bandages, gave her
milk and biscuits
she sighed pleasantly after this
awful motorcrash

So dangerous, dangerous
motorcrash
motrocrash
destructive motorcrash

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

Björk
Then we disguised ourselves
took a taxi to her home
when her husband answered the door
she introduced herself
he said
"where have you been all this time?"

Einar
Believe you me
I know what inoccent looks like
she showed great interest
after she got that bicycle

SONG INFO

Released as a single in 1988.

"Polydor thought `Motorcrash' was "offensive".
Björk, radiating bemusement: "The lyrics are not really offensive, not at all. They are about a little girl who is out biking, and she sees a motor crash, and no police has arrived yet, and there is a car with parents in the front and children in the back and they're all wounded. And she wants to help them - so it's a really nice song.

So she takes the mother - cos she likes mothers the most of people - and sneaks her back to her home, and nurses her there, sort of puts plastic stuff on her, and dries off her wounds, and gives her milk and biscuits, because she likes that herself, and steals a dress from her mother - nobody knows about this, it's totally secret - and when finally the woman wakes up, and when she's totally healed, they sneak out, take a taxi to the home of the woman and the children are there, already healed, and the husband opens the door and they take the costumes off and say, We're back! But the husband gets very angry and says, Where have you been all this time? And then the song is over.

It's just a little girl and she wants to do something, but she's so clumsy ... I guess it's because it's called `Motorcrash'. They don't like songs that are called that... "
- Sounds 9/87

BIRTHDAY

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

She has one friend, he lives next door
they're listenening 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

Today is a birthday
they're smoking cigars
he's got a chain of flowers
and sows a bird in her knickers

They're smoking cigars
they lie in the bathtub
a chain of flowers

SONG INFO

Released as a single in October 1987.

"It's a story a love affair between a girl who's five years old and a secret with a man who lives next door. The song's called 'Birthday' because it's his 50th birthday, but not many people can figure it out from the lyrics. It's a tasteless love song."
- Raw, 17-30 january 1996

DELICIOUS DEMON

Björk
Hee 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

One plays the harp
beats a rock with a stick

Björk
One plays the harp
beats a rock with a stick
becomes a priest or at least a
delicious demon
hee how!

Einar
At least a delicious demon

Björk
Delicious demon

Two men need one money
but one money needs no man
one is on one's knees
loses one's head
except maybe a
delicious demon
hee how!

Einar
Two men need one money
but one money needs no man

Two men need no money
but one money needs no man
one is on one's knees
loses one's head
except maybe a
delicious demon

Björk
Then one is no longer
no longer!

Both
Delicious demon
delicious, oh here he comes again wow!
delicious demon

So delicious!

MAMA

I was watching a woman who was 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 always wants 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
joyful soft and wet now
that would caress me
in all those special places

Where's a strong mother
one that squeezes me
one
I can crawl upon

COLDSWEAT

Einar
Meat meat blood blood sweat sweat meat

Björk
I close the door
shouldn't burn yet
the wires get hotter
palms are glowing

This is hot meat
this is metallic blood
this is hot meat
this is : open sweat

I'll show you with my fingers
draw with the eye
with your own breath
I'll tear your lungs

Here is hot meat
this is metallic blood
here is hot meat
this is : open sweat

Einar
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

I'll sail out the window
I'll walk down the edge
I will not finish
till I'm fully satisfied

This is hot meat
this is metallic blood
this is hot meat
this is : open sweat

BLUE EYED POP

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

both
Snare sound

Einar
After boogieing
we all crave for a hot-dog
splashed with noise

Björk
Noise

Einar
Queue and spew
then back home to our

both
Love nest

Einar
Need I say more?
oh, this blue eyed pop
is just pure ecstasy.

Björk
This is too much fun-fun-fun-fun-fun-fun
everyone is so close to laughing
this kind of joy won't last

Something wonderful is about to happen
I feel perfectly ready
don't know yet what it is
but I'll look inside this disco
wow!

This is so hot hot!
oh, we melt together
like tigers
and we're dancing
together

DEUS

Björk
Deus does not exist
but if he does
he lives above me
in the fattest largest cloud up there
he is 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 is 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
woooh!

Einar
I once met him
it really surprised me
he put me in a bathtub
made me squeaky clean
really clean

Björk
To
create
a
universe
you must
taste
the forbidden fruit
woooh!

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
woooh!

Einar
I thought
I had seen everything
he wasn't white and fluffy
he just had sideburns
he just had sideburns
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

both
Deus Deus
Deus Deus

Björk
He does not exist

SONG INFO

Released as a single in April 1988.

When performed live, the word "Deus" was sometimes substituted for "God".

SICK FOR TOYS

Björk
Veik I Leikfang

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 toys
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 is sick - sick for toys

She disposes
of her old toy
she badly needs
a new toy
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 toys
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 is sick - sick for toys
she is sick - sick for toys
she really is - sick for toys

This girl I know
found her new toy - a boy
she used him
to watch her
comb her hair
day in - day out - night in - night out
she really was sick for toys

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!

SONG INFO

"Veik I Leikfang" is Icelandic for "Sick For Toys"

FUCKING IN RHYTHM & SORROW

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's 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 come 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!

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 the sorrow
to fill you up with power
life's both sweet and sour

Life's both sweet and sour

TAKTU BENSíN ELSKAN

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

TAKE SOME PETROL DARLING

Take some petrol darling
everything's forbidden anyway
take some petrol darling

Take some petrol darling
all forbidden anyway
take some petrol

The barometer falls
into the yellow sand
and cities over there stop
cities over there stop but it doesn't matter
everything's forbidden anyway

Take some petrol, darling
everything's forbidden anyway
take some petrol, darling