it's oh so quiet, possibly maybe, hyperballad
i came across a tape my brother gave me a few years ago (5 or so). the last track included bjork's "it's oh so quiet". I had forgotten about this fabulous song. It trades between very quiet life is oh so quiet and sane and ok and bursts, blasts, clangs, rangs, bells and parades of falling in love belting out of lyrics.
i picked up a couple bjorks at amoeba last week, including telegram, a most excellent remix album. They version of hyper ballad on this album is amazing.
"It's real early morning, no one is awake
I'm back at my cliff
still throwing things out
I listen to the sounds they make on their way down
I follow with my eyes till they crash
I image what my body would sound like
slamming against those rocks
and when it lands will my eyes be open or clos-ed"
I have often had the feeling of wanting to impale my body on land masses. I've seen beautiful mountain sunsets that urge me to feed with my blood. When I visited Foz do Iguacu in Brazil/Argentina, it was only a survival code in my brain that stopped me from jumping to my death in the falls. I watched the sun set over corn fields and a riverway from the top of a bluff and pull myself back from the edge, so as to not fly as the black birds already airborne.
It's a strong feeling. It's the overwhelming power of natural beauty. I experience it and desire to experience nothing more. It's my passionate response to large land masses.
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