Thunderbolt

Stirring at water’s edge,
cold froth on my twig,
my mind in whirls
wanders around desire.
May I, can I, or have I too often?
craving miracles…
May I, can I, or have I too often now?
craving miracles…
craving miracles…

No one imagines the light shock I need,
and I’ll never know
from who’s hands, deeply humble,
dangerous gifts as such to mine come.
May I, should I, or have I too often?
craving miracles…
May I, can I, or have I too often?
craving miracles…
craving miracles..

My romantic gene is dominant
and it hungers for union,
universal intimacy,
all embracing.
May I, should I or have I too often
craved miracles?
May I, can I or have I too often
craved miracles?
Crave…

Waves irregularly striking,
wind stern in my face.
Thunderstorm, come,
scrape those barnacles of me!
May I, may I or should I too often
crave miracles?

May I or should I or have I too often
All my body parts are one
as lightning hits my spine,
sparkling
prime runs through me,
revive my wish
inviolable.
May I, can I, or have I too often?
Craving miracles…
May I, can I, should I, or have I too often?
Craving miracles…




Music by björk
Lyrics by björk and oddný eir ævarsdóttir
Choir arrangement by björk
Choir transcription by árni heimir ingólfsson and matt robertson
Teslacoil bassline and beat by björk and leila arab
Teslacoil bassline and beat
Programmed by damian taylor, björk and leila arab
Sonic sculpting and nature sounds by leila arab
Engineered by damian taylor, curver and sveinn kjartansson
Mixed and produced by björk