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Thumbsucker - Jenny Hval/Félicia Atkinson
Come with me
Fall into the wildscape
Reverse the church bells
Swiping in the mud
With two fingers
And one in your mouth wandering
I was a thumbsucker what am I now
I was a thumbsucker what am I now
Am I a traveller was I ever
Or do I just colour 'round the clear lines
Do I just turn away from every confrontation
Biting until bleeding
This is my strange voice
She say she's close
Once I was a thumbsucker
Doesn't say to what
Once I was a runaway
The forest is all sorts of forests
Hid in tight places and world war II bunkers
It seems to be
Found secret tree huts spiralling
A self-harming vampire she always says
Of the tender kind she always says
A compensation she always says
For something too wild for something too wild
For something too wild something too wild
For something too wild for something too wild
Alternating mouth and thumb
Forest and human
Both transforming
Producing nothing until
I got afraid that I'd dug too deep
Stirred up something in the body
The glands of instinct fear and desire
Clanking from a distant engine
Iron shafts and idler-wheels
And then there is release
Whatever it is you are doing to yourself
You are always performing some kind of internal construction work
I was a thumbsucker what am I now
Am I a runaway was I ever
It's all in the wrist
Sucking on the church bells
The hunger of the clappers
Withdrawing word by word
Back into the rabbit hole
