18
Nov
07

70 Favorite Songs: 44. Possibly Maybe

Your flirt finds me out
Teases the crack in me
Smittens me with hope

Possibly maybe probably love

As much as I definitely enjoy solitude
I wouldn’t mind perhaps
Spending little time with you
Sometimes

Possibly maybe probably love

Uncertainty excites me
Baby
Who knows what’s going to happen?
Lottery or car crash
Or you’ll join a cult

Probably maybe possibly love

Mon petit vulcan
You’re eruptions and disasters
I keep calm
Admiring the lava
I keep calm

Possibly maybe probably love

Electric shocks?
I love them!
With you dozen a day
But after a while I wonder
Where’s that love you promised me?

Possibly maybe probably love

How can you offer me love like that?
My heart’s burned
How can you offer me love like that?
I’m exhaused
Leave me alone

Possibly maybe probably love

Since we broke up
I’m using lipstick again
I’ll suck my tongue
As a remembrance of you…

Composer / Performer: Björk, Nellee Hooper & Marius De Vries / Björk
First Released: 1995 
Album: Post
Genre: Experimental Pop
First Heard Her In: MTV (“It’s Oh So Quiet”)
Why I Love It: Leave it to me to pick what Bjork says is the first sad song she wrote. I just love this–the lyrics, the strange, eerie way it sounds, the way she sings it like she’s working herself to a frenzy until she reaches the climax and almost screams the “where’s that love you promised me?” part.
Also Listen To: My other favorites are “It’s Oh So Quiet” and, most recently ”Unravel” but every Bjork song is worth listening to. I love her new single “Innocence” too.


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"Vous m’avez dit “Je t’aime.” Je vous ai it “Attendez.” J’ai Presque dit “Oui.” Vous avez dit “Partez.”" (You told me “I love you.” I told you “Wait.” I almost said “Yes.” You said “Go away.”) ~ from Jules et Jim by Francois Truffaut

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And she could have got clear, and she could have got clean,
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Be wicked and lovely and don't live in fear --

For we will be wicked and we will be fair
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So go, tell your Wendys, your Susans, your Janes,
There's a place they can go if they're tired of chains,
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Say the wicked girls saving ourselves.