Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Menneskekollektivet, artist - Lost Girls. Date of issue: 25.03.2021
Song language: English
Menneskekollektivet |
| In the beginning, there is no word, and no eye |
| In the beginning, there is sound |
| In the beginning, we create with our mouths |
| Do we know who makes what sound? |
| Do we know who, from who, no |
| Sound is more familiar than subjects, and time, and time |
| We are, and sound hugs our bodies |
| There is darkness |
| Sound travels across it |
| Invisible bodies carry |
| Darkness leads us closer to what will in the future be called death |
| Which is now inseparable from what will in the futur be called life |
| W exist and sound hugs our bodies |
| I reach out for a vowel, and it’s so soft |
| I cannot distinguish a 'Y' from a thigh |
| At this time, there is no 'I', and we don’t know God |
| Can we ever truly be selfless and compassionate when we don’t know 'I', |
| I wonder? |
| I think about this as I am talking to Jehovah’s witnesses—they're at the door |
| What is human, is human, an 'I'? |
| A non-'I'? |
| A selfless action? |
| Can you ever really say you are knocking on a door as a selfless act? |
| Because you are imposing your belief on someone else |
| You are admitting that you believe that your belief is worth more than whatever |
| beliefs behind the door |
| You knock on the door because you believe in the context of a door, |
| and in conviction, preaching, spreading the good word |
| In the beginning, there is no good word |
| In the beginning, there is no word |
| There is voice, and it comes from somewhere |
| Invisible bodies bring it over to here, from there |
| Does that mean it doesn’t come from me? |
| I don’t know what who is |
| Isn’t the idea of God the idea of self? |
| I want to ask the Jehovahs |
| Perhaps that thing about selflessness boils down to my own limited |
| understanding of selflessness |
| To me, selflessness has a lot to do with singing |
| Kissing is a selfless act, or at least, potentially a selfless act |
| Singing could, should be about compassion |
| In the beginning, there is darkness |
| Sound travels across it |
| Invisible bodies carry |
| In the beginning, there is darkness |
| Sound travels across it |
| Invisible bodies carry |
| I try to go there |
| For I fail to go there |
| But somewhere it’s there |
| Fragmentary |
| Moments when I’m stretching out of myself |
| To get closer to you |
| Will I ever get close, closer, close enough to sound you |
| Together |
| Tissue and sound |
| Is what is stretching out of myself |
| Will I ever get close |
| Will I ever cross my hands? |
| Carried by invisible bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies |
| Now it’s where would I |
| If I had another’s mouth |
| To get closer to you |
| To sound you, to sound you, will I ever get close, closer, close enough to |
| sound you |
| Together, together, together, together, together, together, together, together |
| (Out) Together |
| (Out) Together |
| (Out) Together |
| (Out) Together |
| (Out) Together |
| Tissue and sound |
| Is what is stretching out of myself |
| Tissue and sound |
| Is what is stretching |
| Will I ever get close |
| Will I ever cross my hands? |
| Carried by invisible bodies |
| Carried, carried, carried, carried, carried, carried, carried, carried, carried, |
| carried, carried, carried, carried, carried |
| Stretching |
| Stretching out of myself |
| Out of myself |
| Who looks when I’m stretching |
| In the beginning, there is no 'I' |
| There is sound |
| Will I ever get, will I ever get, close, closer, close enough? |
| Close, closer, close enough |
| Close, closer, close enough |
| Close, closer, close enough |
| Close, closer, close enough |
| Close, closer, close enough |
| Close, closer, close enough |
| Close, closer, close enough |
| Close, closer, close enough |
| Close, closer, close enough |
| Close, closer, close enough |
| Close, closer, close enough |
| Close, closer, close enough |