Body Memory - Björk, Arca

First snow of winter

I’m walking hills and valleys

Adore this mystical fog

This fucking mist

These cliffs are just showing off

Then the body memory kicks in

I mime my home mountains

The moss that I’m made of

I redeem myself

I’ve been wrestling my fate

Do I accept this ending?

Will I accept my death

Or struggle claustrophobic?

Fought like a wolverine

With my destiny

Refuse to accept what was meant to be

Then the body memory kicks in

And I trust the unknown

Unfathomable imagination

Surrender to future

Oh how to capture all this love

And find a pathway for it

Like threading an ocean through a needle

River through a keyhole

Can’t fathom the grasp

I can’t grasp the fathom

Then my body memory kicks in

My limbs and tongue take over

Like the ancestors before me

Show me the flow

My sexual DNA

X-rays of my Kama Sutras

Summons different bodies

Compares spines and buttocks

And back of necks

And my body memory kicks in

Simply takes over, beastiality

I redeem my body

I wasn’t born urban

Toxic doesn’t agree with me

Love lured me here into a stagnant state

My myths, my customs, ridiculed

Vacuum packed molecules

Then my body memory kicks in

On this Brooklyn dance floor

Sweating with these rhythms

Rotate this matrix

All trapped in legal harness

Kafkaesque

Farce like patriarchy

Avoided to confront it

Then the body memory kicks in

My warrior awakens

My turn to defend

Urban didn’t tame me

Then my body memory kicks in

All bosoms and embraces

Oral, anal entrances

Enjoy the satisfaction

If the other is growing