Björk Quotes

I want to go on a mountaintop
With a radio and good batteries
And play a joyous tune
And free the
Human
Race
From suffering (saccharine)

It's a big question. Getting rid of religion would be a good start, wouldn't it? It seems to be causing a lot of havoc.

If travel is searching
And home what's been found
I'm not stopping I'm going hunting
I'm the hunter
I'll bring back the goods
But I don't know when

When in doubt, give.

You know, it's ironic that just at the point the lawyers and the businessmen had calculated how to control music, the Internet comes along and fucks everything up." Björk gives the finger again, this time waving it into the air. "God bless the Internet," she adds. And what about you, then? "I'll still be there, waving a pirate flag.

It's interesting for me to bring up a girl. You go to the toy store and the female characters there—Cinderella, the lady in Beauty and the Beast—their major task is to find Prince Charming. And I'm like, wait a minute, it's 2005! We've fought so hard to have a say, and not just live through our partners, and yet you're still seeing two-year-old girls with this message pushed at them that the only important thing is to find this amazing dress so that the guy will want you. It's something my mum pointed out to me when I was little—so much [so] that I almost threw up; but, she's right.

I'm a fountain of blood
In the shape of a girl
…
Leave me now, return tonight
Tide will show you the way If you forget my name
You will go astray</br>Like a killer whale</br>Trapped in a bay

I thought I could organize freedom
How Scandinavian of me

His wicked sense of humour suggests exciting sex
His fingers focus on her
Her touches He's Venus as a boy

I am grateful grapefruit.

It's so amazing when people tell me that … electronic music has not got soul. And they blame the computers. They got the finger pointed at the computers like, "There's no soul here." … You can't blame the computer. If there's not soul in the music, it's because nobody put it there. And it's not the tool's fault.

There's definitely, definitely, definitely no logic
To human behaviour
… There's no map
And a compass
Wouldn't help at all

You'll be given love You'll be taken care of
You'll be given love
You have to trust it

Declare independence
Don't let them do that to you
...
Start your own currency
Make your own stamp
Protect your language

I'm back at my cliff
Still throwing things off
I listen to the sounds they make
On their way down
I follow with my eyes 'til they crash
Imagine what my body would sound like
Slamming against those rocks
And when it lands
Will my eyes
Be closed or open?