Listen to Thumbsucker (feat. Felicia Atkinson) by Jenny Hval

Thumbsucker (feat. Felicia Atkinson)

Jenny Hval

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Jenny Hval

Performer

Felicia Atkinson

Felicia Atkinson

Vocals

Espen Reinertsen

Espen Reinertsen

Saxophone

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Jenny Hval

Producer

Lasse Marhaug

Producer

Chris Elms

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

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,

am I a traveller, was I ever?

Or do I just colour around the clear lines?

do I just turn away from every confrontation?

Biting until bleeding.

This is my strange voice.

Once I was thumbsucker.

Once I was a runaway.

Hid in tight places and ww2 bunkers,

found secret tree huts, spiralling,

a self-harming vampire of the tender kind,

a compensation 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.

Sketching out the wildscapes.

Sucking on the church bells,

the hunger of the clappers,

withdrawing word by word

back into the rabbit hole.

She says she knows.

She says she’s close.

Doesn’t say to what.

The forest is all sorts of

forests. It seems to be adapting

itself, she says,

alternating between mountains

and marshland.

She says … a conversation.

In this way,

both transforming,

forest and humans

are equals.

Written by: Jenny Hval