100 thoughts on “Pagan Poetry – Björk – (Live at Royal Opera House)”

  1. I have absolute and complete reverence for this artist. I watch in amazement and awe as she staggers my emotions with her intensity. A colossal genius the likes of which will never happen again…

  2. I was listening to this song when my grandpa past away. It still to this day holds a special powerful place in my heart. As his last breath left his body this song played in my ears. He was the greatest man I ever knew. After more than 10 years this song still makes me cry. He will always be remembered by me and my blood line. RIP Luis F. Salas.

  3. En ese entonces, todavía podía cantar las canciones al mismo tono, ahora, es sólo el recuerdo, me da pena eso, porque me encanta…..

  4. We are Lines And Points with an application together, made a type of perfection, with different prototypes of the society present…

  5. The Greenlandic choir is probably my favorite feature of this performance. Greenlandic, from what I know, hardly gets any representation, so this makes me happy!

  6. Someone give the recognition need it for this wonderful song writter and the terrific harp player !! Hands down !

  7. Emotional song, that has you thinking about your own desires and of the consequence of them falling into place.

  8. Amo BjörK ❤️ e essa canção é a minha PREDILETA ❤️🙏 🎩
    PRINCIPALMENTE nesse Show aí 🙌

  9. Pedalling through
    The dark currents
    I find
    An accurate copy
    A blueprint
    Of the pleasure, in me
    Swirling black lilies totally ripe
    A secret code carved
    Swirling black lilies totally ripe
    A secret code carved
    He offers, A handshake
    Crooked, five fingers
    They form a pattern
    Yet to be matched
    On the surface simplicity
    But the darkest pit in me
    It's pagan poetry
    Pagan poetry
    Morsecoding signals
    They pulsate and wake me up
    From my hibernate
    On the surface simplicity
    But the darkest pit in me
    It's pagan poetry
    Pagan poetry
    Swirling black lilies totally ripe
    This time
    I'm gonna keep me to myself
    This time
    I'm gonna keep me all to myself
    And it makes me want to hand myself over
    And it makes me want to hand myself over…

  10. Pedalling through
    The dark currents
    I find
    An accurate copy
    A blueprint
    Of the pleasure, in me

    Swirling black lilies totally ripe
    A secret code carved
    Swirling black lilies totally ripe
    A secret code carved

    He offers, A handshake
    Crooked, five fingers
    They form a pattern
    Yet to be matched

    On the surface simplicity
    But the darkest pit in me
    It's pagan poetry
    Pagan poetry

    Morsecoding signals
    They pulsate and wake me up
    From my hibernate

    On the surface simplicity
    But the darkest pit in me
    It's pagan poetry
    Pagan poetry

    Swirling black lilies totally ripe

    This time
    I'm gonna keep me to myself
    This time
    I'm gonna keep me all to myself

    And it makes me want to hand myself over
    And it makes me want to hand myself over

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