Here today, tomorrow next week!

[Wonk]

Dear Plastic

(Bjšrk)
Plastic
Nylon
Terylene
Made of atoms
By tender fingers
And determined heads
Of inventors
Tickling
Perfection

(Bjšrk)
Plastic
Rayon

(Einar)
I was born aeons ago
Before anything human was known
My friends the alchemists
Told me everything was natural
And always will be that way
And possible to make gold from dirt

(Bjšrk)
Plastic
Nylon
Dear plastic
Be proud
DonÕt imitate anything
YouÕre pure, pure, pure

(Bjšrk)
Plastic
Nylon

(Einar)
I believed I was their dustbin for knowledge
Took everything and digested
Of course I became big,
Big and really really strong

Today IÕm old and withering away
My friends the alchemists
Long disappeared into dust
I no longer get anything fruity
No longer gold made from dirt
The only thing I get is spacefood on a tray

(Bjšrk)
Woah!
Plastic, plastic, plastic ...

[Screaming Lord Byron]

1. Come on, you can't beat Deus.

Björk
Deus does not exit.
But if he does, he lives in the sky above me,
In the fattest largest cloud up there.
He's whiter than white and cleaner then clean.
He wants to reach me.

Deus does not exist.
But if he does I always notice him.
Getting ready in his airy room.
He's picking his gloves so gently off.
He wants to touch me.

I'm walking humbly down a tiny street
Pulling my collar it gets bigger, woooh

Einar
I once met him,
It really surprised me,
He put me in a bath tub,
Made me squeeky clean,
Really clean.

Björk
To create a universe
You must taste
The forbidden fruit.

Einar
He said hi. I said hi,
I was still clean.

Björk
Deus does not exist,
But if he does he'd want to get down from that cloud,
First marzipan fingers then marble hands,
More silent than silence and slower than slow,
Diving towards me.

My collar is huge room for two hands,
They start at the chest and move slowly down.

Einar
I thought I had seen everything,
He wasn't white and fluffy,
He just had side burns,
He just had side burns,
And a quiff,
He said hi.
I said hi. I was still clean,
I was squeeky clean.
I was surprised.
Just as you would be.

Einar & Björk
Deus, Deus, Deus, Deus
Björk
He does not exist

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