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The Sugarcubes
The Sugarcubes


Background information
Origin Iceland
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Years active 1986—2006
Label(s) Elektra Records
One Little Indian Records
Associated acts Björk
KUKL
Purrkur Pillnikk
Þeyr
Members
Björk Guðmundsdóttir
Einar Örn Benediktsson
Sigtryggur Baldursson
Þór Eldon
Bragi Ólafsson
Margrét (Magga) Örnólfsdóttir
Former members
Einar Melax



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The Sugarcubes Album


It's-It (1992)
1992
1.
Birthday (Justin Robertson 12)
2.
Leash Called Love (Tony Humphries Mix)
3.
4.
Motorcrash (Justin Robertson Mix)
5.
Planet (Graham Massey Planet Suite, Part 2)
6.
7.
8.
9.
10.
11.
Hit (Tony Humphries Sweet & Low Mix)
12.
13.
. . .


She lives in this house over there
Has her world outside it
Scrabbles in the earth with her fingers and her mouth
She's five years old

Threads worms on a string
Keeps spiders in her pocket
Collects fly wings in a jar
Scrubs horse flies
And pinches them on a line
Ohhh...

She has one friend, he lives next door
They're listening to the weather
He knows how many freckles she's got
She scratches his beard

She's painting huge books
And glues them together
They saw a big raven
It glided down the sky
She touched it
Ohhh...

Today is a birthday
They're smoking cigars
He's got a chain of flowers
And sews a bird in her knickers
Ohhh...

They're smoking cigars
They lie in the bathtub
A chain of... flowers

Tam, tam, tam-a-tam-a-tam...

. . .


Björk
You love him
You want to make him happy
He loves you
He wants to humiliate you
He's a bastard!
You should leave him!
Paranoid manipulator,
To hell with him.
He's dragging you
Along..
On a leash called love.
He controls you.
You should do him in
Before he gets to you.
Watch out girl.
He's dragging you
Along...
On a leash called love.

Einar
You have torn me, inside out.
Nothing but, a nervous wreck.
You have got me, on a leash,
You whip me with, a leash called love...
I've lost all sense of direction, you make me a victim
To your friends' nasty remarks, and I don't know how
I survive, I can no longer
Distinguish from, right or wrong,
Sane insane, whip me back,
Back and forth, paranoid.
Leash called love...

. . .


Einar
This blue eyed pop
It's just fabulous to go twisting,

Björk
Twisting.

Einar
Boogieing, in beat with

Björk
Beat with

Einar
The thousand pound

Einar and Björk
Snare sound.

Einar
After boogieing
We all crave for a hot-dog splashed with noise

Björk
Noise

Einar
Queue and spew then back home to our

Einar and Björk
Love nest

Einar
Need I say more.
Oh! This blue eyed pop is just pure ecstasy.

Björk
This is too much fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun
Everyone is so close to laughing,
This kind of joy won't last,

Something wonderful is about to happen
I feel perfectly ready
Don't know yet what it is
But I'll look inside this disco! Waouh!

This is so hot hot!
Oh, we melt together
Like tigers
And we're dancing
Together

. . .


Björk
Riding on my bicycle,
I saw a motorcrash,
A proper motorcrash,
And lots of spectators,
I rushed to the centre
Saw the injured parents,
Cuts on the children,
An awful motorcrash.

Dangerous motorcrash,
Terribly bloody motorcrash,
Destructive motorcrash.
Oh oh oh.

Took the mother,
Sneaked with her secretly
All the way to my home,
And nursed her gently
Put on her bandages,gave her
Milk and biscuits,
She sighed pleasantly after this
Awful motorcrash.

It's a dangerous dangerous motorcrash,
Terribly bloody motorcrash,
Destructive motorcrash.
Oh oh oh.

Einar
That girl on that bicycle showed great interest in all the motorcrashes
in the neighbourhood, she looked quite innocent.

Björk
Then we disguised ourselves,
Took a taxi to her home,
When her husband opened the door
She introduced herself, he said
"Where have you been all this time?"

Einar
But believe you me
I know what innocence looks like
And it wasn't there,
After she got that bicycle.

. . .


Björk
The universe it is so big,
I feel dizzy when I think about it,
My head swims I get giddy,
Still I realize that long ago,
It was so small I could have kept it,
Underneath my little skirt,
At least until the big bang happened,

Einar
Every man, every woman.

Björk
Sun planet the universe and me,
When I'm excited and have to wait,
My organs start to move, my lungs pump,
Cells flow faster on tracks inside me,
I demand to see myself from within,
Be a cell for a day.

Einar
Every man, every woman

Björk
Sun, planet, the universe and me
The universe and me...ooh...
The universe and me, am I a planet? woaah!
The universe and me... woah!!
Co-o-ome, na-na-na-hee-ooh!

The planets and me we get along so well together
Gliding down imaginary rollercoaster-paths along the sky
I can do somersaults around Jupiter if I feel like it
Nothing can stop a planet
But a planet can stop anything at all

Einar
Every man, every woman

Björk
Sun planet the universe and me
The universe and me, the universe and me,
The universe and me, the universe and me.

. . .


Björk
Gold, finger itches
Gold, in the hand
Gold, you have to have
Gold, all for yourself

Gold, full train of it
Gold, rob the train
Gold, murder in the train
Gold, get some gold

Gold is the sweat of the sun
Give me some gold!
Gold, it glitters
Gold, is soft and thin

Einar
I'm searching for gold
I need gold just to see
Never seen it before
Indication of gold
Do I see gold?
Bloody fingers!
Dig! Crawl! Dig!

Björk
Gold is the sweat of the sun
Give me some gold!

Einar
I continue to dig into the earth,
Torn fingers, bloody fingers...

Björk
There is a sun in the sky
Nothing has changed
And gold, begotten of the sun...
Give me gold!
I need it now, oh gold!

Einar
I'm still searching for gold
I need gold

Björk
And I have to have a chunk of... gold

Einar
No indication of gold

Björk
Just a little piece of gold for me!

Einar
In the core of the earth

Björk
Oh, gold!

Einar
I see the glow, this is the gold

Björk
Gold, gold! Oh gold!

Einar
I need gold!

Björk and Einar
Oh, gold!

. . .


Björk
Wait for me underneath the water,
Wait for me I have to go now
Into the big city,
She pulls me firmly towards her.

Wait for me underneath the water,
Wait for me here,
You'll be fine underneath the water,
I'll be back early next summer.

Einar
We met again at the lake,
After all these years,
You said "want a drink?"

Björk
I love you,
And you know I will be back,
Hold your breath,
And nestle into the ice,
Wait for me underneath the water
Wait for me and count to ten,
You'll look up and I will be there
Wait for me.

Einar
The lake was frozen,
You took me for a walk over the ice,
I cracked, The ice cracked, I fell into the lake,
I watched you through the eyes.

Björk
Love into you, lover, i want you,
Wait for me underneath the water,
Wait for me and singalong,
"She's coming, coming, coming,"
Wait for me, I'm coming.

Einar
I watched you through the ice
I expected you to crawl for help
I smiled, you just stood there
I tried to kiss you through the ice,
You just walked away

Björk
Under frozen, over water, under, over
Frozen mountain...
Wait for me underneath the water

. . .


Einar
Came from the east,
Relative forgot,
To scrape away,
Land in south,
Exhausted engine,
No teeth,
No chance to stop,
Meet Johnny.

Björk
Came from the east,
Like the sun,
But with tired engine,
Regina otherwise magnificent,
Regina in good bloom,

Oh oh as old as the sun,
Oh oh with white teeth,
Oh oh Regina, oh oh Regina,
Oh oh Regina, oh oh Regina.

Einar
Land on islands,
Meet Johnny,
Examine my red,
Basalt cluster,
Bottomless dust, terrific sun,
And wetting quite nicely thank you,
I do say nicely,
I do mean that,
Actually.

Björk
Blow into the chastity belt
Regina, Regina,
Oh oh Regina, oh oh Regina,

Einar
Hex and bitch and,
Deserves lobster and fame,
Oh, Johnny,
Teeth and gums,
In my life,
Moon and sun,
In my life,
Lobster and shrimp,
In my life,
I don't really like lobster (like lobster).

Björk
Regina is too old
But the sun is much older
Still the sun with white teeth
But Mrs R. with none
Sun with false teeth
Give me lobster and fame.

Einar
I really don't like lobster!

Björk
Oh oh Regina, oh oh Regina. X8

. . .


I saw a woman walking down my street,
Walking with grace, so beautifully carefully,
She's a big and pretty mother, big and pretty mother,
Swinging her handbag back and forth so joyfully.
She's drawing circles with her breasts in her jumper.

Give me a big mother, huge and loving one,
I can crawl upon and cling to...

She's a large woman, warm and cuddly
Wet lady, strong mother.
She's walking down the street in front of my window
Whistling funky tunes in the ears of my neighbours.

Give me a big mother, one that would always want me,
Hot embracing mother, I can crawl upon and cling to...

You can't be safer can't be more secure
Than with a breast in each palm,
With a breast in each palm,
That's the way I was born
And that's the way I want to die.

Give me a big mother, soft and wet one,
That would caress me
In all those special places.
Where's a strong mother,
One that squeezes me,
One I can crawl.

. . .


Björk
Eat me
Eat me love
Leave nothing behind
Swallow me, all of me
Drink me love
Pour me in you
Devour me
Drink me in large gulps

Einar
I hate you! I really do, I think I do,
I really, I really hate you!

Björk
I need you closer
I want him now
I want him in me
Eat me love!

Einar
Never say love to anyone!

Björk
Consume me love
I want you
To inhale me all of me
Drown me love
In a bottomless pond
I'll never return
Swallow me, all of me

Einar
I don't love you! I really hate you!

Björk
I want you closer
I want him now
I want him in me
Eat me love!!!
Swallow me, all of me X3

Einar
I hate you!

Björk
He's coming closer
He's coming now
He's gonna touch me
Eat me love!!!

Einar
I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate you!

Björk
Eat me love, your open mouth
Eat me love, I, on your tongue
You got to eat me love
Eat me love, you gulp me
Eat me love, I, I down your gullet
You eat me love
Eat me love- I in the stomach
Eat me love, eat me love
You splash acid on me
Eat me love, I travel down the intestines
Eat me love, through the bowels and out!

He's coming closer
He wants me now
I want to eat him
Eat me love! X3
You got to eat me love!!!

Einar
I hate you

. . .


Björk
This wasn't supposed to happen
I was happy by myself
Accidentally you seduced me
I'm in love again

I lie in my bed, Totally still
My eyes wide open, I'm in rapture
I don't believe this, I'm in love again!

This wasn't supposed to happen
I've been hit with your charm
How could you do this to me?
I'm in love again

I lie in my bed - totally still,
My eyes wide open - I'm in rapture.
I don't believe this, I'm in love again

This wasn't supposed to happen!
This wasn't supposed to happen!

Eg og hann, ég og hann...

Einar
A small story which never happened
I said ouch! this really hurts!
That can't be this has been
Practised for millions of years
Therefore we are
Yes, but I, I'm a boy

A small story which always happens
I said ouch! this really hurts!
This could well be
But this has
Been practised for millions of years
Therefore we are
Yes, but, you're a girl!

Björk
I lie in my bed - totally still
My eyes wide open - I'm in rapture
I don't believe this - I'm in love again

This wasn't supposed to happen!

I lie in my bed - totally still
My eyes wide open - I'm in rapture
I'm in rapture
You've put a seed inside me
Oh, and while you're away
Seed
It's growing silently
To be a life
Starts in my stomach
Embraces my insides
Inside
And about to reach my heart

This wasn't supposed to happen!
This wasn't supposed to happen!

Eg og hann, ég og hann...

Einar
This really hurts!

. . .


She lives in this house over there
Has her world outside it
Scrapples in the earth with her fingers and her mouth
She's five years old

Thread worms on a string
Keeps spiders in her pocket
Collects fly wings in a jar
Scrubs horse flies
And pinches them on a line
Ohhh...

She has one friend, he lives next door
They're listening to the weather
He knows how many freckles she's got
She scratches his beard

She's painting huge books
And glues them together
They saw a big raven
It glided down the sky
She touched it
Ohh...

Today is a birthday
They're smoking cigars
He's got a chain of flowers
And sows a bird in her knickers
Ohhh...

They're smoking cigars
They lie in the bathtub
A chain of ... flowers

. . .


Einar
Meat meat blood blood
Sweat sweat meat!

Björk
I close the door
Shouldn't burn yet
The wires get hotter
Palms are glowing

This is hot meat
This is metallic blood
This is hot meat
This is open sweat

I'll show you with my fingers
Draw with the eye
With your own breath
I'll tear your lungs

Here is hot meat
This is metallic blood
Here is hot meat
This is open sweat

Einar
This side of the blackest meadows
I make my winter dwelling
And crush my bones

Björk
This is hot meat
This is metallic blood
This is... hot meat!

I'll sail out the window
I'll walk down the edge
I will not finish
Till I'm fully satisfied

This is hot meat
This is metallic blood
This is hot meat
This is open sweat

. . .


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