Lions - Jenny Hval, Vivian Wang

Look at these trees

Look at this grass

Look at those clouds

Look at them now

And look at them now

Now, look at them now, look at them now

Take a closer look

Take a closer look

Study the raindrops on the leaves

Study the raindrops on the leaves

Study the ants on the ground

I am, all over the place

Study the ground, the brown, porous topsoil

I am, out of place

Its softness, the mushrooms

I am, elsewhere

And the strange blue flowers that grow near them

Study this and ask yourself: «Where is God?»

Oscillating

Back and forth and round and up

Avoiding the loops of the mind

This place doesn’t know

Look at me

This place doesn’t care

I feel tender in the elsewhere

About the holy scriptures or how to pronounce, and live by, the ecclesiastical

In the dark, a sudden empathy

This is a no-man's land

I am, threatening to some

This is a no-God's land

Like an empty body

Look at those trees again

Must be explained

Look at the bark

But not explored

Look at their height

Are they not darker than the trees you know?

I am, making room for tenderness

Are they not smaller?

TMI, bb, TMI, baby

Listen to the wind and the rattling leaves

Making room for lovers

It’s whispering a pagan psalm

Back and forth and round and up

Avoiding the loops of the mind, mind

Back and forth and round and up

Avoiding the loops of the mind, mind

To become the untamed, smooth and muscular

Like lions of the mind, mind

I am, elsewhere

I am, all over the place

Making room for lovers