The Knife Wrap Your Arms Around Me

Wrap your arms around me

I felt the earth

I felt the time

The sky was blue

come, normalize

Then I got the urge for penetration

When we meet

Wrap your arms around me

Tell me all those things you haven’t told me

In the crowd

I’ll find you

On your lapel there’s a red carnation

All the things that’s left to do

feel love and build a house with you

and free the unborn child at the castle

Wrap your arms around me

Wrap your arms around me

Wrap your arms around me

Wrap your arms around me

(free the unborn child at the castle)

The Knife Upheaved

Co ah an stant ear earth

qua a akes the e e

woa a on der ful ul

fo or orce whi I ich

ha ha has up he heaved

the e ese mo oun tains

the e e e e ese

cou ou ount less a ges

re e e re qui red

to ou ou ha ha have

bro o o ken through ou

re e e e e moved

ah ah and le velled whole

ma sses of them em em em

(Constant earthquakes, the wonderful force

Which has upheaved these mountains

These countless ages required to have broken through

Removed and leveled whole masses of them)

The Knife Geology

A stream of lava

formerly

flowed

over

the bed

of sea,

triturated

recent shells and corals,

baked into

hard white rock.

A precarious matter.

I found

a curious

little stony

Cellaria.

Each cell provided with

a long

toothed

bristle

capable of

various

and rapid motions.

Simultaneous,

and can be produced

by irritation.

The Knife Handy-Man

When I saw you

I thought that you were the one

Looking good, I assumed you were handy

You introduced yourself as Andy

I thought you were the handy-man

I laid my love in your hands

Andy my man

I thought you were the handy-man

Then something went wrong

And the feeling was so gone

Slipped the hammer on your thumb

And the saw got caught in your thong

I thought you were the handy-man

I laid my love in your hands

Andy my man

I thought you were the handy-man

Then something went wrong

And the feeling was so gone

Slipped the hammer on your thumb

And the saw got caught in your thong

I thought you were the handy-man

I laid my love in your hands

Andy my man

I thought you were the handy-man

I thought you were the handy-man

I laid my love in your hands

Andy my man

I thought you were the handy-man

Handy-man

Handy-man

Handy-man

I thought you were the handy-man

Handy-man

Handy-man

Handy-man

I thought you were the handy-man

The Knife Rock Classics

I’m coming over but I won’t be long

I’m coming over

I’m making a new song

I pick a car and it’s a fifteen minutes drive

Rock Classics on the radio

to clear my mind

Sometimes in the weekends

we meet up at our favourite cafe

I’ll order a chai tea and you will have the usual au lait

and when the place get crowded

then they freak out

and they play the techno louder

yes, when the place get crowded

then they freak out

and they play the techno louder

Here comes another day in isolation

hold out your hand

feel my brain burns

you suck and lick but you still don’t know why

I could fuck your brains out

but I’m not interested in that life

Sometimes in the weekends

we meet up at our favourite cafe

I’ll order a chai tea and you will have the usual au lait

and when the place get crowded

then they freak out

and they play the techno louder

yes, when the place get crowded

then they freak out

and they play the techno louder

I’m coming over but I won’t be long

I’m coming over

I’m making a new song

The Knife Epochs

An intersection of the plain

by the bank of

some

great stream.

The animal

carcasses

and skeletons would be

entombed.

A step formed

terrace.

Succession.

Embedded years

accumulating

so tranquilly

small quadrupeds.

So perfectly

epochs collected here.

The Knife Without You My Life Would Be Boring

A handful of elf pee

That’s my soul

spray it all over

fill the bowl

legs astride

an axe to grind

generous actions with the speed of light

Without you my life would be boring

Under the iceberg

there’s a tomb

working the way up

Picking a hole in the cocoon

A bucket of tiger pee

come with me

bottoms up

reaching a dream

Without you my life would be boring

What if we can’t make it but we say that we can

Shaking the habitual

relate it to time

we’re laughing at the future and we cry ’bout the past

I’m holding on forever but how long will forever last?

Without you my life would be boring

The piss is territorial

What if we can’t make it but we say that we can

Shaking the habitual

relate it to time

we’re laughing at the future and we cry ’bout the past

I’m holding on forever but how long will forever last?

Without you my life would be boring

The Knife N.Y. Hotel

This is our last goodbye

Now you should be holding me

Punk rock t-shirt, black cap and tattoo

The first things I noticed about you

Now you should be holding me

Now you should be holding me

The Knife Neverland

Eyes are sober and this is the plan

I’m sitting in a car heading Neverland

A fancy man a fancy man

He’s pointing with the fingers that are left on his hand

Eyes are hazel but far too cold

Looking out for love

But none of us can

Where’s the monkey that I’ve been told of

I’m staring at the money

That burns in my hand

I’m dancing for dollars

And for a fancy man

Come right over

I’ll knock on your shoulder

This is a story and this is what I’ve planned

An angry man an angry man

Nothing is more fatal than an angry man

Vulnerable heights

Feed the hand that bites me

Following the steam into another room

Standing in the corner

Is this my home

Showing us love that none of us can

I’m singing for money

That burns in my hand

Tell me

Will I make it home tonight

I’m doing it for dollars and for a fancy man

I’ve got a lot of money that burns in my hand

The Knife Minerals

White sand made up of shells upon which rests carious rock

Then prismatic feldspar between these and former ones

Hard white rock with yellow spots

A heap of white balls beneath white sand

Same process now going on shore, living iron found in it

Sand white from decomposition of feldspar in places

Every rock is covered with pistiform concretions in places

Impossible to tell whether it is Breccia of modern or older days

Lower beds of white sand become filled with large boulders of lower rocks

Beneath this comes a line of another stratum

More soily and contains large and more numerous shells

A regular bed of oysters remains attached to the rocks