CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Carried by Invisible Bodies
Storytelling
Story, storytelling
This is a story
Storytelling
So, right now I feel like
There are two, there is like double fiction
So I'll try, I'll try to think what I was, what I was writing
I was writing something about how
It kind of feels like there are two layers of fiction right now
Because there is stuff I'm writing, like for this
Which would normally be considered fiction 'cause it's something else
Like, it's not like I'm writing an email or anything
Or speaking with someone about reality
I'm always speaking with someone else
I don't know who you are supposеd to be
But it's like someonе that's not present at the other end
Someone who can't give anything back in that way that is realistic, I guess
But even, even my so-called realistic conversations are fictional right now
Because it's like, you know, everything is cancelled
But it wasn't cancelled yesterday
Yesterday, everyone said that it would go on
And then today, it was cancelled
So everything I said yesterday about that, then, would be fictional
What is this space, then?
Is this space somewhere that will then become true?
I guess that's why I've always been in music
And I've enjoyed recording
Because there, there has been some kind of potential of, of
How should I put it? Um
It is somehow contagious
But in some way you're not aware of
Carried by invisible bodies from one person to another
You don't know how you're gonna react
And when you do react
You react with body parts you didn't know you had
Very small ones, like, you know, all the little hairs you don't normally feel in your body
All this is, what, I guess, the only story being told about reality that really works is right now
We are given all these body parts, the responsibility of them
You know, your face, your mouth, the nose that you use
The narrative is a bit limited, perhaps
The narrative is don't touch them
So maybe I am here then to allow myself to touch them
Story, storytelling
This is a story
Storytelling
So, right now I feel like
There are two, there is like double fiction
So I'll try, I'll try to think what I was, what I was writing
I was writing something about how
It kind of feels like there are two layers of fiction right now
Because there is stuff I'm writing, like for this
Which would normally be considered fiction 'cause it's something else
Like, it's not like I'm writing an email or anything
Or speaking with someone about reality
I'm always speaking with someone else
I don't know who you are supposеd to be
But it's like someonе that's not present at the other end
Someone who can't give anything back in that way that is realistic, I guess
But even, even my so-called realistic conversations are fictional right now
Because it's like, you know, everything is cancelled
But it wasn't cancelled yesterday
Yesterday, everyone said that it would go on
And then today, it was cancelled
So everything I said yesterday about that, then, would be fictional
What is this space, then?
Is this space somewhere that will then become true?
I guess that's why I've always been in music
And I've enjoyed recording
Because there, there has been some kind of potential of, of
How should I put it? Um
It is somehow contagious
But in some way you're not aware of
Carried by invisible bodies from one person to another
You don't know how you're gonna react
And when you do react
You react with body parts you didn't know you had
Very small ones, like, you know, all the little hairs you don't normally feel in your body
All this is, what, I guess, the only story being told about reality that really works is right now
We are given all these body parts, the responsibility of them
You know, your face, your mouth, the nose that you use
The narrative is a bit limited, perhaps
The narrative is don't touch them
So maybe I am here then to allow myself to touch them
