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and this is what happens at the edge of history

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Don't be afraid
It's only blood
November 28, 2025 at 3:51 PM
You're a girl, you're a boy, you're a girl
And I love you
November 28, 2025 at 2:50 PM
Like I always dreamt of being
Replayed over time
November 28, 2025 at 1:49 PM
It is an act of love
He enters you through your body
His voice is an act of love
His eyes through you like holy water
November 28, 2025 at 12:45 PM
From the very back of the church choir I am standing
Lone alto range, girl in black
The front row clasp their hands now, they're singing with devotion
I separate from feeling, complex harmonic motion
November 28, 2025 at 11:44 AM
Sleep tight forever
Sleep tight forever
November 28, 2025 at 10:43 AM
No future
Oh, the fruit flies
November 28, 2025 at 9:43 AM
Do you hear me calling?
It's not in the words
It's not in the rhythm
November 28, 2025 at 8:40 AM
This is the small beep on the cassette before the sound begins
This is the countdown to the movie reel
This is the drumroll
This is the uterus where we are before we begin
November 28, 2025 at 7:35 AM
A compensation, she always says
For something too wild
November 28, 2025 at 6:31 AM
Our mothers softly humming: We're at the edge of history
November 28, 2025 at 5:29 AM
Any sign is a promise of love, of being exposed
A staged ritual undressing taking the place of consummation
November 28, 2025 at 4:25 AM
Alice lost; she took a long rest in an unknown place
She thought, 'Where do all these creatures come from?
And why are they here?'
Like in a club of fur
November 28, 2025 at 3:26 AM
I understand why people want to feel newborn
I understand that it’s the same as feeling unborn
November 28, 2025 at 2:28 AM
The rain was still rain
We couldn't hide from it
I sought comfort between supermarket shelves and in cafes
But the water followed us everywhere
November 28, 2025 at 1:24 AM
And tonight
When I looked up from my notebook
There was a scythe in my hand
November 28, 2025 at 12:24 AM
Remember when I started saying 'of corpse' every time I wanted to agree on something? I was inserting a little slice of death with my agreement.
November 27, 2025 at 11:23 PM
We sit in a worn tea room, drinking worn tea
November 27, 2025 at 10:22 PM
I got afraid that I'd dug too deep
Stirred up something in the body
The glands of instinct, fear, and desire
November 27, 2025 at 9:23 PM
I was playing some kind of instrument
That was just a shape in the earth
Like I was playing by digging my own grave
November 27, 2025 at 8:23 PM
This blood bitch's tale
It goes a bit like this
November 27, 2025 at 7:22 PM
They must be drawn to something
She reaches back through centuries of arms
November 27, 2025 at 6:17 PM
And when she had me, the midwife
Looked her in the eye and said 'Poor baby, you're so scared'
November 27, 2025 at 5:15 PM
Conceptual romance is you
It's you and I
November 27, 2025 at 4:09 PM
A mirror slowly coming together
From little pieces of our throats
November 27, 2025 at 3:04 PM