Yo.
Do you realize that "Pagan Poetry" is only the fifth track on Vespertine?
All the set up, all the glory, all the distance we travel to get to the most perfect track of the decade...takes place in four songs?
I mean, "Cocoon" is about as perfect an e.e. cummings poem of a downtempo sigh you will ever find, and yet the context that Vespertine establishes for that song makes it even greater than it is and, somehow, makes it prelude to even greater things.
Once, Bjork had a love of icy perfection that she knew could never last. Imagine standing in a castle made of ice in an imaginary land with the perfect lover dying from the knowledge that someday he'd be left behind.
And then imagine singing about it.
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