björk: cosmogony

music video made by bjorkchile with 'biophilia app' videos and images.

music: björk
lyrics: sjón and björk
brass arrangements: björk
transcriptions for brass: matt robertson
arrangements choirs: björk
beats: björk
programming beats: björk and damian taylor
sound: damian taylor, sveinn kjarttansson, curver, david bracey, addi 800 and andy baldwin
mixing: björk, curver, addi 800, and mandy parnell
production: björk

wellhart ltd / one little indian ltd / nonesuch records / universal music operations ltd

[ivanatyushnyakova]

Lyrics :)

Heaven
Heaven's bodies
Whirl around me
Make me wonder

And they say back then our universe
Was an empty sea, until a silver fox
And her cunning mate began to sing
A song that became the world we know

Heaven
Heaven's bodies
Whirl around me
Make me wonder

And they say back then our universe
Was a cold black egg, until the God inside
Burst out and from its shattered shell
He made what became the world we know

Heaven
Heaven's bodies
Whirl around me
Make me wonder

And they say back then our universe
Was an endless land, until our ancestors
Woke up and before they went back to sleep
They carved it up into the world we know

Heaven
Heaven's bodies
Whirl around me
Make me wonder

And they say back then our universe
Wasn't even there, until a sudden bang
And then there was light, was sound, was matter
And it all became the world we know

Heaven
Heaven's bodies
Whirl around me
And dance eternal

[LiminalRose]

This track gives me chills. Her voice is divine.

[Bassotronics]

The deep bass of this track is insane with a nice pair of subwoofers!

this is the song to put in the next deep space probe we launch

[Thbarn]

My goodness I need to listen to more of this.

[Djremy]

Bjork fan forever!! I dunno..this song seems so magical. :)

[malfunctionnnn]

I once read a 1 star review on biophilia saying that cosmogony is the only track that could even be considered a song. I think about this a lot, wondering if that person had properly functioning ears. Or perhaps they didn't listen to something like moon. That'd be surprising, considering it's the first track. I don't know, this song is one of my favourites off the album, but it amazes me how some people can listen to certain songs, in this case, everything else on biophilia, and not hear an incredible work of art. It's fascinating, isn't it, how people are capable of perceiving biophilia as a tangled mess of bad vocals and annoying instrumentals. I don't think I'll ever be able to understand this type of person.

[monicaalvagarfias]

Música de las esferas. quizá una es lo que escuchaba kepler al descubrir las armonía celeste. Música de la nueva era. Muy adelantada Björk, gran ejemplo de unión de la ciencia y el arte y más.

[FernandaLoquilla]

La Adoro me encanta esta música me hace pensar en las constelaciones :D

[irmadelvalle]

Definitivamente que arte, admirable 😳

[lindalola]

volando iniziando spaziando...via...fantastica

[Beladonawoods]

EXCESSO
Wislawa Szymborska

Foi descoberta uma nova estrela,
o que não significa que ficou mais claro
nem que chegou algo que faltava.

A estrela é grande e longínqua,
tão longínqua que é pequena,
menor até que outras
muito menores que ela.

A estranheza não teria aqui nada de estranho
se ao menos tivéssemos tempo para ela.
A idade da estrela, a massa da estrela, a posição da estrela,
tudo isso quiçá seja suficiente
para uma tese de doutorado
e uma modesta taça de vinho
nos círculos aproximados do céu:
o astrônomo, sua mulher, os parentes e os colegas,
ambiente informal, traje casual,
predominam na conversa os temas locais
e mastiga-se amendoim.

A estrela é extraordinária,
mas isso ainda não é razão
para não beber à saúde das nossas senhoras
incomparavelmente mais próximas.
A estrela não tem consequência.
Não influi no clima, na moda, no resultado do jogo,
na mudança de governo, na renda e na crise de valores.

Não tem efeito na propaganda nem na indústria pesada.
Não tem reflexo no verniz da mesa de conferência.
Excedente em face dos dias contados da vida.

Pois o que há para perguntar,
sob quantas estrelas um homem nasce,
e sob quantas logo em seguida morre.

Nova.
— Ao menos me mostre onde ela está.
— Entre o contorno daquela nuvenzinha parda esgarçada
e aquele galhinho de acácia mais à esquerda.
— Ah — exclamo.



(Tradução Regina Przybycien)