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Udøvende kunstnere

Tekster: Sleater Kinney. Hot Rock. Get Up.

And when the body finally starts to let go
Let it all go at once
Not peice by peice
But like a whole bucket of stars
Dumped into the universe

Whoooh! watch it go
Good-bye small hands, good-bye small heart
Good-bye small head
My soul is climbing tree trunks
And swinging from every branch

They're calling on me
They're calling on me
They're calling on
They're calling on me
They're calling on me
They're calling on

Do you think I'm an animal? Am I not?
Do you like fur? Do you wanna come over?
Are we captive only for a short time?
Is there splendor? I'm not ashamed
Desire shoots through me like birds singing

They're calling on me
They're calling on me
They're calling on
They're calling on me
They're calling on me
They're calling on

I hit the mark
I target moon, I target sky, I target sun
Fall down on the world, fall down on the world
Fall down on the world before it falls on you

Like beggars, like stars
Like whores, us all
Like beggars, like dogs
Like stars, us all

Shoot, straight for my heart
Shoot, straight for my heart

Like stars, so small
Like us, when we fall
Like beggars, like whores
Like lovers, oh, get up, too far
Oh, get up, too far

Like stars above
Look down, we're so small
Like stars above
Look down, us all