It Wasn't Just One Journalist Getting It

Pedaling Through The Dark Currents, I Find An Accurate Copy. A Blue Print Of The Pleasure In Me.

When I Write A Song, I See A Tunnel, And Then The Chorus Is An Open Space, Or The Bassline Is Doing This Shape. I See Songs As A More Of A Geometric, Spacial Experience.

I Think After Iceland's Independence In 1944, We Were Not Very Sure Of Ourselves And Our Confidence Was Really Low. It Took One Generation To Sort Of Get Over That. I'm Second Generation. My Parents Were Born In 1945-46. Our Movement At The Punk Times Was Like, We Can Sing In Icelandic, We Are Strong.

I'm Back At My Cliff Still Throwing Things Off I Listen To The Sounds They Make On Their Way Down I Follow Him With My Eyes 'till They Crash Imagine What My Body Would Sound Like Slamming Against Those Rocks.

How Could I Be So Immature To Think You Could Replace The Missing Elements In Me. How Extremely Lazy Of Me.