New Utensils

by Fever Ray

From the album: Radical Romantics

Track 3 of 10 on Radical Romantics (2023).

Duration: 4:17

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Lyrics for New Utensils

Bringing a bowl Of pepper, sand, and salt Get off at dawn Digging a hole Fill it with tinder and coal Precious time on your own We light the lantern A slumber dancer Takes a form Perfect location Site observation in a song Maybe I come home Monday Whatever works Lips, fists, a mouthful of words New utensils Think of the season Like a poem Grass, leaves, and tree It's not up to me anymore Maybe I come home Monday Whatever works Lips, fists, a mouthful of words They're always hungry I might just spare some Striking clouds We bend our routine Be nice to me before you're gone Maybe I come home Monday Whatever works Lips, fists, a mouthful of words West coast is the best coast We feast in the east Pull up a skirt, grind the beasts

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  1. What They Call Us
  2. Shiver
  3. New Utensils
  4. Kandy
  5. Even It Out
  6. Looking For A Ghost
  7. Carbon Dioxide
  8. North
  9. Tapping Fingers
  10. Bottom Of The Ocean