Let's get lyrical, lyrical: Sigur Ros - Fljotavik

Shower me with towel
Shall we scare 'em now
You're sick and I'll strip you
Suck the hunter
You're stealing my Hebrew

You suck on me, yaaaa
You stole people's thighs
You look me in the eye
Oh come fart out stars
Your one's purple

Hey yes, come here now
How come our car layers?
Your scurvy laid the goose
How is Warren?
Your stern arms are loose

You shit on the arse
Your stern arms laugh
You're shitting on stern arms
Your shitty arms
You roped my mum
You're shitting on stern arms
Your shitty arms
You broke my drum
You're shitting on stern arms
Your shitty arms

Whoever said that it's not important whether you understand what Sigur Ros are singing about is TOTALLY deluded. And deprived. I mean, screw the bowed guitars and prickly-haired strings; there is seriously nothing more transcendent than picking apart Jonsi's gorgeous, candid lyricism. Seriously, English comes alive when you pour through the man's poetry.

Huh, what? Why you looking at me like a pigeon? Oh, you mean you didn't know he sung in English the whole time? Oh, so you ALSO bought into that blah about Hopelandish or Icelandic and all? No wonder you look like that! Have a look at the above sample, and see what you're missing out, and be eternally freed from confused staring. Hey, I said you can stop staring. What? You say you're staring at me like a pigeon because you are a pigeon? Bullcrap. Pigeons don't stare like that. You're a crow. Caw off.

Sigur Ros - Fljotavik (from Með Suð í Eyrum Við Spilum Endalaust) [BUY]