This spring | holds a killer her in her claws | she comes up with the river that climbs the mountainside | if she climbs up the ribs, climbs up the lips | with a swing in her hips. | The spring time, the spring time is here | it sprung from my … the light in … | so there’s … | my heart is a beak and a mouth that sings | hey what do you see, hey what do you hear | the sound of the sea | or the sound of your heart heart heart heart heart | nervous, nervous, nervous instead | The water, the water the waves | release her, release her from me. | Are you counting yourself | the spring, spring | I cover my ears, | and open my mouth | the depth seeps into my bones | like it’s floating in salt water | water | When I slip into the water | covered by the gentle wave, I follow a trail of secrets | patterned light passes right through you | Driftwood town but lips and salt lake a black vegetable soup of hair and teeth | I run out to you | I run out to them | I run out of bullets | I run out of you | I run out of you
“Mephisto in the Water”, sung and written by Jenny Hval from her nicely titled album Innocence is Kinky. Well, indeed it is – and if Ms. Hval was my favorite female singer, then Ms. Berg would be my favorite female writer. Ask Frau Sibylle!