Everyone seems to presume that this song is about a man, or sex. But this is not the case, and quite frankly, unsatisfyingly simplistic. The entire album Post was, conceptually, a collection of musical "letters" to different individuals special to her when she moved from Iceland for the first time, to London; hence the name Post. "Army of Me" was to her little brother; "Cover Me" to fellow producer Neelee Hooper; "Possibly Maybe" to ex-lover Stephane Sedounai; "Headphones" to tape-maker Graham Massey; and "I Miss You" to some future, unknown lover.
"Enjoy" is another communique, with an exception: this letter is addressed to a place. London. London is a fast-paced, marvelously diverse metropolis with so much to explore, so much pleasure to offer. Certainly quite different from Iceland. She's excited about it and she can no longer simply visit. She can no longer watch the action from afar in Iceland; it's not that simple to her. She has to touch it with her own hands; she must immerse herself in the experience. It's so intense, it's like "sex without touching", a key lyric that rules out a man as her subject. It's almost an impulse, an instinct that she knows she must follow. It's a sacrifice; she's leaving her family behind. But she's only in this to enjoy! She'll be back. And eventually she did return to Iceland.
Everyone seems to presume that this song is about a man, or sex. But this is not the case, and quite frankly, unsatisfyingly simplistic. The entire album Post was, conceptually, a collection of musical "letters" to different individuals special to her when she moved from Iceland for the first time, to London; hence the name Post. "Army of Me" was to her little brother; "Cover Me" to fellow producer Neelee Hooper; "Possibly Maybe" to ex-lover Stephane Sedounai; "Headphones" to tape-maker Graham Massey; and "I Miss You" to some future, unknown lover.
"Enjoy" is another communique, with an exception: this letter is addressed to a place. London. London is a fast-paced, marvelously diverse metropolis with so much to explore, so much pleasure to offer. Certainly quite different from Iceland. She's excited about it and she can no longer simply visit. She can no longer watch the action from afar in Iceland; it's not that simple to her. She has to touch it with her own hands; she must immerse herself in the experience. It's so intense, it's like "sex without touching", a key lyric that rules out a man as her subject. It's almost an impulse, an instinct that she knows she must follow. It's a sacrifice; she's leaving her family behind. But she's only in this to enjoy! She'll be back. And eventually she did return to Iceland.