Through the warmest cord of care
Your love was sent to me
I'm not sure what to do with it
Or where to put it

I'm so close to tears
And so close to
Simply calling you up
I'm simply suggesting

We go to the hidden place
That we go to the hidden place
We go to the hidden place
We go to a hidden place

Now I have been slightly shy
And I can smell a pinch of hope
To almost have allowed
Once fingers to stroke
The fingers I was given
To touch with but careful, careful

There lies my passion, hidden
There lies my love
I'll hide it under a blanket
Lull it to sleep

I'll keep it in a hidden place
I'll keep it in a hidden place
Keep it in a hidden place
Keep it in a hidden place

He's the beautifulest
Fragilest still strong
Dark and divine
And the littleness of his movements

Hides himself
Invents a charm
That makes him invisible
Hides in the air

Can I hide there too
Hide in the air of him
Seek solace
Sanctuary

In the hidden place
In a hidden place
In a hidden place
We'll stay in a hidden place

Oh, in a hidden place
We'll live in a hidden place
We'll be in a hidden place
In a hidden place


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Hidden Place Lyrics as written by Guy Sigsworth Mark Bell

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    There is something unorthodox about the situation she found herself in. She doesn't know what to do with the love. She clearly feels it, and one would hope that the object of her desire feels the same way. This is indicated by the 'cord of care' as cords can be seen to resonate and to strings close in frequency will eventually match each other perfectly.

    But what about the situation? The boy isn't there. He's hiding, in the air, a phone call away, in a sanctuary maybe he's recluse, or deeply in tune with nature and out of reach.

    There's a great deal of tension, in missing a chance to touch. The longing for touch seems exceedingly strong. And the praise she gives him is quite mighty.

    Who knows how many close calls have nearly (re)united them?

    PeaceOfGodon June 15, 2007   Link
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    these lyrics stood out to me: I'm so close to tears (she misses her man a lot) And so close to Simply calling you up (booty call!) I'm simply suggesting (she suggests sex) we go to that hidden place (she wants to go somewhere so they can have sex. "hidden" bcuz of course, u dont have sex out in the open unless ur an exhibitionist)

    evilbabyon March 31, 2008   Link
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    angel pop #1: Vespertine First in a series of notes on lyric details and aspects from the mainstream pop canon.

    It was written as domestic music, “music for the home”. Its original name was ‘Domestika’, the title track of which was relegated to a B-side, and is the only real point where the writer breaks the spell she is under, delivering instead words that are a hymn to the banal: “Oh boy, where have I put my keys? I’ve looked in my pocket. Behind the newspaper. And underneath the remote control. And I cannot find where I put it again.”

    Bjork didn’t call her album Domestika, because she felt it would be too obvious, that theme already far too implicit in its small, finest china sounds. ‘Vespertine’ amplifies what she felt was another important aspect of the album. The dictionary definition has it as “pertaining to, or occurring in the evening: vespertine stillness.” or in the context of botany, “opening or expanding in the evening, as certain flowers.” or with zoology, “appearing or flying in the early evening; crepuscular.”

    What she’s really talking about is sex. The home is the garden of sex, after all. It is where we grow new humans, and blur the boundaries between our shells and others. All definitions of ‘vespertine’ bleed into Bjork’s thinking about sex; about us as dehiscent evening flowers, of crepuscular, curious creatures hunting and smelling each other.

    Her language links every thought to a physical act. It’s almost sex magic.

    When she is writing about negotiating another human being, this translates most literally to sex, but even when discussing the more abstract, interpersonal stuff: feelings, thoughts, the rendering of these thoughts in physical expressions becomes almost sexualised.

    Through her work her body is consistently presented as an interface that can manipulate internal monologues and anxieties with her mouth or fingers, even her womb.

    “Who would have known? A train of pearls cabin by cabin. Is shot precisely from a mouth. From a mouth of a girl like me. To a boy.” It’s most obvious visual counterpart is the scene from Matthew Barney’s Drawing Restraint 9, where, in a flooding tearoom aboard a Japanese whaling vessel, Bjork and Barney lovingly slice at each other with flensing knives in a delicate abstraction of sex.

    Perhaps it was Barney’s response track. Vespertine is, of course, insatiable with love and other hunger for him.

    “Through the warmthest cord of care. Your love was sent to me. I’m not sure what to do with it. Or where to put it.” Bjork becomes hyper-literate with longing. “He’s. The beautifullest. Fragilest. Still strong. Dark and divine. And the littleness of his movements. Hides himself.”

    “Who would have known: miraculous breath. To inhale a beard loaded with courage.”

    In lyrics omitted from the album she writes of “Having an ocean of desire. Having a hairy desire around the hips. Having eyes that can see in the dark. And too much space between the legs.”

    Her lover is a thing which hides, can make itself invisible, which nestles into her bosom like an animal. She hibernates, finds sanctuary in the immensity of his his hair and smell, and traces his topography in nature: “A mountain shade. Suggests your shape. I tumble down to my knees. Fill the mouth with snow. The way. It. Melts. I wish. To melts with you.”

    Cocoon is a relatively straight and unpretentious sexual anecdote: Bjork and Barney making love in sleepy rapture, she eventually waking to find him still inside of her. She doesn’t destroy the moment with floweriness, but instead remarks upon it with classic Bjork-in-speech exclamation point directness: “Gorgeousness!”

    The detail of the words make the piece magical. There are no cringes. It is hard to write about sex. The only piece of music I can think of which has ever attempted to articulate the same scenario as something profound is Ari Up’s abysmal farewell note, Lazy Slam.

    Cocoon is juxtaposed though which It’s Not Up To You. There are no lovers here. Just the author. Casting spells to alleviate the sickness.

    “If you wake up and the day feels a-broken. Just lean into the crack. And it will tremble ever so nicely. Notice. How it sparkles. Down there.”

    When she writes about boredom and frustration it is almost as though she is making love to it.

    In the narrative of Vespertine this despondency chases Bjork through the rooms of her too-empty house, stuff spilling out of her and coiling around her in ribbons: “Pedaling through the dark currents in me. I find an accurate copy. A blueprint. Of the pleasure in me. Swirling. Black lilies. Totally ripe.”

    He doesn’t return until halfway through the album, awakening her from dreams where she loses her voice, which can only be restored by swallowing little glowing lights her mother and son bake for her.

    Maybe more than about domesticity, and the home as a theatre to the minutiae of love (other flavours of domestic love, such as maternal admiration appear in album b-sides like Mother Heroic), Vespertine is about love and sex and the desperate, unravelling energies that surge within your most sacred of spaces when those chemicals are encountered.

    Bjork writes about the sublimation of love. Uniquely for pop music, there is no anger in this. She isn’t accusing about the distance either in geography or ideals between her and her lover. Rather than lapsing into neurosis, her feelings become as necessary and strength-lending as food, and she chews herself fat on them. Even in Generous Palmstroke, when her song-voice breaks down, struggling with the syntax and admitting “I am strong in his hands. I am above. Way beyond me. I… con… She’s strong in his hands. She is beyond her. On her own she is human. And she does faults.”

    The narrative, unsure of which person these most private admissions should be delivered in, carefully encircles the non-word in the lyric by doing so: confess.

    Harmony Korine wrote one song. Other trivia concerning the lyrics of Vespertine are available from Wikipedia.

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    xeroxboyon September 03, 2012   Link
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    Vespertine is definetely Bjork's most intimate record, and this track proves it. Again, this is one of those songs that goes in my little collection, detailing a moment of my short life on earth. The confusion and doubt within any relationship is expressed so clearly by Bjork in this song. But there's also a beauty surrounding these aspects, a place where you don't have to focus on the difficulties but rather, on the uniqueness and splendor of the relationship. Bjork is so vulnerable with her expression of feeling in this song. She is acknowledging her fear of love itself and indulging in a reverie of escape with her lover.

    AdrenalineKittenon June 19, 2002   Link
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    I think this song is about the deepest, closest form of love...

    Through the warmthest cord of care, Your love was sent to me (the cord is ... the thing) I'm so close to tears (there will be some pain) We go to that hidden place (her hidden place...) To almost have allowed once fingers to stroke (...to stroke inside) But careful, careful (have to be gentle) There lies my passion hidden, there lies my love (it's her most precious place) He's the beautifullest, fragilest, still strong, dark and divine (it's his beautiful, fragile, and strong thing)

    chakazulon July 25, 2008   Link
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    I agree completely with your last sentence, AdrenalineKitten. ...She's aware she loves him, she doesn't know how quite to handle the situation and what she shall do next (" Now I have Been slightly shy And I can smell a pinch of hope To almost have allowed once fingers To stroke The fingers I was given to touch with But careful, careful There lies my passion, hidden There lies my love I'll hide it under a blanket Lull it to sleep "). Just so sweet lyrics, the background music is just great and makes this song - together with Bjork's voice itself - something extraordianry in musical expression. Though you have to admit that you first have to get used to this kind of music she made here at all, but then you'll enjoy it very much ;)

    AgathaKavkaon July 08, 2002   Link
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    it's kinda like hidden love; sex. or it could just define anything she feels passionately about. that's kinda a naughty, unorthedox (how do u spell that?). But that's human nature. People are not tempted to be law-abiding. they want to be bad; natural; real.

    waywayway2weirdon December 16, 2004   Link
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    (excuse my sentace fragments)

    waywayway2weirdon December 16, 2004   Link
  • 0
    General Comment

    Reality is often not a true reflection of the genuine sounds located in the secret places within ourselves.

    saturnsongson July 14, 2005   Link
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    Perhaps escaping reality through intamicy?

    Mivikudagson February 26, 2006   Link

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