'Classic Objects' by Jenny Hval is taken from new album 'Classic Objects', out now via 4AD. Listen to the album here: jennyhval.ffm.to/classicobjects
Lyrics;
There was a painter in my first studio space.
I remember she used to attach her own hair to her paintings.
Left out in the hallway, versions of her face,
desperate, but hopeful.
A row of death masks fusing life and death together,
I mean life and art, or is it death and art,
or maybe it’s just me?
At times I have been obsessed with connecting
to materials and textures,
and I dreamt of having a face made of marble.
How do you kiss a piece of marble? Or a piece of gold?
I’ve always tried to prove that I’m the living, connecting dead parts.
Once I tried acting,
I was the virgin in the cast, like I wasn’t quite human.
Performing alabaster, an empty canvas,
the shape around the others,
in a silent pageant,
away from emotion.
Now I rearrange objects that my friend made for my show.
I’m not sure if these are art or just stuff she made for me,
but I rearrange them on the countertop
like I’m examining a stage plot,
working on my performance,
examining the borders,
living my text.
Two dead parts. Two still lifes.