An ode to music, personified as a female saint. A matriarchal figure whose powers of healing, love and empathy are boundless and timeless. Björk feels that music has healed her even at the worst points in her life.
Sonically, the song features many layers of vocals that are all slightly out of time...
[Verse 1]
She always knows when people need stroking
And is attracted to deathbeds and divorces
I dreamt she cared for my dying grandfather
Lying naked face down on his bed
[Verse 2]
She insists on total presence
And knows how to get through to the rest of us
She has entered me thousandfold often
And undone knots at my most awkward
[Refrain 1]
Music, music loves too
[Verse 3]
She reaches out to orphans and refugees
Embraces them with thermal blankets
Her favourite childhood moments
Were at a hospital for the disabled
[Verse 4]
I've seen her offer empathy to widows
She attends funerals of strangers
Her strongest memory
Is feeding children with leprosy
[Refrain 2]
Music heals too
I'm here to defend it
Ambassador