[Björk]
The space in your voice
Shows the scale of your compassion
The tone of your voice
Reveals the space you give others

[Björk & Ísadóra Bjarkardóttir Barney]
The more I love you (The more you love me)
The stronger you become (The stronger I become)
The less you need me (And the less I need you)
[Verse 2 : Björk]
A dry voice
Comes from a stingy heart
But a moist voice
Comes from abundance

[Björk & Ísadóra Bjarkardóttir Barney]
The more I love you (The more you love me)
The better you will survive (The better I will survive)
The more freedom I give you (The more freedom you give me)

[Björk & Ísadóra Bjarkardóttir Barney]
When a mother’s house (A mother’s house)
Has a room for each child (Each child)
It’s only describing (Describing)
The interior of her heart (Interior of her heart)

[Björk & Ísadóra Bjarkardóttir Barney]
A ballon painted with red clay
With lubrication will not crack
But will inflate
Then float high

[Björk]
Undo, undo, undo, undo (The fortune of)
Undo, undo (Of her heart)
Undo

Her Mother’s House (feat. ísadóra bjarkardóttir barney)

2022

Between the gabber eruptions, Fossora offers tender songs written for Björk’s mother, a poem by the 18th-century fisherwoman and drifter Látra-Björg, the buttery voice of Serpentwithfeet and backing vocals from Sindri, her son, and Doa, who lends a pristine, folky tone to Her Mother’s House.

The Guardian

It’s also about me trying to be graceful about it. I have a very strange sense of humor that people don’t get sometimes, but it’s a humorous song about me being a kind of pendulum who either clings on too much or lets go too much.

Björk - Elle

“Her Mother’s House” acts as a farewell to both Hildur and Ísadóra, the latter of whom co-wrote the song with Björk. It’s a calm, painfully elegant choral-and-clarinet lament – a kind of eulogy to a memory, or to a vastly different life. After an album’s worth of superimposed pasts and futures, it feels like a narrative written from the twinned perspectives of Björk and Hildur, as well as the other matriarchs of their line. “When a mother wishes to have a house with space for each child / She is only describing the interior of her heart,” Björk sings, Ísadóra’s voice overlapping and harmonising with hers. It’s a simple, humble, totally staggering line – an expression of pure humanity, as far from alien as could be

The Saturday Paper