Oslo Oedipus - Jenny Hval

In Oslo

It’s swap and people walk through the city

Quietly like friendly zombies

Like a sleeping army a secret rhythm

A sudden sticks a slow burning flame

Of safety lies at the heart, we can feel it

But we cannot find it

In and out between us a thin silver trail

Of broken glass stitches us to the ground

Reflecting us cut and ron

The city windows covered with cardboards and wood panels

Oslo Oedipus

I am Oslo Oedipus