Why is an Asian woman with a gold sparkly wig skipping barefoot in the middle of the streets of New York to an etherial Islandic song whose title means “Warning”?
Even more puzzling, why is she skipping through every place I go when I’m in the city? For me, that’s the scary part, because I expect to see myself bicycling through one of these shots, because that’s how I usually get around Brooklyn and Manhattan.
This is one of those instances where I think I’ve been brain hacked.
Here are the lyrics:
Þrjú lagst útOg reitum til alls tiðnaÚt allt, allt útOg kveikjum bálkertiOg vindur undan fráSem hverlir orðnar múrarAllt, allt út um alltOg nóg beini er kaltDrepur alltVarúðVarúðÚtan liður í ísköldKveikjum varðeld, þá að komi kvöldOg orðin bíðum bláköldVið reisum aftur á sifurskjólOg vindur undan fráSem hverlir orðnar múrarAllt, allt út um alltÞarna lá þúsund fallOg dregur allVarúðVarúðVarúð
Three laid outAnd fields of everything meltedOut all, all out.And let’s light the bonfire-candlesAnd the winds from far away.As ?who/might be something else? became brick wallsAll, everywhereAnd enough bones are coldKills everythingWarningWarningOutside, part of the icecoldLet’s light a bonfire, when it’s eveningAnd words wait bluecoldLet’s build again a silver shelterAnd winds from underneathAs ?who? became brick wallsAll, everywhereThere laid a thousand fallsAnd draws everythingWarningWarningWarning