PJ Harvey is truly in a league of her own...
I feel an overwhelming urge to just lose myself in pure indulgence—to soak in cream, feast on grapes, and have someone like Robert De Niro sitting right there with me. It is enough to keep me wide awake at night;
the mere thought sends my mind spinning in circles.
I find myself dreaming of escaping to Spain, spending endless nights simply sipping on sweet nectar over ice. But honestly, sleep evades me because my thoughts are racing so intensely, leaving my head in a constant state of vertigo.
I want to be more daring than even the most notorious historical villains who sought to wipe out entire populations. I want to cause absolute chaos! I can’t catch a wink of sleep because my mind won't stop spinning; even Aphrodite herself couldn't compete with the intensity I'm feeling.
Take me to the moon, fly me to the moon.
I want to let my hair down on stage, calling out for my Romeo to come and find me amidst the chaos. My head is still reeling; even Aphrodite doesn't stand a chance against this feeling.
Take me to the moon, fly me to the moon.