{"version":"1.0","type":"rich","provider_name":"Bj\u00f6rk.fr \u2013 Site francophone d\u00e9di\u00e9 \u00e0 Bj\u00f6rk : musique, clips et actualit\u00e9s","provider_url":"https:\/\/www.bjork.fr","title":"words","author_name":"","width":"480","height":"315","url":"http:\/\/bjork.fr\/words,2254","html":"\u003Ch4 class='title'\u003E\u003Ca href='http:\/\/bjork.fr\/words,2254'\u003Ewords\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cblockquote class='spip'\u003E\n\u003Cp\u003EI never used to believe in words, and at first I didn\u2019t sing in words, it was just noises and sounds. I used to be in an experimental band with my best friend when I was 15. She played the popcorn machine and miked it up, and I played the drums to it. We weren\u2019t even trying to be funny. And my friend organised to record my grandfather snoring, and that was supposed to be our loop, our rhythm [she snores theatrically] to do a song to.\u003C\/p\u003E\n\u003C\/blockquote\u003E\n"}