미국에서 태어난 스코트 워커는 60년대에는 팝 가수로, 70년대에는 번역가로 명성을 얻었다. 지난 20년간 좀처럼 모습을 드러내지 않았음에도 그에 대한 수많은 기사들이 쓰여졌었다. 상업적으로 전혀 돈이 되지 않는 앨범들을 냈지만, 그는 가수, 작곡가로서 여러 세대로부터 존경을 받았으며, 데이비드 보위, 줄리안 코프, 디바인 코미디, 데이비드 실바인 같은 사람들에게 결정적인 영향을 주었다. 최근에는 레오 까락스 감독의 "폴라 X"에서 음악을 담당하며 건재를 과시하고 있다. 5장으로 구성된 본작은 디지털 리마스터된 총 93트랙, 56페이지의 부클릿과 함꼐 SCOTT WALKER의 음악인생을 총 정리해주고 있다! .... ....
Mist falls and his voice cracks from the morning Flowers and my body feels like lead Someone should have stopped the birds from singing today Hammers from striking nails into clay
Her face penetrates the blue gray morning Her eyes pregnant pools produce a tear Someone should have shouted you had gone in her ear That summer was stolen away
Such a small love Such a little tear You would laugh so loud If you could see us here
With my one suit Badly pressed and worn Like a child left In the world alone
He speaks I don't hear a word he's saying Hang on to the pine trees and the snow Reach out grab the memories that are left for your hand They'll help you get by for a while
Such a small love Such a little tear Is this all that's left On your cheek so pale
His shallow half lit eyes His rotted teeth grown on Our drunken madman nights Ending up in jail
Midnight mornings Drenched in day-glo red Words colliding Things we left unsaid
Perfumed pillows Girls that clung so near Such a small love Such a little tear
Hello Mr. Big Shot Say, you're looking smart I've had a tiring day I took the kids along to the park
You've become a stranger Every night with the boys Got a new suit That old smile's come back And I kiss the children good night And I slip away on the newly waxed floor
I've become a giant I fill every street I dwarf the rooftops I hunchback the moon
Stars dance at my feet Leave it all behind me Screaming kids on my knee And the telly swallowing me And the neighbor shouting next door And the subway trembling the roller-skate floor
I seek the buildings blazing with moonlight In Channing Way Their very eyes seem to suck you in with their laughter They seem to say
You're all right now So stop a while behind our smile In Channing Way
Oh to die of kisses Ecstasies and charms Pavements of poets will write that I died In nine angel's arms
And they all were smiling Still seductive as sin in their eyes The man I had been No more hard luck stories to wear Nothing left to give Why the hell should I care
Ann owns my smile and Mary's my shadow In Channing Way And with her cellophane sighs Celina the candle Begs me to stay
You're all right now So stop a while behind our smile In Channing Way
Voices from a photograph Laugh from your wall Scream through your dreams Wake up Rosemary and wipe your teary eyes
Rise and cross the cold bare floor And watch the moon through frosted glass Damn that photograph I'll have to take it down
She hears the boats as they move down the river She sees a dog straining hard on his leash to get away She hears the clock and it strikes like a hammer Pounding the nails one day further in the coffin of her youth
Evenings with your mother's friends Pregnant eyes, sagging chins Swollen fingertips Pour antique cups of tea
Who are you and where you been? Suspended in a weightless wind Watching trains go by From platforms in the rain
Look at the photograph Dream back last summer Dream back the lips Of that traveling salesman, Mr. Jim
He smelled of miracles With stained glass whispers You loved his laughter You tremble beneath him once again
That's what I want A new shot at life But my coat's too thin My feet won't fly
And I watch the wind and I see another dream blowin' by
She stands all alone You can hear her hum softly From her fire escape in the sky She fills the bags 'neath her eyes With the moonbeams And cries 'cause the world's passed her by
Didn't time sound sweet yesterday? In a world filled with friends You lose your way
She's a haunted house And her windows are broken And the sad young man's gone away Her bathrobe's torn And tears smudge her lipstick And the neighbors just whisper all day
Didn't time sounds sweet yesterday? In a world filled with friends You lose your way
He's a hero of the war All the neighborhood is talkin' 'bout your son Mrs. Reiley get his medals Hand them 'round to everyone Show his gun to all the children in the street It's too bad he can't shake hands or move his feet
He's a hero of the war You can see his picture in the local news Mrs. Reiley seems the girl next door is nowhere to be found Once you couldn't keep that boy from hangin' 'round Never mind dear, you're with your mum once more
He's a hero of the war Like his dad he gave his life the war before It was tragic how you almost died of pain when he was born With no husband there beside you through it all Ring the bell if you get hungry or you fall
You're a hero of the war Why those teardrops on your cheek? it's so absurd Feelin' empty it's the emptiness of heroes like your son And what made him leave his mother for a gun Driven forward driven back and nothing more
Moon breathin' in thru' my window Curtains are sighing dust of the day Still I'm not alone like all my neighbours say
Time Operator Take the time to take the time To come over here We got so much in common Seems it's hard for us to sleep With all the razzle dazzle in the street
The man come to shut off my water The man come to shut down my lights yesterday I'm not one to moan I made the bill for the telephone
Now I wouldn't care if you're ugly 'Cos here with the lights out I couldn't see You just picture Paul Newman And girl he looks a lot like me
Time Operator Take the time to take the time To come over here We got so much in common Seems it's hard for us to sleep With all the razzle dazzle in the street
As old Joe sat a dyin' The baby down the hall was cryin' Somebody had a party goin' on The fat boy you told tales to Moved away the other day To think with no goodbye He could have gone A postcard from Sun City Was found layin' by your side A kind of desert place Where old folks dry away You gazed out through the window At the wonders of the sky As if it were the first time every day
There ain't no-one left alive to call me Joe You used to say No-one left alive To call me Joe.
You've been beyond the boundaries Understood it all And thought of nothing The ultimate was simple to your eyes Just watch the world make madness As the youth cried their replies An old man knows far better than to try. They say towards the end You hardly left your shabby room Where once you loved to go Walkin' Thru' the day Sit back and watch a spider Weave your window 'Cross the moon And meals on wheels Laughed kindly When you'd say
There ain't no-one left alive to call me Joe To call me Joe No-one left alive to call me Joe.
Joanna I cant forget the one they call joanna We own the summer hand in hand joanna And now she"s always just a tear awayGoodbye you-you long lost summerLeaving me behind youRepeating things for loversThat may find youI still hang on to every word that dayYou passed my way Joanna you made the man a child again so sweetlyHe breathed your smileLooked in your eyes completely
And on his heart theres still a trace of you I loved you but nothing in this world could make you mineYet still in time joanna ----joanna you may remember me and change your mind----musical break I loved you but nothing in this world could make you mineBut still in time joanna Joanna you may remember me and change your mind
What was it like when we were young Sleeping in each others arms Walking in each others dreams Was it only yesterday I've forgotten anyway
What was it like to hear your name Where's the girl that I once knew Running home thru winter parks Arm in Arm and heart in heart Now like children in the dark We hold hands and watch the rain
When you kissed my eyes awake Running mornings crowded streets Just to find we've missed our bus but we'd laugh , kiss, what the hell
When you'd burst in from the rain Clasp my head between your hands, kiss away the darkest day Always there to understand. You could make me proud again
Now I go aimlessly at night Sleep with faces I don't know Always coming back to you and the shadows of this room
I must search you eyes again Just to find that they are dead
Best Of Both Worlds, That's what you want All your own way, That's not my way And I won't share you, I couldn't fare to It's time for you to choose Which one you'd rather loose Could you love me, And forget me Are you sorry, That you've met me? What we've been through, Means nothing to you I can't satisfy you You want Best Of Both Worlds Make your fickle mind up I won't stay while you enjoy Best of Both Worlds I have loved you Since I found you You belong here, Just look around you Keep your true love, Or take your new love You must choose between us, You want Best Of Both Worlds Make your fickle mind up I won't stay while you enjoy Best Of Both Worlds You've got to choose between us You just can't have the two of us Make your fickle mind up I won't stay while you enjoy Best of Both Worlds
Wasn't it a good year Wasn't filled with talking It still moves through my heart From time to time City after city Granite gray as morning Heroes died in subways left behind far behind like our love You're on your own again And you're your best again That's what you tell yourself I see it all the way as far as anyone can see Except when it began I was so happy I didn't feel like me
Long about now He's heading home Back from the rain Burned to the ground His ashes will rise black butterflies Tapping at my window pane He'll want to rest within my design All the way to the end Lighting my skies all up inside again Dimming Summer Long about now He's headin' home Drowning the games That steel a man Long about now He'll shrug and sigh and need me again
And if one day I should become A singer with a Spanish bum Who sings for women of great virtue I'd sing to them with a guitar I borrowed from a coffee bar Well, what you don't know doesn't hurt you My name would be Antonio And all my bridges I would burn And when I gave them some they'd know I'd expect something in return I'd have to get drunk every night And talk about virility With some old grandmother That might be decked out like a christmas tree And though pink elephants I'd see Though I'd be drunk as I could be Still I would sing my song to me About the time they called me "Jacky"
If I could be for only an hour If I could be for an hour every day If I could be for just one little hour Cute in a stupid ass way
And if I joined the social whirl Became procurer of young girls Then i would have my own bordellos My record would be number one And I'd sell records by the ton All sung by many other fellows My name would then be handsome Jack And I'd sell boats of opium Whisky that came from Twickenham Authentic queers And phony virgins If I had banks on every finger A finger in every country And every country ruled by me I'd still know where I'd want to be Locked up inside my opium den Surrounded by some china men I'd sing the song that I sang then About the time they called me "Jacky"
If I could be for only an hour If I could be for an hour every day If I could be for just one little hour Cute in a stupid ass way
Now, tell me, wouldn't it be nice That if one day in paradise I'd sing for all the ladies up there And they would sing along with me And we be so happy there to be Cos' down below is really nowhere My name would then be Junipher Then I would know where I was going And then I would become all knowing My beard so very long and flowing If I became deaf, dumb and blind (was: If I could play deaf, dumb and blind) Because I pitied all mankind And broke my heart to make things right I know that every single night When my angelic work was through The angels and the Devil too Would sing my childhood song to me About the time they called me "Jacky"
If I could be for only an hour If I could be for an hour every day If I could be for just one little hour Cute in a stupid ass way
Mama, do you see what I see On your knees and pray for me Mathilde's come back to me Charley, don't want another beer Tonight I'm gonna drink my tears Mathilde's come back to me Go ask the maid if she heard what I said Tell her to change the sheets on the bed Mathilde's come back to me Fellas, don't leave me tonight Tonight I'm going back to fight Wretched Mathilde's in sight
My heart, my heart, stop beating so Just make as if you didn't know That Mathilde's come back to me My heart, I don't want you to say She's lovelier than when she went away Mathilde, who's come back to me My heart, stop beating overjoyed Remember you were once destroyed By Mathilde, who's come back to me Fellas, please don't go away Tell me that I mustn't stay Mathilde's coming back today
My hands, you'll start to shake again When you remember all the pain Mathilde's come back to me You'll want to beat her black and blue But don't do it, I beg of you Mathilde's come back to me My hands, remember all the years Remember when you caught my tears Mathilde's come back to me My hands, you'll want to touch her now But please try and be strong somehow Mathilde's here, she's coming now, now
Mama, can you hear me yell Your baby boy's gone back to hell Mathilde's come back to me Charley, champagne right away I know you've been saving it for the holiday But Mathilde's come back to me Go ask the maid if she heard what I said Tell her to put the best sheets on the bed Mathilde's come back to me My friends, don't count on me no more I've gone and crashed through heaven's door My sweet Mathilde's here Once more, once more
In the port of Amsterdam There's a sailor who sings Of the dreams that he brings From the wide open sea In the port of Amsterdam There's a sailor who sleeps While the riverbank weeps With the old willow tree In the port of Amsterdam There's a sailor who dies Full of beer, full of cries In a drunken down fight And in the port of Amsterdam There's a sailor who's born On a muggy hot morn By the dawn's early light
In the port of Amsterdam Where the sailors all meet There's a sailor who eats Only fishheads and tails He will show you his teeth That have rotted too soon That can swallow the moon That can haul up the sails And he yells to the cook With his arms open wide Bring me more fish Put it down by my side Then he wants so to belch But he's too full to try So he gets up and laughs And he zips up his fly
In the port of Amsterdam You can see sailors dance Paunches bursting their pants Grinding women to paunch They've forgotten the tune That their whiskey voice croaks Splitting the night with the Roar of their jokes And they turn and they dance And they laugh and they lust Till the rancid sound of The accordion bursts Then out to the night With their pride in their pants With the slut that they tow Underneath the street lamps
In the port of Amsterdam There's a sailor who drinks And he drinks and he drinks And he drinks once again He drinks to the health Of the whores of Amsterdam Who have promised their love To a thousand other men They've bargained their bodies And their virtue long gone For a few dirty coins And when he can't go on He plants his nose in the sky And he wipes it up above And he pisses like I cry For an unfaithful love
Naked as sin, an army towel Covering my belly Some of us blush, somehow Knees turning to jelly Next, next
I was still just a kid There were a hundred like me I followed a naked body A naked body follwed me next, next
I was still just a kid When my innocence was lost In a mobile army whorehouse Gift from the army, free of cost Next, next
Me, I really would have liked A little touch of tenderness Maybe a word, a smile An hour of happiness But, next, next
Oh, it wasn't so tragic The high heavens did not fall But how much of that time I hated being there at all Next, next Now I always will recall The brothel truck, the flying flags The queer lieutenant who slapped Our asses as if we were fags Next, ne xt
I swear on the wet head Of my first case of gonorrhea It is his ugly voice That I forever hear Next, next
That voice that stinks of whiskey Of corpses and of mud It is the voice of nations It is the thick voice of blood Next, next
And since the each woman I have taken to bed Seems to laugh in my arms To whisper through my head Next, next
All the naked and the dead Should hold each other's hands As they watch me scream at night In a dream no one understands Next, next
And when I am not screaming In a voice grown dry and hollow I stand on endless naked lines Of the following and the followed Next, next
One day I'll cut my legs off Or burn myself alive Anything, I'll do anything To get out of line to survive Never to be next Never to be next.
Suffocating eyes and fast hellos and last good-byes Surround the night of me Mustache large like smoke from his cigar Coughs up a joke and laughs a net of sound
Swallowing the pinwheel clowns Consuming all the women Like a giant sponge Snap! The waiters animate Luxuriate like planets whirling 'round the sun Collapsing next to me Shouts don't look sad Things aren't so bad They're just more wrong than right His brandy brimmed voice whispers Come with me I hold the key The city's ours tonight
Pays the barmaid, slaps her ass She shrieks her gold teeth flash With rapturous delight Earthquaking the sawdust ground He grabs my arm and out into the famished night
Now two blazing leaves burning up ground The tiny waltz of a merry go round Cascading lights for every heartbeat Tonight we'll sleep with the girls from the streets
Hurry faster don't look back His coattails snap his laughter's burning in my ears I ride upon this giant storm Through rust-red rooms where shadows breathe from every board
The world is up for auction sales A thousand lies descend The women's tear-tracked cheeks Still we'll dance them on and on We can't stop now Not now until we reach the dawn
Quick give us your lips Give us your thighs Give us your sad and devouring eyes Cascading tears for every heartbeat Tonight we'll sleep with the girls from the streets
Sons of the thief, sons of the saint Who is the child with no complaint Sons of the great or sons unknown All were children like your own The same sweet smiles, the same sad tears The cries at night, the nightmare fears Sons of the great or sons unknown All were children like your own...
So long ago: long, long, ago...
But sons of tycoons or sons of the farms All of the children ran from your arms Through fields of gold, through fields of ruin All of the children vanished too soon In tow'ring waves, in walls of flesh Among dying birds trembling with death Sons of tycoons or sons of the farms All of the children ran from your arms...
So long ago: long, long, ago...
But sons of your sons or sons passing by Children we lost in lullabies Sons of true love or sons of regret All of the sons you cannot forget Some built the roads, some wrote the poems Some went to war, some never came home Sons of your sons or sons passing by Children we lost in lullabies...
So long ago: long, long, ago
But, sons of the theif, sons of the saint Who is the child with no complaint Sons of the great or sons unknown All were children like your own The same sweet smiles, the same sad tears The cries at night, the nightmare fears Sons of the great or sons unknown All were children like your own...
If you go away On this summer day Then you might as well Take the sun away All the birds that flew In the summer sky When our love was new And our hearts were high And the day was young And the night was long And the moon stood still For the night bird's song
If you go away
But if you stay I'll make you a day Like no day has been Or will be again We'll sail the sun We'll ride on the rain And talk to the trees And worship the wind
Then if you go I'll understand Leave me just enough love To fill up my hand
If you go away As I know you will You must tell the world To stop turning, turning 'til you return again If you ever do For what good is love Without loving you? Can I tell you now As you turn to go I'll be dying slowly 'til the next hello
But if you stay I'll make you a night Like no night has been Or will be again I'll sail on your smile I'll glide on your touch I'll talk to your eyes That I love so much
But if you go I won't cry Though the good is gone From the word goodbye
If you go away As I know you must There'll be nothing left In this world to trust Just an empty room Full of empty space Like the empty look I see on your face And I'd have been the shadow Of your shadow If it might have kept me By your side
We came through We came riding through like warriors from afar Our black horses danced upon the graves of yesterday's desires Haunted by our visions framed in fire I greet you, for you still believe in what's behind the door You've seen the children freeze upon their knees And praying to the wind To send their grey madonnas back again Fire the guns, and salute the men who died for freedom's sake And we'll weep tonight, but we won't lie awake Gazing up at statues dressed in stars We won't dream, for they don't come true for us Not anymore They've run afar to hide in caves With haggard burning eyes Their icy voices tear our hearts like knives
We came through Like the Gothic monsters perched on Notre Dame We observe the naked souls of gutters pouring forth mankind Smothered in an avalanche of time And we're giants as we watch our kings and countries raise their shields And Guevara dies encased in his ideals And as Luther King's predictions fade from view We came through
See the dwarves and see the giants Which one would you choose to be? And if you can't get that together Here's the answer, here's the key You can freeze like a 30 Century Man Like a 30 Century Man I'll save my bread and take it with me 'Til a hundred years or so Shame you won't be there to see me Shakin' hands with Charles De Gaulle Play it cool and Saranwrap all you can Be a 30 Century Man You can freeze like a 30 Century Man Like a 30 Century Man Like a 30 Century Man
I've come from far from chains, From metal and stone, From makeshift designs, And seeking a star
To grab for the truth, To keep myself warm, I turn and it's gone, You smile and it's born.
The rhymes of a woman's, A river that never ends The Rhymes of Dimension, Surrounds us with fire and friends, And roaring through darkness, The Night children fly, I still hear them singing the rhymes of goodbye
There's nothing within, but within says a voice, That's still my Empire, And I've got a choice
Its healers of death, It's still got a fire, And I keep it burning, With hands of desire
The bells of our senses, Can cost us our pride, Can toll out the boundaries, That level our lives
Can slash like the sunlight, Through shadows and cracks, Our nakedness calling, Our nakedness back
The rhyme of our passions, Find beauty in loving love, The rhyme of our madness, Burn cities and push'n'shoves, And roaring through darkness, The Night children fly, I still hear them singing the rhymes of goodbye
You always said I wouldn't stay I guess you saw the way Before it all began I've always been a changin' train And when you think on this You might forgive me then
Thanks for Chicago Mr James And all the shiny suits And all the shining names The things a country boy can't grace Without the look of shame Upon a city face And you needed more Than the smile I wore
You picked me up on my way down The dusty one horse town I won't forget the jail The mayor's wife and Cadillac The sheriff on my back 'Til you put up the bail
Thanks for Chicago Mr James You got a lot of grace But you're an empty place The dawn falls hard upon my face I'll move as I began Thru' fields without a plan
Thanks for Chicago Mr James That world of grey and gold That watched you growing old The things I never saw I see To think that I'm still free And I'm not feeling cold
Over the rooftop sails Billy A string tied to his underwear Through cobbled stone streets a child races And shouts "Billy, come down from there"
"My mother's calling" his voice whimpers A string clutched in his tiny hand Not till I've seen the sky's not lit up In tears, child try and understand Don't pull the string, Don't bring me down Don't make me land
Plastic palace people Sing silent songs, they dream too long Their memories just stare Plastic palace Alice She steals the cards tomorrow deals With deafening despair
Hurry, you've got to get in line Your nose might start to shine And sweat it out and dance about The whole eternal life
A harvest of stars surrounds Billy The night clings to his happy eyes Asleep in town square beneath a fountain A child murmurs a weary sigh My mother weeps, And weaves her hair With worries please, Come down from there
Plastic palace people Through fields of clay and granite grey They play without a sound Plastic palace Alice Blows gaping holes to store her fears Inside her lovers head
Listen, they're laughing in the halls They rip your face with lies To buzzing eyes you cry for help Like gods they bark replies
Over the rooftops burns Billy Balloon sadly the string descends Searching its way down through blue submarine air The polka dot underwear To meet the trees, In morning square Just hanging there, Just hanging there
You'll lose your way A boy child rides upon your back Take him away Through mirrors dark and blessed with cracks Through forgotten courtyards Where you used to search for youth Old gets a new life Reach out you can touch it's true He's not a shadow of shadows Like you, you see Hearts hold on holding If you stay one, you'll stay free Go seek the lady Who will give, not take away Naked with stillness On the edge of dawn she stays Night starts to empty That's when her song begins She'll make you happy She'll take you deep within Window lights for wanderers Hide hard in your swollen eyes Echoes of laughter Hide in the cities thighs Love catch these fragments Swirling through the winds of night What can it cost To give a boy child back his sight Extensions through dimensions Leave you feeling cold and lame Boy child mustn't tremble 'cos he came without a name
There's no hold The moving has come through The danger passing you Turns its face into the heat and runs the tunnels It's so cold The dark dug up by dogs The stiches torn and broke The raw meat fist you choke Has hit the bloodlite
Glass traps open and close on Nite flights Broken necks feather weights press the walls Be my love, we will be gods on nite flights With only one promise, only one way to fall
Glass traps open and close on nite flights Broken necks feather weights press the walls Be my love, we will be gods on nite flights With only one promise, only one way to call
Anybody seen a knight pass this way I saw him playing chess with Death yesterday His crusade was a search for God and they say It's been a long way to carry on
Anybody hear of plague in this town The town I've left behind was burned to the ground A young girl on a stake her face framed in flames cried I'm not a witch God knows my name
The knight he watched with fear He needed to know He ran where he might feel God's breath And in the misty church He knelt to confess The face within the booth was Mr. Death
My life's a vain pursuit of meaningless smiles Why can't God touch me with a sign Perhaps there's no one there answered the booth And Death hid within his cloak and smiled
This morning I played chess with Death said the knight We played that he might grant me time My bishop and my knight will shatter his flanks And still I might feel God's heart in mine
And through confession's grille Death's laughter was heard The knight cried No you've cheated me! But still I'll find a way We'll meet once again and once again Continue to play
They met within the woods the knight his squire and friends And Death said now the game shall end The final move was made The knight hung his head And said you've won I've nothing left to play
The minstrel filled with visions sang to his love To look against the stormy sky The knight his squire and friends Their hands held as one Solemnly danced toward the dawn
His hourglass in his hand his scythe by his side The master Death he leads them on The rain will wash away the tears from their faces And as the thunder cracked they were gone