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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 |
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from The Life Aquatic (2008)
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 |
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from Scott Walker - The Drift (2006)
Corneas misted
Put put put put Color high Put put put Motionless Put put put put For seconds at a time A hand that is cold in another colder Put put put And everything Put put put put within reach This is a waltz for a dodo A samba for Bambi Gavotte for the Kaiser Bolero for Beuys A reel for Red Rosa A polka for Tintin Corneas misted Put put put Color high Put put put Motionless Put put put put One hand that is cold in another colder Put put put And everything within reach |
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from Scott Walker - Scott (1967)
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 Always coming back to you |
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from Scott Walker - Scott (1967)
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 In the port of Amsterdam In the port of Amsterdam |
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from Scott Walker - Scott Walker Sings Jacques Brel (1991)
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 In the port of Amsterdam In the port of Amsterdam |
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from Scott Walker - Scott (1967)
Each night I meant to say
I'd missed her through the day But I'd forget it I never said it I passed the flower shop Lord knows I meant to stop But I'd say tomorrow Perhaps tomorrow Tomorrow there'd be time There'd always be another spring Time to make her laughter ring Time to give her everything Oh my Angelica, my Angelica There's so much you never knew So much I always meant to say And do, for you, for you Angelica And then the cold winds came And when I spoke her name And felt her near me She couldn't hear me Her shadow had been cast Too many springs had passed For Angelica Sweet Angelica Now in my solitude I tend the flowers that I buy As they slowly fade and die Watered by the tears I cry For my Angelica, my Angelica There's so much you never knew So much I always meant to say And do, for you, for you Angelica Angelica Angelica Angelica |
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from Scott Walker - Boy Child (1999)
The Angels of Ashes
Will give back your passions Again and again Their light shafts Will reach through the darkness And touch you my friend They'll fly in a mind dance And blind you with wings Wrapped in flame If you're down to an echo They just might remember Your name In the unbroken darkness Where emptiness empties Alone There's no starting or stopping Where there is no right or No wrong Well that's all right for some Who can hang the absurd On their wall If your blind hands can't grope Through these measureless waters You'll fall You've been following patterns And fleeting sensations Too long And the fullness that fills up The pulse of durations Is gone Let the great constellation Of flickering ashes Be heard Let them burn with a fire All it takes to confess Is a word, just a word I can recommend angels I've watched as they've made a man strong Oh so strong If your humbleness shows Then I'm sure that they'll take you Along You can tell them who sent you It might help to get you Above You can say that he laughed And he walked like St. Francis With love |
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from Scott Walker - Scott 4 (2002)
The Angels of Ashes
Will give back your passions Again and again Their light shafts Will reach through the darkness And touch you my friend They'll fly in a mind dance And blind you with wings Wrapped in flame If you're down to an echo They just might remember Your name In the unbroken darkness Where emptiness empties Alone There's no starting or stopping Where there is no right or No wrong Well that's all right for some Who can hang the absurd On their wall If your blind hands can't grope Through these measureless waters You'll fall You've been following patterns And fleeting sensations Too long And the fullness that fills up The pulse of durations Is gone Let the great constellation Of flickering ashes Be heard Let them burn with a fire All it takes to confess Is a word, just a word I can recommend angels I've watched as they've made a man strong Oh so strong If your humbleness shows Then I'm sure that they'll take you Along You can tell them who sent you It might help to get you Above You can say that he laughed And he walked like St. Francis With love |
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from Scott Walker - Scott Two (2002)
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 |
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from Scott Walker - Boy Child (1999)
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 |
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from Scott Walker - Scott 3 (2006)
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 |
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from Scott Walker - Scott Two (2002)
Here I am back home again
I'm here to rest All they ask is where I've been Knowing I've been West. I'm the family's unknown boy Golden curls and envied hair Pretty girls with faces fair See the shining Black Sheep Boy. If you love me, let me live in peace. Please understand, That the black sheep can wear the golden fleece, And hold a winning hand. I'm the family's unknown boy Golden curls and envied hair Pretty girls with faces fair See the shining Black Sheep Boy. |
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from Scott Walker - Climate Of Hunter (2006)
When I crossed the river
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from Scott Walker - Tilit (2005)
Doctorie
give me a C for this babaloo opiate me with that key doctor babaloo Please Don't you laugh doc Manos arriba bien With springs tickling less than two feet from your chin Lemon Bloody Cola Lemon Bloody Cola Lemon Bloody Cola gonna sponge you down gonna sponge you down Save the crops and the bodies from illness from pestilence hunger and war I journey each night like a Saint to stand on this straw floor our uniforms are loose they look flimsy night black shadows under the peaks of our caps shaved up to Augost I still hear them singing babaloo babaloo Lemon Bloody Cola Lemon Bloody Cola Lemon Bloody Cola gonna sponge you down gonna sponge you down Hey you hey you This isn't through Opiate me just for me with my babaloo please don't you laugh? Manos arriba bien again and again again and again Lemon Bloody Cola Lemon Bloody Cola Lemon Bloody Cola gonna sponge you down gonna sponge you down I journey tonight I'm a saint to stand on this straw floor The tiles speckling darker and darker around my feet |
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from Scott Walker - Tilit (2005)
Spared
I've been spared All the nickling All the dimeing Spared I've been spared All the powder On a trumpet of Gabriel Don't play that song for me You won't play that song for me The riff with the swaddling hair Those sisters who never broke us The link missing at the rear And the halo, halo of locust Mama danced four feet away Papa danced four feet away In the rubbing and fusing The sealing and pivoting Gotta dance four feet away Spared I've been spared All the handle a body could handle Spared I've been spared All the powder on a Magdalene Mary Don't play that song for me You won't play that song for me Those threads you would never wear The sobbing that just might choke us Those tooth fairies wait till they get here And the halo, halo of locust I love this season without it's cleft Left hook to the right hook Right cross to the left I love this season this very night Right cross to the left foot Left hook to the right Mama danced four feet away Papa danced four feet away In the rubbing and fusing The sealing and pivoting Gotta dance four feet away |
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from Scott Walker - Boy Child (1999)
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 |
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from Scott Walker - Scott 4 (2002)
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 |
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from Scott Walker - Scott 3 (2006)
There's a butterfly circling the beach
Searching the rocks where you are He chooses your hair, and that's where he belongs For he's lost like a star Head down, reluctant and warm You give your thoughts to the sea Dark rivers your eyes belong to no-one Like a star Like a butterfly |
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from Scott Walker - The Drift (2006)
"Milosevic couldn't care less if Bosnia was recognized" a laughing Dr. Karadzic later told a television interviewer. He said, "Caligula proclaimed his horse senator but the horse never took his seat."
Polish the fork and stick the fork in him Polish the fork and stick the fork in him Shinier still and stick the fork in him He's done boys he's done boys Where will you sleep my stomach My second stomach through the trees Handicapped Buzzing out on the steppes Spooking yourself in the breeze Somebody dies Somebody don't shave Ruminating the slimy stars Polish the fork and stick the fork in him Kad Tad -- Kad Tad -- Kad Tad Polish it more and stick the fork in him Kad Tad -- Kad Tad -- Kad Tad Shinier still and stick the fork in him He's done boys He's done boys Faces of the grass go lenghtening (oor) The lengthening faces through the ice and sun (ooor) Faces lengthen go lengthening faces Into lengthening faces from the branch to the grass With buried heads they stand in full view Eyes sliding of the faces up and up Slide up the faces and up the sun And up the faces go lengthening faces Eyes are sliding above the tall and peaceful grass Polish the fork and stick the fork in him Kad Tad -- Kad Tad -- Kad Tad Polish the fork and stick the fork in him Kad Tad -- Kad Tad -- Kad Tad Shinier still and stick the fork in him He's done boys He's done boys |
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from Scott Walker - The Drift (2006)
Birds
Birds This is not a cornhusk doll Dipped in blood in the moonlight Like would happen in America This is us Our eyesides snagged Dipped in mob in the daylight Like would happen in America The breasts are still heavy The legs long and straight The upper lip remains short The teeth are too small The eyeside is green The hair long and black Still coming through Still coming through She knows this room She can navigate it in the dark She entered the Palazzo at night by a side door To ascend to a lift in the upper floor She lies on the bed Looking up not yet seeing The signs of the zodiac painted in gold On the blue vaulted ceiling His enormous eyes as he arrives Coming nearer in the surrounding darkness His strange beliefs about the moon Its influence upon men of affairs The danger of its cold light on your face While you were sleeping She'll eclipse it with her head Stroke him 'til he sleeps Until he has nothing to do among men of affairs Sometime before dawn Her bare feet cross the floor She gazes from the window At the fountain in the courtyard Sometimes I feel like a swallow A swallow which by some mistake Has gotten into an attic And knocks its head against the walls in terror This is not a rabbit skinned With a body of silver Like would happen in America The breasts are still heavy The legs long and straight The upper lip remains short The teeth are too small The eyeside is green The hair long and black Still coming through Still coming through The mood soon changed In the clear morning air A man came up towards the body And poked it with a stick It rocked swiftly And twisted around at the end of the rope Finer than a hair from every side Finer than a hair Birds Birds This is just a cornhusk doll Dipped in blood in the moonlight This is just a cornhusk doll This morning in my room A little swallow was trapped It flew around desperately Until it fell exhausted on my bed I picked it up So as not to frighten it I opened the window Then I opened my hand |
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from Scott Walker - Scott Two (2002)
Come Next Spring
When all the world is new And fresh And green And fair Then I'll come home And I'll carry in my heart Just one prayer That I'll find room Still waiting for my arms We'll meet We'll kiss We'll cling And then once more Love will blossom as before Come Come on next spring And then once more Love will blossom as before Come next Next spring Come next spring |
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from Scott Walker - Boy Child (1999)
Hope for me, I hope for you,
We're snowdrops falling through the night. We'll melt away before we land, Two teardrops for somebody's hand. Follow me into just one more Spring. Copenhagen, you're the end, Gone and made me a child again. Warmed my feet beneath cold sheets, Dyed my hair with your sunny streets. Children aren't afraid to love And laugh when life amuses them. And our love is an antique song For children's carousels |
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from Scott Walker - Scott 3 (2006)
Hope for me, I hope for you,
We're snowdrops falling through the night. We'll melt away before we land, Two teardrops for somebody's hand. Follow me into just one more Spring. Copenhagen, you're the end, Gone and made me a child again. Warmed my feet beneath cold sheets, Dyed my hair with your sunny streets. Children aren't afraid to love And laugh when life amuses them. And our love is an antique song For children's carousels |
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from Scott Walker - The Drift (2006)
"A moving aria
for a vanished style of mind A noble debut tackling vertiginous demands Has absence ever sounded so eloquent so sad I doubt it?" With an arm across the torso face on the nails with an arm across the torso face on the pale monkey nails "Touching the shattered lives it unearths A nocturne filled with glorious ideas A chilling exploration of erotic consumption" With an arm across the torso face on the nails with an arm across the torso face on the pale monkey nails Cossacks are charging in charging into fields of white roses Cossacks are charging in charging into fields of white roses "That's a nice suit" "That's a swanky suit" "Been a pope like no other" "I'm looking for a good cowboy" "A rare outcry makes you lead a larger life" "You could easily picture this in the current top ten" "Medieval savagery Calculated cruelty" "It's hard to pick the worst moment" Calculated cruelty" "It's hard to pick the worst moment" With an arm across the torso face on the nails with an arm across the torso face on the pale monkey nails |
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from Scott Walker - The Drift (2006)
What do Seoul/Sudan have in common?
Both start with an S Deep as a virus Little Mary Little Mary From scratchless I ascend Stamps tongue-swabbed Now embark for the Ivory Coast Chiming like mouse bells BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM At the birth of a vermin Holy Ghost Stars led to sky Lash led to eye Herpes to clit Then stopped Expect I'm carried by lanterns Expect I will follow the aerosol patterns Immunity won't feed on the bodies Bones closing Too soon at the tips Won't feed on the bodies From the fat black crocodile on the sand bar Can't swallow it then bury it From the voice flooded semen clotting to paste Can't swallow it then bury it And the jigger raps pits Darkness long Jigger raps pits BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM Shoes had to shine Splicing to swine Strain after strain after strain after strain Immunity Immunity Through the dominant wards and nurseries A flugleman moves In the lung-smeared slides and corridors A flugleman moves And his tune rises on the harvest clouds of dust Trading the wah-wah's for BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM Stars led to sky Toe led to thigh Rumor to breast Then stopped |
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from Scott Walker - Climate Of Hunter (2006)
The windows are ringing
shaking Night-nites for angels rattling throats up and down on a beam. Cooling the hearts cooling the plasma keeping ice junkies packed hard on a seam The other side of a prowler the dead still search the living. At least there we did not not fail. Coming to in the overcast tracks are still flowing. At least there he does not wail. Psalms of your hands sung into the lateness move a circuit on the white and he can't feel a thing. Gone always alone to all you are never he climbs into your mouth when the windows ring. The windows are ringing shaking dead men for angels Hissing brains boiling up press't to the bone uncoils the wire whole night long bumping out thru the eye in knots. Sweet hot numbers sweet hots bumping out thru the eye on a wire of knots. Sweet hot numbers sweet hots bumping out thru the eye on a wire of knots. Psalms of your hands sung into the lateness move a circuit on the white and he can't feel a thing. Gone always alone to all you are never he climbs into your mouth when the windows ring. |
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from Scott Walker - Scott 4 (2002)
It's your bicycle bells and your Rembrandt swells
Your children alive and still breathing And your look of loss when you're coming across Makes me feel like a thief when you're bleeding Duchess Duchess Light up your candles for me Duchess Duchess Put all your love back in me I come listening I touch touching With the Persian sea running through your veins You shed your names with the seasons Still they all return with the last remains And they lay them before you like reasons With your shimmering dress it says no it says yes It says I've nothing left for conceiving Its your shiftless flesh and your old girl's grace Its your young girl's face that I'm breathing Duchess Duchess Light up your candles for me Duchess Duchess Duchess Put all the love back in me I am lying she is crying |
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from Scott Walker - Tilit (2005)
Swan
you glide above the thrashing Release the catches strain your wings behind your back Paint his eyes it'll never lick those eyes Smear the mouth all across the thready sky I tried to show ya but ya didn't want to go Ya know how to whistle put ya lips together and blow That's what it said that's what it said that's what it said Pledging my love pledging my love what if I'm only if I am only pledging my love Pledging my love pppledging my love what if I'm only if I am only pledging my love |
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from Scott Walker - Tilit (2005)
Do i hear
21 21 21 I'll give you 21 21 21 Do i hear 21 21 21 I'll give you 21 21 21 This night you Are mistaken I'm a farmer In the city Dark farm Houses Against the Sky Every night I must wonder why Harness on the Left nail keeps Wrinkling wrinkling Then higher above Me - e e so o E e e so o o Can't go by A man from Rio Can't go by A man from Vigo Can't go by A man from Ostia Hey Ninetto Remember that Dream We talked about It So many times Do i hear 21 21 21 I'll give you 21 21 21 Do i hear 21 21 21 I'll give you 21 21 21 And if i'm not Mistaken We can search From farm to Farm Dark farm houses Against our eyes Every night i Must realize Harness on the Left nail Keeps withering withering Then higher above Me e e so o E e e so o o Can't go by A man in This shirt Can't go by A man in That shirt Can't go by A man with brain Grass Go by his long Long eye Gas And i used To be a Citizen I never felt The pressure I knew nothing Of the horses Nothing of the Thresher Paulo Take me with You It was the Journey of A life Do i hear 21 21 21 I'll give you 21 21 21 Do i hear 21 21 21 I'll give you 21 21 21 |
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from Scott Walker - Scott Walker Sings Jacques Brel (1991)
Oh I can see them now
Clutching a hankerchief And blowing me a kiss Discreetly asking how How came he died so young Or was he very old Is the body still warm Or is it already cold All doors are open wide They grope around inside At my desk my drawers my trunk There's nothing left to hide Some love letters are there And an old photograph They've laid my poor soul bare And now all they do is laugh Oh I can see them all So formal and so stiff Like a seargant at arms At a policeman's ball And everybody's pushing To be the first in line Their hearts upon their sleeves Like a ten cent valentine The old women are there Too old to give a damn They've brought along the kids Who don't know who I am They're thinking about the price of my funeral bouquet What they're thinking isn't nice For now they'll have to pay Oh I see all of you All of my phoney friends Who can't wait for it ends Who can't wait till it's through Oh I see all of you You've been laughing all these years Now all that you have left Are a few crocodile tears Ah you don't even know That you're entering your hell As you leave my cemetary You think you're doing well With that one who's at your side You're as proud as you can be Ah she's going to make you cry But not the way you cried for me Oh I can see me now So cold and so alone As the flowers slowly die In my field of little bones Oh I can see me now I can see me at the end Of this voyage that I/m on Without a love without a friend Now all this that I see Is not what I deserve They really have a nerve To say these things to me No girls just bread and water And your money you must save For there'll be nothing left for us When you're dead and in your grave |
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from Scott Walker - Scott 3 (2006)
Oh I can see them now
Clutching a hankerchief And blowing me a kiss Discreetly asking how How came he died so young Or was he very old Is the body still warm Or is it already cold All doors are open wide They grope around inside At my desk my drawers my trunk There's nothing left to hide Some love letters are there And an old photograph They've laid my poor soul bare And now all they do is laugh Oh I can see them all So formal and so stiff Like a seargant at arms At a policeman's ball And everybody's pushing To be the first in line Their hearts upon their sleeves Like a ten cent valentine The old women are there Too old to give a damn They've brought along the kids Who don't know who I am They're thinking about the price of my funeral bouquet What they're thinking isn't nice For now they'll have to pay Oh I see all of you All of my phoney friends Who can't wait for it ends Who can't wait till it's through Oh I see all of you You've been laughing all these years Now all that you have left Are a few crocodile tears Ah you don't even know That you're entering your hell As you leave my cemetary You think you're doing well With that one who's at your side You're as proud as you can be Ah she's going to make you cry But not the way you cried for me Oh I can see me now So cold and so alone As the flowers slowly die In my field of little bones Oh I can see me now I can see me at the end Of this voyage that I/m on Without a love without a friend Now all this that I see Is not what I deserve They really have a nerve To say these things to me No girls just bread and water And your money you must save For there'll be nothing left for us When you're dead and in your grave |
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from Scott Walker - Scott 4 (2002)
Get Behind Me
It's the signs as we see them There's no thresholds at all There's no vows to be broken As we rise, or we fall There's no noise high above us As the moon turns in space Just the face of a lady Who we loved for her grace Get behind me, Get behind me Won't you bend my ear again I really need a friend Get behind me, Get behind me Remind me to remind me Not to go back there again When the threads of dark moments Start to tremble with sound And an almost formed whisper dies The boundaries surround We keep reaching beyond us Through the shape shifting clouds Why ain't I like you brother, So electric, so proud Get behind me, Get behind me Won't you bend my ear again I really need a friend Get behind me, Get behind me Remind me to remind me Not to go back there again Set us free of this feeling So we'll be once again So we won't feel the gravity of time And the face in the faces Of the loves we move through Reappears in original design Get behind me, Get behind me Won't you bend my ear again I really need a friend Get behind me, Get behind me Remind me to remind me Not to go back there again |
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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 He's a hero of the war |
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from Scott Walker - Scott Walker Sings Jacques Brel (1991)
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 |
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from Scott Walker - Scott 3 (2006)
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 |
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from Scott Walker - Scott 3 (2006)
It's raining today
and I'm just about to forget the train window girl That wonderful day we met She smiles through the smoke from my cigarette It's raining today But once there was summer and you And dark little rooms And sleep in late afternoons Those moments descend on my windowpane I've hung around too long Listenin' to the old landlady's hard-luck stories You out of me, me out of you We go like lovers To replace the empty space Repeat our dreams to someone new It's raining today And I watch the cellophane streets No hang-ups for me 'Cause hang-ups need company The street corner girl's a cold trembling leaf It's raining today It's raining today |
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from Scott Walker - Scott Walker Sings Jacques Brel (1991)
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 no pink elephant 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 could 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 queens And phony virgins I'd have a bank 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 "Jupiter" Then I would know where I was going 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 Could 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 |
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from Scott Walker - Scott Two (2002)
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 |
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from Scott Walker - The Drift (2006)
Nose holes caked in black cocaine
Pow! Pow! No one holds a match to your skin No dupe No chiming A way off miles off No needle through a glove Famine is a tall tower A building left in the night Jesse are you listening? It casts its ruins in shadows Under Memphis moonlight Jesse are you listening? Six feet of foetus Flung at sparrows in the sky Put yourself in my shoes A kiss, wet, muzzle A clouded eye No stars to flush it out Famine is a tall tower A building left in the night Jesse are you listening? It casts its ruins in shadows Under Memphis moonlight Jesse are you listening? Pow! Pow! In the dream I am crawling around in my hands and knees smoothing out the prairie All the dents and the gouges And the winds dying down I lower my head Press my ear to the prairie Alive, I'm the only one Left alive I'm the only one Left alive I'm the only one Left alive Alive I'm the only one Left alive I'm the only one Left alive I'm the only one Left alive |
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from Scott Walker - The Drift (2006)
As the grossness of spring lolls its head against the window
As the grossness of spring lolls its bloodshot head Curare! Curare! Curare! Brogue cries from the street Curare! Curare! As the grossness of spring rose A tumor balloon to squeak against the window With the grossness of spring staining into the walls The chair had been shifted ever so slightly Say five feet or two centimeters The prints of my fingers dusted from doorknobs A lamp had been dimmed Some sawdust where a ring had been Where nice girls were turned into whores Gardens with fountains where peacocks had strutted Where deaf children were born The splendor of tigers turning to gold in the desert Pale meadows of stranded pyramids Sonny boy such a sonny boy There's a song in the air Curare! Curare! Curare! But the fair senorita don't seem to care Curare! Curare! Curare! As the grossness of spring lolls its head against the window As the grossness of spring lolls its bloodshot head I merely got up so slowly Shuffled across the floor Closed the door on the landing Descending the stairs Dipping into the street The paralysed street Brogue says "Good afternoon!" I say "Good afternoon!" "It's a lovely afternoon" "Yes, it's a lovely afternoon"I Into pockets unstitching so weighted with pins Into eyes imploding on mazes of sins The puddle beneath the cork Bobbing on a mild chop that rolled in Off the river Dix and the open water beyond Brogue says "I'LL PUNCH A DONKEY IN THE STREETS OF GALWAY" Then me "I'LL PUNCH A DONKEY IN THE STREETS OF GALWAY" Brogue "I'LL PUNCH A DONKEY IN THE STREETS OF GALWAY" "I'LL PUNCH A DONKEY IN THE STREETS OF GALWAY" Sonny boy Such a sonny boy In her voice, there's a flaw Sonny boy Such a sonny boy E-e-aw and e-e-aw |
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from Scott Walker - Tilit (2005)
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are boy here you are here you are boy Here you are here you are boy Here you are I tip to Bengal tip to Somal I tip to Burmese tip Kenyanese see them sliding through the sun I tip Havanian Abyssinian Here Alaskan Here Corsican See them sliding through the sun it's on me all my life On me all my life Scalper in the lampglow scalper on a chair stick wiped shirt? and his arm somewhere Fleur de Lis le wrist is connected chief of police a la collar - - bones disconnected and here you are boy here you are and hear the word of the lord I tip to Bengal no he tips to Bengal tips to Somal tips to Burmese tips Kenyanese See them sliding through the sun Scalper in the lampglow scalper everywhere stick wiped shirt? say something round that shredded dirt Say Fleur de Lis Le jaw bone connected chief of police a la ankles - - connected And here you are boy here you are here you are boy here you are he tips Havanian tips Abyssinian here Alaskan here Corsican we tip to Russo |
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from Scott Walker - Scott (1967)
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 |
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from Scott Walker - Scott Walker Sings Jacques Brel (1991)
Momma, 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, whols come back to me My heart, stop being 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 Momma, 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
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from Next Brel: Tribute To Jacques Brel [tribute] (2004)
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 |
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from Scott Walker - Boy Child (1999)
The little clock's stopped ticking now
We're swallowed in the stomached rue The only sound to tear the night Comes from the man upstairs His bloated belching figure stomps He may crash through the ceiling soon The window sees trees cry from cold And claw the moon But we know don't we And we'll dream won't we Of Montague Terrace in blue The girl across the hall makes love Her thoughts lay cold like shattered stone Her thighs are full of tales to tell Of all the nights she's known Your eyes ignite like cold blue fire The scent of secrets everywhere A fist filled with illusions Clutches all our cares But we know don't we And we'll dream won't we Of Montague Terrace in blue oh in blue ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By SCOTT ENGEL <i>Lyrics © CARLIN AMERICA INC</i> |
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from Scott Walker - Scott (1967)
The little clock's stopped ticking now
We're swallowed in the stomached rue The only sound to tear the night Comes from the man upstairs His bloated belching figure stomps He may crash through the ceiling soon The window sees trees cry from cold And claw the moon But we know don't we And we'll dream won't we Of Montague Terrace in blue The girl across the hall makes love Her thoughts lay cold like shattered stone Her thighs are full of tales to tell Of all the nights she's known Your eyes ignite like cold blue fire The scent of secrets everywhere A fist filled with illusions Clutches all our cares But we know don't we And we'll dream won't we Of Montague Terrace in blue oh in blue ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By SCOTT ENGEL <i>Lyrics © CARLIN AMERICA INC</i> |
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The little clock's stopped ticking now
We're swallowed in the stomached rue The only sound to tear the night Comes from the man upstairs His bloated belching figure stomps He may crash through the ceiling soon The window sees trees cry from cold And claw the moon But we know don't we And we'll dream won't we Of Montague Terrace in blue The girl across the hall makes love Her thoughts lay cold like shattered stone Her thighs are full of tales to tell Of all the nights she's known Your eyes ignite like cold blue fire The scent of secrets everywhere A fist filled with illusions Clutches all our cares But we know don't we And we'll dream won't we Of Montague Terrace in blue oh in blue ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By SCOTT ENGEL <i>Lyrics © CARLIN AMERICA INC</i> |
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from Scott Walker - Scott (1967)
My death is like
a swinging door a patient girl who knows the score whistle for her and the passing time My death waits like a bible truth at the funeral of my youth weep loud for that and the passing time My death waits like a witch at night and surely as our love is bright let's laugh for us and the passing time But whatever is behind the door there is nothing much to do angel or devil I don't care for in front of that door there is you My death waits like a beggar blind who sees the world with an unlit mind throw him a dime for the passing time My death waits to allow my friends a few good times before it ends let's drink to that and the passing time My death waits in your arms, your thighs your cool fingers will close my eyes let's not talk about the passing time But whatever is behind the door there is nothing much to do angel or devil I don't care for in front of that door there is you My death waits among the falling leaves in magicians, mysterious sleeves rabbits, dogs and the passing time My death waits among the flowers where the blackest shadow cowers let's pick lilacs for the passing time My death waits in a double bed sails of oblivion at my head pull up the sheets against the passing time But whatever is behind the door there is nothing much to do angel or devil I don't care for in front of that door there is you |
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from Scott Walker - Scott Walker Sings Jacques Brel (1991)
My death is like
a swinging door a patient girl who knows the score whistle for her and the passing time My death waits like a bible truth at the funeral of my youth weep loud for that and the passing time My death waits like a witch at night and surely as our love is bright let's laugh for us and the passing time But whatever is behind the door there is nothing much to do angel or devil I don't care for in front of that door there is you My death waits like a beggar blind who sees the world with an unlit mind throw him a dime for the passing time My death waits to allow my friends a few good times before it ends let's drink to that and the passing time My death waits in your arms, your thighs your cool fingers will close my eyes let's not talk about the passing time But whatever is behind the door there is nothing much to do angel or devil I don't care for in front of that door there is you My death waits among the falling leaves in magicians, mysterious sleeves rabbits, dogs and the passing times My death waits among the flowers where the blackish shadow cowers let's pick lilacs for the passing time My death waits in a double bed sails of oblivion at my head pull up the sheets against the passing time But whatever is behind the door there is nothing much to do angel or devil I don't care for in front of that door there is you |
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from Next Brel: Tribute To Jacques Brel [tribute] (2004)
My death is like
a swinging door a patient girl who knows the score whistle for her and the passing time My death waits like a bible truth at the funeral of my youth weep loud for that and the passing time My death waits like a witch at night and surely as our love is bright let's laugh for us and the passing time But whatever is behind the door there is nothing much to do angel or devil I don't care for in front of that door there is you My death waits like a beggar blind who sees the world with an unlit mind throw him a dime for the passing time My death waits to allow my friends a few good times before it ends let's drink to that and the passing time My death waits in your arms, your thighs your cool fingers will close my eyes let's not talk about the passing time But whatever is behind the door there is nothing much to do angel or devil I don't care for in front of that door there is you My death waits among the falling leaves in magicians, mysterious sleeves rabbits, dogs and the passing times My death waits among the flowers where the blackish shadow cowers let's pick lilacs for the passing time My death waits in a double bed sails of oblivion at my head pull up the sheets against the passing time But whatever is behind the door there is nothing much to do angel or devil I don't care for in front of that door there is you |
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from Scott Walker - Scott Walker Sings Jacques Brel (1991)
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. |
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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. |
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from Scott Walker - Boy Child (1999)
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 |
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from Scott Walker - Scott 4 (2002)
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 |
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from Scott Walker - Boy Child (1999)
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 |
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from Scott Walker - Scott Two (2002)
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 |
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from Scott Walker - The Drift (2006)
Neath the bougie a thimble rigger slyly rolls the pea
Bye the bye the bye the bye Red is patchy Snows the silver Bye the bye the bye the bye Can't turn from a crotch in the darkness To turn to the valley of a king Ja-da ja-da ja-da ja-da jing jing jing Wrapped in blankets then in blankets Hear the germs pinging on the night wind Cross the west coast to the west coast to the west coast The angelus begins Eye for hand Dye y-et eye bye-t the negro come on sucker anthrax jesus sack of the-b shawl for he-b no bye the bye Pulling out won't be slow sorry baby b the needles another night I gotta pull muffle bye no bye the bye by the bye no bye the bye Neath the bougie a thimble rigger slyly rolls the pea Bye the bye the bye the bye Red is patchy Snows the silver Bye the bye the bye the bye Don't think it hasn't been fun because it hasn't Donje is Donje in the spring Ja-da ja-da ja-da ja-da jing jing jing Here blankets Here come the blankets They plunge like rays Snapping down the night wind Cross the east coast to the east coast Scratch the air and blue burn The angelus begins Pulling out won't be slow Sorry baby Stuff the chancellor dreamed he mans gathered y-et bye the bye no bye the bye Scaling comes scaling comes Red is patchy Snows the silver Another night I gotta pull muffle bye no bye the bye bye the bye no bye the bye |
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from Scott Walker - Climate Of Hunter (2006)
This is how you disappear
out between midnight, called up under valleys of torches and stars. Foot, knee, shaggy belly, face famous hindlegs, as one of their own you graze with them. Cro-magnon herders will stand in the wind, sweeping tails shining, and scaled to begin, SHUTTING DOWN HERE SHUTTING DOWN HERE ? ? to where necks leave the air unpossesed and giant heads lock constellations. A last grain of dust lands in the darkness on tongues laid bare, and turning to chalk. Shutting down here. Freezing in red, bent over his ice skin, The insomniac gnaws in the On-Offs; he is glazed in the hooves all round. It is losing its shape. Losing its shape, as the heat in your hands carve the muscle away. And he grins from a break in a backflash. Delivers it up on a break in a backflash. Motionless brands burn into a hipframe As a saviour loads sightlines backlit by fires, on the ridges of the highest breeder |
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from Scott Walker - Scott 4 (2002)
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 |
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from Scott Walker - Tilit (2005)
I'll string along
I'll string along oo whaoo whaoo whaoo Come morning my beads on a face A thread A thong oo whaoo whaoo whaoo We can save it We can change it Put it in lines across the room But we'll never stop it bristling And I gotta quit With a ribbonless hair With a wire of snare oo whaoo whaoo whaoo With all the trembling vein that you can bare oo whaoo whaoo whaoo We can save it We can change it Put it in lines across the room But we'll never stop it pimpling And I gotta quit Scrape a little pattern to a sty I kiss holes for the bullets in case of thigh in case of thigh I kiss holes for the bullets And I gotta quit And I gotta quit |
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from Scott Walker - Scott 3 (2006)
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 |
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from Scott Walker - Climate Of Hunter (2006)
In the time of an exile
from the jails of another where soundings are taken raw to his eyes. I have walked the way from him down to splintering bone ashes with your voice shining sea in his fractures and skys. There are no voices here. There are only confessions. keeping him hidden weighed out of his name We have entered deserted. He has gazed from my windows as if all that replaced us could still end in me. For the first time unwoken I am returned. For the first time unwoken I am returned. He arrives from a place with a face of fast sun. Arrives from a space his refuge overrun. She will fold him away in his badly changed hand. Fold him away far behinf where I am. For the first time forgetting I am returned. As if all that replaced us ends it again as if all that replaced us ends. |
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from Scott Walker - Scott Walker Sings Jacques Brel (1991)
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... |
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from Scott Walker - Scott 3 (2006)
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... |
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from Scott Walker - Scott (1967)
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 |
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from Scott Walker - Boy Child (1999)
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 |
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from Scott Walker - Boy Child (1999)
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 |
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from Scott Walker - Scott Two (2002)
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 |
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from Scott Walker - Scott (1967)
Now it begins, now that's you've gone
Needles and pins, twilight till dawn Watching the clock till you return Lighting that torch and watching it burn Now it begins, day after day This is my life, ticking away Waiting to hear footsteps that say Love will appear and this time to stay Each time you go I try to pretend It's over at last And this time the big hurt will end Now it begins, now that's you've gone Needles and pins, twilight till dawn But if you don't come back again I'll wonder when, oh when will it end The Big Hurt The Big Hurt The Big Hurt |
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