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You're like a winter night
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from Scott Walker - Scott Two (2002)
The windows of the world are covered with rain
Where is the sunshine we once knew Everybody knows when little children play They need a sunny day to grow straight and tall Let the sunshine through The windows of the world are covered with rain When will those black skies turn to blue Everybody knows when boys grow into men They start to wonder when their country will call Let the sunshine through The windows of the world are covered with rain What is the whole world coming to Everybody knows when men can not be friends Their quarter loves an ends Some have to die, some have to die Let the sunshine through The windows of the world are covered with rain There must be something we can do Everybody knows whenever rain appears It's really angel tears How long must they cry |
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from Scott Walker - Boy Child (1999)
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 |
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from Scott Walker - Scott 3 (2006)
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 |
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from Scott Walker - Scott Two (2002)
Who cares how cold and grey
The day may be Wait until dark And we'll be warm Our place of love Is where we face our dreams Together Where our fantasies take form When I can't feel your nearness In the night My disappointments disappear A cheerless day may bring us Little dreams That seem to miss their mark But oh my darling Wait until dark A cheerless day may bring us Little dreams That seem to miss their mark But oh my darling Wait until dark |
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from Scott Walker - Scott 3 (2006)
Two weeks since you've gone
And I feel like the tramp Picking dustbins in the alley. He looks up as I pass Clutching rags from a city's restless night I could read all my sadness In faces I knew Down at Kelly's bar last Friday And I haven't been back since I mistook Somebody for a friend And if I walk these streets long enough Will you happen to me again? With whom are you sharing The sweet taste of summer? My memories pursue you Like puddles of rain The river inside me still flow To the sea of your hands And if I close my eyes for a while Will you happen to me again? |
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from Scott Walker - Scott 3 (2006)
They spoke transparent phrases to looking glass women
And they took the detours that scattered the way They departed from summer like two ragged soldiers Dragging their heels through their fantasies There were meals in the missions for two frozen statues And long draughty sermons devouring their knees Sometimes passions in winter turn to cold soundless moments That teared in the eyes of their fantasies There were nights on park benches, stale bread for the pigeons Good mornings to faces who just turned away And on one road confusion, the other desire So they took to the road of their fantasies One would speak of a lake where he used to go swimming The other had no memories left for his mind With their arms round each other the two ragged soldiers Laughed through a war that they couldn't see Laughed for a world filled with fantasy |
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from Scott Walker - Climate Of Hunter (2006)
Delayed in the headlong
Resembled to breaking-point I swear you never slept at night when the growing is slow. After me I'm no man's son run out of recognize. The blood of our split back without his prisoner the distance rigged in his eyes Rock of cast-offs bury me hide my soul and sink us free. Rock of cast offs bury me hide my soul and pray us free. From the host of late-comers a miracle enters the streets shining with rain he is shaking to wash the murder away. The shadow of the son made the son a shadow it's never night when I die. That desert clouds under and so Lord lightens sleepers wait there with wounds in their sides. In the strength of the crime you sing like a stranger and your failure fulfills your most secret defeat. After me I'm no man's son run out of recognize. A life of it's own lays down the horizon the distance rigged in it's eyes Rock of cast-offs bury me hide my soul and sink us free. Rock of cast offs bury me hide my soul and pray us free. |
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from Scott Walker - Climate Of Hunter (2006)
Say it got late
on that one. That life-giver one. Hanging weightless from the wound in a half-light. Taken up I could hold him when all falls away. Prayed into each other you stood in the air and the ceiling are rising and falling. The ceiling are shining and slow peeling tongues from the ice hums and letting it go. and the ceiling are rising and falling. The ceiling are shining and slow peeling tongues from the ice hums and letting it go. |
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from Scott Walker - Climate Of Hunter (2006)
Stump of a drowner.
The delta holder. Lowered up from his boulder and riding pains steady blowout. All those arms in the gullys chewed through at the wrists. All that won't flood awake ? ? all that listens and lifts Deserting your lead while the figure is also carrying Deserting your lead while the figure is also carrying. Your hands are drained. Your skins are stained and heavy. Go to ground you are sealed against the night. Spotted head blood head heat up the stars. Polish and silence away your parole. She's a dugout; her second sleeps dreagging the roads. Her fixed strays shine from ditches wherever she goes ? ? Deserting your lead while the figure is also carrying Pry open those jaws try and hear your own way out. Driven in deep; you save yourself the burying. The darkness swarms; Try and hear your own way out. |
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from Scott Walker - Climate Of Hunter (2006)
It's a starving reflection
if he dies in the night listening to the increase. It cuts out your likeness in blood circulations suspended beneath a release. A low volume force feed lower than pity slips across under the heart and your hostage rewinding from every eclipse rolls in the voltage run-off rain on his lips. We chew up the blackness to some high sleep travel a faster silence. One to go long again in the going ? ? gone again. Full stare passages striking less face; outside on the move a shattered heart pace greases the fade; sinking the blood back breaking to where loaded icons wade. Eyesides catch far awake in a cols sanctuary. Pain sonics eternities all through themoves. A first communication tears loose undelivered and swims unassigned in your dimmed latitudes. And the heat from the shore melts down to recieve us; floodlit foreheads howled open and so nearly blessed as they soften round dog-joys of unfinished strangers rubbed out on a point afterburning |
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from Scott Walker - Boy Child (1999)
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 |
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from Scott Walker - Tilit (2005)
He was so strong
he was so bold When they made him they broke the mold If he heads this way when the moon is slow Come over and pray they'll turn the buffalo they'll turn the buffalo There's a need to sleep in the shag of his stomach Slide around his eye with your love in tow If he heads this way don't you say hello Get out of the way they'll turn the buffalo they'll turn the buffalo Our town our town do love a stampede Stampede by my jacket in the park Someday I'll pick it up look for the label and whisper Tilt ain't got no no no Tilt got none at all Tilt ain't got no no no A mother waits as still as the moonlight Standing in long grass with her cold cold nose What she feels so deep she will never show Baby don't you weep they'll turn the buffalo they'll turn the buffalo Our town our town do love a stampede Stampede by my old jacket in the park Someday I'll pick it up look for the maker and whisper Tilt ain't got no no no Tilt got none at all Tilt ain't got no no no not at all |
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from Scott Walker - Scott (1967)
Through a long and sleepless night
I whisper your name Through a long and sleepless night Of who is to blame Can't help but wonder If you're lonely too As I lie here and toss about So alone, so without you How I wish, my heart with me My memories alone Why must I re-dream, re-live The Joys we have known I pray that someday Our love will see the light 'til then In thick dark silence I beg my heart to replace All through and oh so long and sleepless night I pray that someday Our love will see the light 'til then In thick dark silence I beg my heart to replace All through alone so long and sleepless night |
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from Scott Walker - Scott 4 (2002)
As the morning turned my way
See birds flying through this hazy face And I came back here to replace your place in my life And didn't you know that I'm not the world's strongest man When it comes to you and your world I'm lost Can't you see the towers of mine they could shine like a dime Take me back again to your warm desire And again again again Longing for belongings here again And I need your love you know I can't pretend anymore And didn't you know that I'm not the world's strongest man When it comes to you and your world I'm lost Can't you see the towers of mine they could shine like a dime Take me back again to your warm desire ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By ENGEL, SCOTT <i>Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i> |
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from Scott Walker - Boy Child (1999)
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 |
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from Scott Walker - Scott 4 (2002)
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 |
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from Scott Walker - Scott (1967)
Lady came from Baltimore
All she wore was lace Didn't know that I was poor She never saw my place I was there to steal the money Take her rings and run Then I fell in love with the lady Got away with none Lady's name was Susan Moore Daddy was the law Didn't know that I was poor And lived outside the law Daddy said I was a thief Didn't have the love But I was Susan's true belief Married her for love I was there to steal the money Take her rings and run Then I fell in love with the lady Got away with none Now she lived and built a wall To keep the robbers out Didn't care a thing at all That's what I'm about I was there to steal the money Take her rings and run Then I fell in love with the lady Got away with none Then I fell in love with the lady Got away with none |
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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 |
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from Scott Walker - Scott Two (2002)
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 |
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from Scott Walker - Scott Walker Sings Jacques Brel (1991)
The girls
Are as fast as a game Are as bright as a flame And you're always to blame The girls Are as pink as the light And as dark as the night And they're always right The girls Are as cold as the sphinx Always dreaming of minks They drive you to drink The girls Are as soft as a sigh That whispers good-bye And leaves you to cry But the dogs Well, they're only dogs Just wagging their tails As they watch it end Oh, the dogs Well, they're only dogs And maybe that's why They're man's best friend The girls Can make you feel cold Can make you feel old An antique to be sold The girls They play with your heart They tear you apart You're never too smart The girls They throw you from towers They'll whip you with flowers It depends on the hours The girls Will treat you like trash Or let you be brash It depends on your cash But the dogs Don't depend on a thing They just lick your face When they see it end Oh, the dogs Don't depend on a thing And maybe that's why They're man's best friend ___ The girls You know that they are vain They will poison your brain They will drive you insane The girls Will laugh at your jokes How they love the coat on (???) But it is all a hoax The girls Are still making dates they still making you wait and they say you are late The girls Are yours for a throw (?) At least you think so Ah but you will never know The dogs Well you know the dogs They lift up a leg As they see it end The dogs Well you know the dogs And maybe that's why They're man's best friend ___ The girls They're not what they seem They all have a scheme They call it a dream The girls Are as hot as they please And you're down on your knees With the greatest of ease The girls Say you're on the right track Then they take it all back Tie it up in a sack The girls They will give it of course But they give with such force That it gives you remorse But the dogs They give nothing at all They just lift a leg As they watch it end Oh, the dogs They give nothing at all And that's the reason why They're man's best friend And yet it's because of the girls When they've knocked us about And our tears want to shout That we kick the dogs out |
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The girls
Are as fast as a game Are as bright as a flame And you're always to blame The girls Are as pink as the light And as dark as the night And they're always right The girls Are as cold as the sphinx Always dreaming of minks They drive you to drink The girls Are as soft as a sigh That whispers good-bye And leaves you to cry But the dogs Well, they're only dogs Just wagging their tails As they watch it end Oh, the dogs Well, they're only dogs And maybe that's why They're man's best friend The girls Can make you feel cold Can make you feel old An antique to be sold The girls They play with your heart They tear you apart You're never too smart The girls They throw you from towers They'll whip you with flowers It depends on the hours The girls Will treat you like trash Or let you be brash It depends on your cash But the dogs Don't depend on a thing They just lick your face When they see it end Oh, the dogs Don't depend on a thing And maybe that's why They're man's best friend ___ The girls You know that they are vain They will poison your brain They will drive you insane The girls Will laugh at your jokes How they love the coat on (???) But it is all a hoax The girls Are still making dates they still making you wait and they say you are late The girls Are yours for a throw (?) At least you think so Ah but you will never know The dogs Well you know the dogs They lift up a leg As they see it end The dogs Well you know the dogs And maybe that's why They're man's best friend ___ The girls They're not what they seem They all have a scheme They call it a dream The girls Are as hot as they please And you're down on your knees With the greatest of ease The girls Say you're on the right track Then they take it all back Tie it up in a sack The girls They will give it of course But they give with such force That it gives you remorse But the dogs They give nothing at all They just lift a leg As they watch it end Oh, the dogs They give nothing at all And that's the reason why They're man's best friend And yet it's because of the girls When they've knocked us about And our tears want to shout That we kick the dogs out |
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The girls
Are as fast as a game Are as bright as a flame And you're always to blame The girls Are as pink as the light And as dark as the night And they're always right The girls Are as cold as the sphinx Always dreaming of minks They drive you to drink The girls Are as soft as a sigh That whispers good-bye And leaves you to cry But the dogs Well, they're only dogs Just wagging their tails As they watch it end Oh, the dogs Well, they're only dogs And maybe that's why They're man's best friend The girls Can make you feel cold Can make you feel old An antique to be sold The girls They play with your heart They tear you apart You're never too smart The girls They throw you from towers They'll whip you with flowers It depends on the hours The girls Will treat you like trash Or let you be brash It depends on your cash But the dogs Don't depend on a thing They just lick your face When they see it end Oh, the dogs Don't depend on a thing And maybe that's why They're man's best friend ___ The girls You know that they are vain They will poison your brain They will drive you insane The girls Will laugh at your jokes How they love the coat on (???) But it is all a hoax The girls Are still making dates they still making you wait and they say you are late The girls Are yours for a throw (?) At least you think so Ah but you will never know The dogs Well you know the dogs They lift up a leg As they see it end The dogs Well you know the dogs And maybe that's why They're man's best friend ___ The girls They're not what they seem They all have a scheme They call it a dream The girls Are as hot as they please And you're down on your knees With the greatest of ease The girls Say you're on the right track Then they take it all back Tie it up in a sack The girls They will give it of course But they give with such force That it gives you remorse But the dogs They give nothing at all They just lift a leg As they watch it end Oh, the dogs They give nothing at all And that's the reason why They're man's best friend And yet it's because of the girls When they've knocked us about And our tears want to shout That we kick the dogs out |
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The car in front follows the long way around
Prey moves Predator moves Foreshortened angels hunting me down Halle -- halle -- halle Underkill Sticks in gutters Overkill Is personal Too many bullets Rabbi crater Keyed for action hits the marks I wish I was in Dixie Sleet switches silence To the shredding of larks Serifot Combs of honey Kellipot Saliva's coating balls of money You and me against the world You and me against the world You and me against the world World about to end World about to end World about to end Windblown hair in a windowless room A lifeline of knuckles Waddles into the afternoon Look into its eyes It will look into your eyes |
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from Scott Walker - Tilit (2005)
IT'S A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT
FROM HERE TO THOSE STARS feathers on the sides of my fingers IT'S A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT FROM HERE TO THOSE TREMBLING STARS and the feathers so fresh and the nerves so fresh Do you swear the breastbone was bare I saw it and made my escape Do you have any doubt that he slept in that bed I can only repeat I never saw him Better listen before you fly all over your man Better listen before I spill you in if you could turn on your side move your touch to that hip Easy now easy now it's a beautiful night Garcia A cigarette for the prisoner THAT RIBBON CRACKS LIKE THIS ONE AND THIS ONE CRACKS LIKE THOSE OVER THERE AND THOSE OVER THERE CRACK LIKE THESE TWO BRINGING THOSE STRUTTERS BRINGING THOSE STRUTTERS AND THAT ONE CRACKS LIKE THESE DO AND THESE DO JUST LIKE THIS OVER HERE AND THIS OVER HERE And out on the rim All the calcium planets growing in the darkness All over the body the flapping body clickety click clickety click I have a greenlight for fifty thousand It was the month of july We had more in or going out You were responsible for rolling stock I can only repeat I never saw him in bed Do you know what happened to most of the children She opened the tent to tame a morsel of air before the sun came up |
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from Scott Walker - Boy Child (1999)
I've watched her from the river banks
I knew her when she danced with dreams White doves were there to dress her hair And so was Madelaine At night the people's faces danced Like pearls colliding on the breast Of fat Marie whose thunder laugh Was just a thread from crying Her sailors stained her cobblestones With wine and piss and death desire And sometimes blood for Madelaine Whose laughter was the night Her girls would lift their dresses high and breathe the stars and kiss the sky She'd smother them with whispers then Embrace them with her sighs Before the bottle dulled my eyes And made me so I couldn't stand I'd overact and play the clown When Madelaine would cry And now I watch from riverbanks I watch it weave it's memories White doves turned gray and flew away And so did Madelaine |
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I've watched her from the river banks
I knew her when she danced with dreams White doves were there to dress her hair And so was Madelaine At night the people's faces danced Like pearls colliding on the breast Of fat Marie whose thunder laugh Was just a thread from crying Her sailors stained her cobblestones With wine and piss and death desire And sometimes blood for Madelaine Whose laughter was the night Her girls would lift their dresses high and breathe the stars and kiss the sky She'd smother them with whispers then Embrace them with her sighs Before the bottle dulled my eyes And made me so I couldn't stand I'd overact and play the clown When Madelaine would cry And now I watch from riverbanks I watch it weave it's memories White doves turned gray and flew away And so did Madelaine |
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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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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)
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 - 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 - 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 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 - 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 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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)
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 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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from Scott Walker - Scott Two (2002)
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 - 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 (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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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)
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 - Tilit (2005)
here you
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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 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)
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 4 (2002)
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 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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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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