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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 (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 - 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 (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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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 (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 - 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 - 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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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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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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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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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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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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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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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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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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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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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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)
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 - 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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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 - 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 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 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 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 Two (2002)
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 Two (2002)
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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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 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 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 - 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 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 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 - 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 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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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)
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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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)
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 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 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 Next Brel: Tribute To Jacques Brel [tribute] (2004)
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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from Scott Walker - In 5 Easy Pieces (2005)
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 - In 5 Easy Pieces (2005)
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 - In 5 Easy Pieces (2005)
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 - In 5 Easy Pieces (2005)
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 - In 5 Easy Pieces (2005)
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 - In 5 Easy Pieces (2005)
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 - In 5 Easy Pieces (2005)
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 - In 5 Easy Pieces (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 - In 5 Easy Pieces (2005)
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 - In 5 Easy Pieces (2005)
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 - In 5 Easy Pieces (2005)
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 - In 5 Easy Pieces (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 - In 5 Easy Pieces (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 - In 5 Easy Pieces (2005)
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 - In 5 Easy Pieces (2005)
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 - In 5 Easy Pieces (2005)
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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