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corps de blah - scott walker lyrics

hence went and cracked
an atom age old egg
beneath my nose,
the sky-clads ash
with jettisoning the roost.
i’m b-mping into legh-rns in the darkness.
excuse me.
dear god, excuse me.
accrue too flew and
burned my teeth
with kitchen matches
struck on stone.
boiling owls shriek
arab widow flayed cadenzas.
i’m wading through
blue, vacant veins of sterzing.
the chiseller keeps slipping away.
cholesteroled mansions
crowded with sulphured air, dip to
kyrie’s lone whistler in the shadows.
simitar sideburn, charging on the purple
purlieus, scr-pe to
goitres gray carnation
through the stubble.
epicanthic kn-bbler
of ninon, arch to
macaronic mahout in the mascon.
ah, my old
scabby sachem,
a sphincters tooting our tune.
if only ‘i’ could pick you.
wed slosh, wed slide, wed cling
round a kelloggs floor.
his severed, yellow-eyes
weepingda-da-da, da-da-da.
from the spit-roast smoke curling.
da-da-da
da-da-da.
“rack off!
from this ravished slather”!
“keep yourvile rattus
small adult hand to yourself”.
“take your turnshoes and wobble”.
“turnshoes and wobble”.
jihad jive lobsleaking beanbag
through a cut-out clowns astonished mouth.
shrivelled pods climb to the sun
beneath your skirts.
then suddenly, there’s hissing on the gumbo.
i’m drowning yonical tears.
grinding upheaval always affects the genitals, sniff to
breaths bereft manhattans in the duma.
unleavened bread-head, the window behind, alive,
with wheeze driven flakes, bob to
rotting grapes bunch brooch on chest of bruises.
nothing clears a room like removing a brain, hail
the rain hail
the rain hail
the rain.
ah, my sweet sagamore wino, face full of drunken ticks,
if only i could sip you.
like flies sip at wide eyes, on a desert floor.
we could move to the sticks.
say earls court or embankment.
while the thames flows black as camel p-ss,
let the icy thermals dervish around our feet.
dare, step out on me,
i’ll step out on you.
dare, step out on me,
i’ll step out on you
bish bosch, and what more are depositions for?
eukaryotic gobbler of gavotte, knee to
deafening tiny feet upon the branches.
altair, vega, drogba and deneb, doff to
dentists stoop of moon above the haunches.
sealable nostrils squeezed through eye of coupling pin, heil to
ober-bearing night starting to smoulder.
first fiddlers mark, right there, under the jaw, nod to
double-bladed axe poised over shoulder.

- scott walker lyrics

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