Letra Corps de blah Scott Walker

Corps de blah

Hence
went
and cracked

an atom age
old egg
beneath my nose,

The sky-clads ash
with jettisoning the roost.

I'm bumping into leghorns in the darkness.

Excuse me.
Dear god, excuse me.

Accrue
too
flew
and

burned my teethwith 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,

scrape to

Goitres gray carnation
through the stubble.

Epicanthic knobbler
of ninon,

arch to

Macaronic mahout
in the mascon.

Ah, my old
Scabby Sachem,
a sphinters tooting our tune.

If only 'I'
could pick you.

Wed slosh, wed slide,
wed cling
round a kelloggs
floor.

His
severed,
yellow-eyes
weeping-

DA-DA-DA,
DA-DA-DA.

from the spit-roast smoke
curling.

DA-DA-DA
DA-DA-DA.

"RACK OFF!
from this ravished
slather"!

"Keep your
vile rattus
small adult
hand
to yourself".

"Take your
turnshoes
and wobble".

"Turnshoes
and wobble".

Jihad jive
lobs-
leaking 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
in
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 piss,

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

Dentist's 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.