Scott Walker Always Coming Back To You

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

Scott Walker A Face In The Crowd

Tomorrow is a face in the crowd

A leaf in the wind

A bend in the road

We’re travelling

Tomorrow is a sky filled with dreams

A gift from the moon

A sea we have yet to sail

But must very soon

Will we be there together?

We should be there together

I’ve done moving alone

Through the miles of miles of yesterday

We’re each of us a face in the crowd

Now you and I can share all there is between ‘hello’ and

‘goodbye’

Together we can try

Together

We can

Try…

Scott Walker Jean The Machine

Whatever happened to Jean the machine

She used to live down the hall from me

And all of the boys in the band

Miss her so bad now

Ain’t it pitiful

She made her way from Hungary

A refugee with a voice like Callas

But somehow she couldn’t get on

So she took it off

At the, the local Palace

Jean come back (Why’d you go now)

Jean come back (Things are slow now)

Jean come back

My landlady said Jean’s a commie spy

And each time I asked for the reason why

My landlady said it’s a front

She bumps and grinds codes

To an audience of immigrants

It blows my mind when I think of Jean

Every night with a new routine

‘Cos I play drums in the band

She used me as part

Of her dirty commie plan

Jean come back (we forgive you)

Jean come back (boy scouts honour)

Jean come back (Spiro Agnew)

Jean come back (To the Bolshoi)

Jean come back (To your homeland)

Jean come back (bring the microfilm)

Scott Walker Ride Me Down Easy

The highway, she’s hotter than nine kindsa hell

Rise are as scarce as rain

When you’re down to your last chuck, with nothing to tell

An’ too far away from the trains

Been a good month’s of Sundays in a guitar go

Had a tall drink o’ yesterday’s wine

Left a long string of friends, some sheeps in the wind

And some satisfied women behind

Hey, ride me down easy, Lord – ride me all down

Leave word in the dust, where I lay

Say I’m easy come, easy go

And easy to love where I stay

Scott Walker Plastic Palace People

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

Scott Walker Blanket Roll Blues

When I crossed the river

with a heavy blanket roll

I took nobody with me

not a soul.

I took a few provisions

some for comfort, some for cold

but I took nobody with me

not a soul.

Scott Walker Black Rose

Way down in Virginia, ‘mongst the tall-grown sugar cane

Lived a simple-headed man and a diamond neck ta him

And a rose of a different name

Well, the first time I felt lightnin’

I was standin’ in the pourin’ rain

With a tremblin’ hand and a bottle of jam

And a rose of a different name

Well, the devil made me do it the first time

The second time, I done it on my own

Lord, put a handle o this simple-headed man

Help me leave this black rose alone

Well, the devil made that woman

Lord, he threw the pattern away

She were built for speed with the tool you need

To make a new fool every day

Well, way down deep an’ dirty

On the dark-haired side o’ shame

You’ll find this clean-cut man, doin’ it again

With a rose of a different name

Well, the devil made me do it the first time

The second time, I done it on my own

Lord, put a handle o this simple-headed man

Help me leave this black rose alone

Well, the devil made me do it the first time

The second time, I done it on my own

Lord, put a handle o this simple-headed man

Help me leave this black rose alone

Scott Walker A Lover Loves

Corneas misted

Put put put put

Color high

Put put put

Motionless

Put put put put

For seconds at a time

A hand that is cold in another colder

Put put put

And everything

Put put put put

within reach

This is a waltz for a dodo

A samba for Bambi

Gavotte for the Kaiser

Bolero for Beuys

A reel for Red Rosa

A polka for Tintin

Corneas misted

Put put put

Color high

Put put put

Motionless

Put put put put

One hand that is cold in another colder

Put put put

And everything

within reach

Scott Walker Hand Me Ups

Mend

Amend

Bring and rub

Beat the band

I tried

I tried

Shrugged off the splintering white bone

Teeth shaken out with a stroke

Brain running down along spear

from the wound in the eye hole

Stones pounding in

past the screens

past the shields

I felt the nail driving into my food

while I felt the nail driving into my hand

Rub a dub

God and bring

beat the band

I tried

I tried

what?

When you can’t hear the bleating all night

Else he’s strumming the springs of his cot

When?

What you can’t see is

her tiny mouth

squealing and shrieking with laughter

Dispensing

with each little toe

each little finger

let them whirl away into the darkness

The pee pee soaked trousers

The torn muddied dress

No ankles at the gates at dusk

Ever caught the dawning

The audience is waiting

Its audience is waiting

Its audience is waiting

Its audience is waiting

No Fado live from last year’s winning country

Twelve bunnies in a hutch for nine new weeks

The audience is waiting

Its audience is waiting

Its audience is waiting

Its audience is waiting

And it will catch my toes

It will catch my fingers

The pee pee soaked trousers

The torn muddied dress

Forever and ever

Forever and ever

Forever and ever

Forever and ever

Mend

Amend

Bring and rub

Beat the band

I tried

I tried

Shrugged off the splintering white bone

Teeth shaken out with a stroke

Brain running down along spear

from the wound in the eye hole

Stones pounding in

past the screens

past the shields

I felt the nail driving into my food

while I felt the nail driving into my hand

Scott Walker Dimple

November in July

Eyes glistening in darkness

Like freshly crushed flies

Fourteen bones held together

By avian phlegm

When the whistling has ended

I won’t stale again

Slurry soul, unbearable clink

Fraying through tartared chink

Took the Dorgi, left the dent

Frozen fast in the sagging night

4/4 of silence, 5/4 of shame

When the sneezings subsided

I won’t stare again

Ink-a-dink-a-dink

(Hej do, hej do)

A-dink-a-dink-a-dink-a-doo

(Hej do, hej do)

Jutland is crooning narcrotic Lorilies

(Ingen, ingenting, ingen, ingenting)

Awaiting command

Its huge snout wedged between my thighs

(Ingen, ingenting, ingen, ingenting)

Ink-a-dink-a-dink

(Hej do, hej do)

A-dink-a-dink-a-dink-a-doo

(Hej do, hej do)

Jutland is hvining while stars fall in thuds

(Ingen, ingenting, ingen, ingenting)

Flattening the cheek, like soft muffled scuds

(Ingen, ingenting, ingen, ingenting)

Tongues lick the lead Lego

They won’t be denied

If you’re listening to this

You must have survived

My only pige passed your only dreng

In Jutland’s sheer city

(Farvel, farvel)

November in July

Apropolis lip to where acid-fast fly

Crepey and shiny guanine restrain

While out lifting scalp

I will not glare again

Took the shilling, ditched the score

Frozen fast in the lowering night

In the lowering left-testicle night