Box set: Scott Walker - The Collection 1967-1970
Release date: June 3rd 2013
Label: Universal
Allison Schulnik: Mound (2011) feat. Scott Walker: ‘It’s Raining Today’ (1969)
A short film directed by Allison Schulnik, 2011.
Cinematography by Helder K. Sun.
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“It’s raining today
and I’m just about to forget
the train window girl
That wonderful day we met
She smiles through the
smoke from my cigarette
It’s raining today
But once there was summer and you
And dark little rooms
And sleep in late afternoons
Those moments descend on my windowpane
I’ve hung around here too long
Listenin’ to the old
landlady’s hard-luck stories
You out of me me out of you
We go like lovers
To replace the empty space
Repeat our dreams to someone new
It’s raining today
And I watch the cellophane streets
No hang-ups for me
‘Cause hang-ups need company
The street corner girl’s a
cold trembling leaf
It’s raining today
It’s raining today.”
IT’S RAINING TODAY
“A lot to do with my teenage years. We are all flower/hippy now. My teenage days were in the beatnik era. I was involved in progressive jazz and writers like Jack Kerouac. Hitch-hiking over America. Meeting a lot of people with whom I had ephemeral relationships. A song…
Scott Walker: ‘Rosemary’ (1969)
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Voices from a photograph
Laughed from your wall
Screamed through your dreams
Wake up Rosemary and wipe your teary eyes
Rise and cross the cold bare floor
And watch the moon through frosted glass
Damn that photograph
I’ll have to take it down
She hears the boats as they move down the river
She sees a dog straining hard on his leash to get away
She hears the clock and it strikes like a hammer
Pounding the nails one day further in the coffin of her
Youth
Evenings with your mother’s friends
Pregnant eyes, sagging chins
Swollen fingertips
Pour antique cups of tea
Who are you and where you been?
Suspended in a weightless wind
Watching trains go by
From platforms in the rain
Look at the photograph
Dream back last summer
Dream back the lips
Of that travelling salesman, Mr. Jim
He smelled of miracles
With stained-glass whispers
You loved his laughter
You tremble beneath him once again
That’s what I want
A new shot at life
But my coat’s too thin
My feet won’t fly
And I watch the wind
And I see another dream
blowin’ by
