The Godlike Genius of Scott Walker
roots66:

Musik Parade, May 1967.

roots66:

Musik Parade, May 1967.

Ute Lemper: ‘Scope J’ (2000)

Written and produced by Scott Walker.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Punishing_Kiss

http://www.discogs.com/Ute-Lemper-Punishing-Kiss/master/237860

Lyrics:

The Russians are going
The Russians are going

Departing like merchants
dragging the contours
into the never settling
snow

Behold not a possum

Nothing to sneeze at

A rouble left
spinning

Rouble keeps
Spinning

Oh where is
a sombre reverie?

Fingered

but I won’t
be soiled

I won’t beg
or lift
my
voice

and I won’t
be soiled

The sun will never
rise

but I will see
it

spilling down
the slave ships
cross the bay

A tear will never
fall

but I will feel
it

gliding on the cheekless

gliding on the cheekless

Please

cut her to
ribbons again

long flowing
ribbons again

I’m wearing
the wire

(On the outside
grows the furside
on the inside
grows the skinside
so the furside
is the outside
and the skinside
is the inside
oneside likes the
skinside inside
and the furside
on the outside
others like the
skinside outside
and the furside
on the inside
if you turn the
skinside inside
thinking you will
side with that
side then the
softside fursides
inside which
some argue is
the wrong side
if you turn the
furside outside
as you say it
grows on that side
then your outsides
next to skinside
which becomforts
not the right side)

Where do the
sewers go?

They gotta go
somewhere

I know they
can’t empty
into the
sea

gotta go
somewhere

Wherever the
sewers go

that’s where
you’ll find
it

Soaring the
darkness of
a life

it is the
dagger

not the
knife

Fingered

but I won’t
be soiled

I won’t beg
or lift
my
voice

and I won’t
be soiled

Early birds
will not
resolve
the issue

As runners
leap to
fly
tree climbers
glide to
ground

Night without
a star

is what a
night is

And for me
a glass
to bring
the stars
around

At the
roadsides

carts are
piling up
with corpses

And breath

just keeps on
flowing

breath
just keeps on
flowing

Up ahead
in the
shadow

a bootleg
is hooking

Please

cut her to
ribbons again

the Russians
are going
the Russians
are going

I’m wearing
the wire

Fire
without
smoke

Smoke
without
fire