SCOTT WALKER – Corps de Blah

From the Bish Bosch album (2012)

[Verse 1] 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

[Verse 2] 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

[Verse 3] Cholesteroled mansions crowded with sulphured air Dip to Kyrie’s lone whistler in the shadows Scimitar 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

[Verse 4] Ah, my old scabby Sachem, a sphincters’ tooting our tune If only ‘I’ could pick you We’d slosh, we’d slide, we’d 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!”