Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Corps De Blah, artist - Scott Walker. Date of issue: 02.12.2012
Song language: English
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 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 |
| 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, 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» |
| 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 Earl’s 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 |
| Aare 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 |