Lyrics Corps De Blah - Scott Walker

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