Scott Walker
Phrasing
Pain is not alone.
P-a-i-n is n-o-t alone.
Pain is not a-l-o-n-e.
P-a-i-n i-s not alone.
Neath a protein moon
in a protein sky,
running protein fields
with my protein eye.
There's a protein song
howling through
the meat.
Driving protein bods
from my protein street.
P-a-i-n i-s n-o-t alone.
Pain is not a-l-o-n-e.
Pain is not alone.
P-a-i-n i-s n-o-t a-l-o-n-e.
From the south
the Klan sends
Letras de cancionesroses.
Lymph-lacquered nails
hover
in waifed
autumn sun
for dragging down
the back
of summer.
From the east
come killer
poses.
Khuschev's shoe
beats a black
tattoo
in the middle
of the day.
From the north
flow floats
with quivering
virgins,
fresh from frozen
catacombs.
Did ya spot
the die-cut
crosses?
Did ya?
Did ya?
Pain is not alone.
P-a-i-n is not alone.
Pain i-s not a-l-o-n-e.
P-a-i-n is n-o-t alone.
Neath a protein moon
in a protein sky,
running protein fields
with my protein eye.
Here's to a lousy life.
Here's to a lousy life.
Here's to a lousy life.
Here's to a lousy life.
From Letras Mania