Scoot Walker

[fox69]

"Manhattan"

"Manhattan"


Here you
are boy
here you are

Here you
are boy
Here you are

Here you
are boy
Here you are

I tip to Bengal
tip to Somal
I tip to Burmese
tip Kenyanese
see them sliding
through the sun

I tip Havanian
Abyssinian
Here Alaskan
Here Corsican

See them sliding
through the sun

it's on me
all my life
On me
all my life

Scalper
in the lampglow
scalper
on a chair

stick wiped
shirt?

and his arm
somewhere

Fleur de Lis
le wrist is
connected

chief of police
a la collar -
- bones disconnected

and here you
are boy
here you are

and hear the
word of the
lord

I tip to Bengal
no
he tips to
Bengal
tips to Somal

tips to Burmese
tips Kenyanese

See them sliding
through the sun

Scalper
in the lampglow
scalper
everywhere

stick wiped shirt?

say something
round that
shredded dirt

Say Fleur de Lis
Le jaw bone
connected

chief of police
a la ankles -
- connected

And here you
are boy
here you are

here you
are boy
here you are

he tips Havanian
tips Abyssinian
here Alaskan
here Corsican

we tip to
Russo

 

[fox69]

"Maria Bethania"

"Maria Bethania"


Everybody knows that our cities were built to be destroyed
Everybody knows that our cities were built to be destroyed
You get to know it
You buy a flat
You hide behind the mat
But I know she was born to do everything
Wrong before our love died
But I know she was born to do everything
Wrong before our love died

Maria Bethania please send me a letter
I wish to know things are getting
Better better better better better
Bethania please send me a letter
I wish to know things are getting better

She has give out a soul to the devil but
The devil gave his soul to God
She has give out a soul to the devil but
The devil gave his soul to God.
Before the flood
After the flood
Before you can't see
She has given the soul to the devil
And bought a flat by the sea
She has given the soul to the devil
And bought a flat by the sea

Maria Bethania please send me a letter
I wish to know things are getting better,
Better, better, better, better.
Bethania please send me a letter
I wish to know things are getting better

Everybody knows that it's so hard to dig and get to the root
Everybody knows that it's so hard to dig and get to the root
You eat the food
You go ahead
You wake up on your head
But I love her face cause it has nothing to do with all I said
But I love her face cause it has nothing to do with all I said

Maria Bethania please send me a letter
I wish to know things are getting better
Better, better, better, better
Bethania please send me a letter
I wish to know things are getting better

 

[fox69]

"Mathilde"
(originally by Jacques Brel)

"Mathilde"
(originally by Jacques Brel)



Mama, do you see what I see
On your knees and pray for me
Mathilde's come back to me
Charley, don't want another beer
Tonight I'm gonna drink my tears
Mathilde's come back to me
Go ask the maid if she heard what I said
Tell her to change the sheets on the bed
Mathilde's come back to me
Fellas, don't leave me tonight
Tonight I'm going back to fight
Wretched Mathilde's in sight

My heart, my heart, stop beating so
Just make as if you didn't know
That Mathilde's come back to me
My heart, I don't want you to say
She's lovelier than when she went away
Mathilde, who's come back to me
My heart, stop beating overjoyed
Remember you were once destroyed
By Mathilde, who's come back to me
Fellas, please don't go away
Tell me that I mustn't stay
Mathilde's coming back today

My hands, you'll start to shake again
When you remember all the pain
Mathilde's come back to me
You'll want to beat her black and blue
But don't do it, I beg of you
Mathilde's come back to me
My hands, remember all the years
Remember when you caught my tears
Mathilde's come back to me
My hands, you'll want to touch her now
But please try and be strong somehow
Mathilde's here, she's coming now, now

Mama, can you hear me yell
Your baby boy's gone back to hell
Mathilde's come back to me
Charley, champagne right away
I know you've been saving it for the holiday
But Mathilde's come back to me
Go ask the maid if she heard what I said
Tell her to put the best sheets on the bed
Mathilde's come back to me
My friends, don't count on me no more
I've gone and crashed through heaven's door
My sweet Mathilde's here
Once more, once more

 

[fox69]

"Montague Terrace (In Blue)"

"Montague Terrace (In Blue)"


The little clock's stopped ticking now
We're swallowed in the stomached rue
The only sound to tear the night
Comes from the man upstairs

His bloated belching figure stomps
He may crash through the ceiling soon
The window sees trees cry from cold
And claw the moon

But we know don't we
And we'll dream won't we
Of Montague Terrace in blue

The girl across the hall makes love
Her thoughts lay cold like shattered stone
Her thighs are full of tales to tell
Of all the nights she's known

Your eyes ignite like cold blue fire
The scent of secrets everywhere
A fist filled with illusions
Clutches all our cares

But we know don't we
And we'll dream won't we
Of Montague Terrace in blue oh in blue

 

[fox69]

"My Death"

"My Death"


My death is like
a swinging door
a patient girl who knows the score
whistle for her
and the passing time

My death waits like
a bible truth
at the funeral of my youth
weep loud for that
and the passing time

My death waits like
a witch at night
and surely as our love is bright
let's laugh for us
and the passing time

But whatever is behind the door
there is nothing much to do
angel or devil I don't care
for in front of that door
there is you

My death waits like
a beggar blind
who sees the world with an unlit mind
throw him a dime
for the passing time

My death waits
to allow my friends
a few good times before it ends
let's drink to that
and the passing time

My death waits in
your arms, your thighs
your cool fingers will close my eyes
let's not talk about
the passing time

But whatever is behind the door
there is nothing much to do
angel or devil I don't care
for in front of that door
there is you

My death waits
among the falling leaves
in magicians, mysterious sleeves
rabbits, dogs
and the passing time

My death waits
among the flowers
where the blackest shadow cowers
let's pick lilacs
for the passing time

My death waits in
a double bed
sails of oblivion at my head
pull up the sheets
against the passing time

But whatever is behind the door
there is nothing much to do
angel or devil I don't care
for in front of that door
there is you

 

[fox69]

"Next"

"Next"


Naked as sin, an army towel
Covering my belly
Some of us blush, somehow
Knees turning to jelly
Next, next

I was still just a kid
There were a hundred like me
I followed a naked body
A naked body follwed me
next, next

I was still just a kid
When my innocence was lost
In a mobile army whorehouse
Gift from the army, free of cost
Next, next

Me, I really would have liked
A little touch of tenderness
Maybe a word, a smile
An hour of happiness
But, next, next

Oh, it wasn't so tragic
The high heavens did not fall
But how much of that time
I hated being there at all
Next, next Now I always will recall
The brothel truck, the flying flags
The queer lieutenant who slapped
Our asses as if we were fags
Next, next

I swear on the wet head
Of my first case of gonorrhea
It is his ugly voice
That I forever hear
Next, next

That voice that stinks of whiskey
Of corpses and of mud
It is the voice of nations
It is the thick voice of blood
Next, next

And since the each woman
I have taken to bed
Seems to laugh in my arms
To whisper through my head
Next, next

All the naked and the dead
Should hold each other's hands
As they watch me scream at night
In a dream no one understands
Next, next

And when I am not screaming
In a voice grown dry and hollow
I stand on endless naked lines
Of the following and the followed
Next, next

One day I'll cut my legs off
Or burn myself alive
Anything, I'll do anything
To get out of line to survive
Never to be next
Never to be next.

 

[fox69]

"No Easy Way Down"

"No Easy Way Down"


Your toy balloon has sailed in the sky, love
But now it must fall to the ground
And your sad eyes reveal just how badly you feel

And there is no easy way down

The view from the cliffs must have been exciting
And up to the peaks you were bound
Now you're stranded alone and the path is unknown

And there is no easy way down

No, it isn't very easy when you're left on your own
Hey, it isn't very easy when each road you take
Is one more mistake- and there's no-one to break
You fall and leads you back home

We all like to fly to the heights, love
Where our fantasy worlds can be found
You must know it's the end when it's time to descend

And there is no easy way down

And there is no easy way down..

 

[fox69]

"Old Five And Dimers Like Me"

"Old Five And Dimers Like Me"


I've spent a lifetime makin' up my mind to be
More than the measure of what I thought others could see
Good luck and fast bucks are too far and too few between
Cadillac buyers and old five and dimers like me

She stood beside me letting me know she would be
Something to lean on when everything ran out on me
Well-fenced yards ain't old cars, and I guess not never will be
The reason for rhymers and old five and dimers like me

It's takin' me so long now that I know I believe
All that I do will say is all I ever will be
Too much ain't enough for old five and dimers like me
Too far, too high, and too deep ain't too much to see
And old five and dimers is all I intended to be

 

[fox69]

"On Your Own Again"

"On Your Own Again"


Wasn't it a good year
Wasn't filled with talking
It still moves through my heart
From time to time
City after city
Granite gray as morning
Heroes died in subways left behind
far behind like our love

You're on your own again
And you're your best again
That's what you tell yourself
I see it all the way
as far as anyone can see
Except when it began
I was so happy I didn't feel like me

 

[fox69]

"Patriot (A Single)"

"Patriot (A Single)"


Ja '91'
see how
they run

I brought nylons
from New York
some had butterflies
some had specks

I brought nylons
from New York
Hard flat butterflies
some had specks

The good news
you cannot refuse

The bad news
is there is no news

Tonight he'll rise
he'll sell his arms
to anyone who asks about

As-in-the wind
As-in the rain
As-in-as in
As-in-without

oh the Luzerner Zeitung

the Luzerner
Zeitung
never
sold out
never
sold
out

Cripple fingers
hit the muezzin
yells

some had Columbine
some had
specks

Cripple fingers
hit the rounds
of shells

Some had
clinging vine
some had
specks

the good news
you cannot
refuse

the bad news
is there is
no news

tonight he'll rise
he'll leave
these arms
to anyone
who asks about

as-in-the tracks
as-in the wrists
as-in-you been
as-in-without

oh the Luzerner Zeitung

the
Luzerner
Zeitung
never
sold
out
never
sold
out

See how it blows

a mile up the road

color of moon

it swirls and collects

unfolding and tumbling
up this back road

swirling butterflies
swirling flecks

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