Testo Phrasing 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
roses.

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.