Phrasing Lyrics

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.