Song | Rawhide |
Artist | Scott Walker |
Album | Five Easy Pieces |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
This is how you disappear | |
out between midnight, | |
called up under valleys | |
of torches and stars. | |
Foot, knee, shaggy belly, face | |
famous hindlegs, | |
as one of their own | |
you graze with them. | |
Cro-magnon herders | |
will stand in the wind, | |
sweeping tails shining, | |
and scaled to begin, | |
SHUTTING DOWN HERE | |
SHUTTING DOWN HERE – | |
– to where necks | |
leave the air | |
unpossesed | |
and giant heads lock | |
constellations. | |
A last grain of dust | |
lands in the darkness | |
on tongues laid bare, | |
and turning to chalk. | |
Shutting down here. | |
Freezing in red, | |
bent over his ice skin, | |
The insomniac gnaws | |
in the On-Offs; | |
he is glazed | |
in the hooves | |
all round. | |
It is losing its shape. | |
Losing its shape, | |
as the heat | |
in your hands | |
carve the muscle | |
away. | |
And he grins | |
from a break | |
in a backflash. | |
Delivers it up | |
on a break | |
in a backflash. | |
Motionless brands | |
burn into a hipframe | |
As a saviour | |
loads sightlines | |
backlit by fires, | |
on the ridges | |
of the highest | |
breeder |
This is how you disappear | |
out between midnight, | |
called up under valleys | |
of torches and stars. | |
Foot, knee, shaggy belly, face | |
famous hindlegs, | |
as one of their own | |
you graze with them. | |
Cromagnon herders | |
will stand in the wind, | |
sweeping tails shining, | |
and scaled to begin, | |
SHUTTING DOWN HERE | |
SHUTTING DOWN HERE | |
to where necks | |
leave the air | |
unpossesed | |
and giant heads lock | |
constellations. | |
A last grain of dust | |
lands in the darkness | |
on tongues laid bare, | |
and turning to chalk. | |
Shutting down here. | |
Freezing in red, | |
bent over his ice skin, | |
The insomniac gnaws | |
in the OnOffs | |
he is glazed | |
in the hooves | |
all round. | |
It is losing its shape. | |
Losing its shape, | |
as the heat | |
in your hands | |
carve the muscle | |
away. | |
And he grins | |
from a break | |
in a backflash. | |
Delivers it up | |
on a break | |
in a backflash. | |
Motionless brands | |
burn into a hipframe | |
As a saviour | |
loads sightlines | |
backlit by fires, | |
on the ridges | |
of the highest | |
breeder |
This is how you disappear | |
out between midnight, | |
called up under valleys | |
of torches and stars. | |
Foot, knee, shaggy belly, face | |
famous hindlegs, | |
as one of their own | |
you graze with them. | |
Cromagnon herders | |
will stand in the wind, | |
sweeping tails shining, | |
and scaled to begin, | |
SHUTTING DOWN HERE | |
SHUTTING DOWN HERE | |
to where necks | |
leave the air | |
unpossesed | |
and giant heads lock | |
constellations. | |
A last grain of dust | |
lands in the darkness | |
on tongues laid bare, | |
and turning to chalk. | |
Shutting down here. | |
Freezing in red, | |
bent over his ice skin, | |
The insomniac gnaws | |
in the OnOffs | |
he is glazed | |
in the hooves | |
all round. | |
It is losing its shape. | |
Losing its shape, | |
as the heat | |
in your hands | |
carve the muscle | |
away. | |
And he grins | |
from a break | |
in a backflash. | |
Delivers it up | |
on a break | |
in a backflash. | |
Motionless brands | |
burn into a hipframe | |
As a saviour | |
loads sightlines | |
backlit by fires, | |
on the ridges | |
of the highest | |
breeder |