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Dimple Lyrics

Album Name : Bish Bosch
Release Date : 2012-11-30
Song Duration : 6:47

Scott Walker Dimple


November in July.

Eyes glistening in darkness,

like freshly crushed flies.

Fourteen bones held together by avian phlegm.

When the whistling has ended,

I won't stale again.

Slurry soul. Unbearable clink

fraying through tartared chink,

Took the Dorgi, left the dent-

frozen fast

in the sagging night.

4/4 of silence 5/4 of shame.

When the sneezings subsided,

I wont stare again.


INK, A DINK A DINK-

Hej do, hej do

A DINK A DINK A DINK A DOO.

Hej do, hej do

Jutland is crooning narcrotic Lorilies.

Ingen...ingenting. Ingen...ingenting.

Awaiting command, its huge snout-

wedged between my thighs.

Ingen...ingenting. Ingen...ingenting.


INK, A DINK A DINK

Hej do, hej do

A DINK A DINK A DINK A DOO.

Hej do, hej do

Jutland is hvining while stars fall in thuds,

Ingen...ingenting. Ingen...ingenting.

flattening the cheek,

like soft muffled scuds.

Ingen...ingenting. Ingen...ingenting.


Tongues lick the lead Lego,

they won't be denied.

If you're listening to this,

you must have survived.

My only pige passed your only dreng

in Jutland's sheer city.

Farvel, farvel


November in July

Apropolis lip to where acid-fast fly.

Crepey and shiny.

guanine restrain.

While out lifting scalp,

I will not glare again.


Took the shilling, ditched the score,

frozen fast

in the lowering night.

In the lowering left-testicle night.



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