Some artists are too influential, too BASED, too rare to not be acknowledged on their birthday...
One of the most abstract, astral, seminal, cosmic crooners of all time: Scott Walker celebrates a birthday today. We salute him for not only his contributions
to music, art, and style, but also his cosmic svauge. He stood for expression, and mind expansion, he sang about his dreams, and he changed music and
fashion forever. An American in London...
"Dealer"
The windows are ringing shaking Night-nites for angels rattling throats up and down on a beam.
Cooling the hearts cooling the plasma keeping ice junkies packed hard on a seam
The other side of a prowler the dead still search the living.
At least there we did not not fail.
Coming to in the overcast tracks are still flowing.
At least there he does not wail.
Psalms of your hands sung into the lateness move a circuit on the white and he can't feel a thing.
Gone always alone to all you are never he climbs into your mouth when the windows ring.
The windows are ringing shaking dead men for angels Hissing brains boiling up press't to the bone
uncoils the wire whole night long bumping out thru the eye in knots.
Sweet hot numbers sweet hots bumping out thru the eye on a wire of knots.
Sweet hot numbers sweet hots bumping out thru the eye on a wire of knots.
Psalms of your hands sung into the lateness move a circuit on the white and he can't feel a thing.
Gone always alone to all you are never he climbs into your mouth when the windows ring.
- S. Walker
To risk a dream...
