Scott Walker
montague terrace in blue
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The little clock's stopped ticking now
We're swallowed in the stomached rue
The only sound to tear the night
Comes from the man upstairs
His bloated belching figure stomps
He may crash through the ceiling soon
The window sees trees cry from cold
And claw the moon
But we know don't we
And we'll dream won't we
Of Montague Terrace in blue
The girl across the hall makes love
Her thoughts lay cold like shattered stone
Her thighs are full of tales to tell
Of all the nights she's known
Your eyes ignite like cold blue fire
The scent of secrets everywhere
A fist filled with illusions
Clutches all our cares
But we know don't we
And we'll dream won't we
Of Montague Terrace in blue oh in blue
- Album:
- The Childhood Of A Leader (Original Motion Picture...
- Five Classic Albums
- Bish Bosch
- The Drift
- Boy Child 67-70
- Miscellaneous
- Scott Walker & The Walker Brothers - 1965-1970
- No Regrets - The Best Of Scott Walker & The Walker...
- The Collection
- Scott Walker - The Collection 1967-1970
- Classics & Collectibles
- Scott 3
- Scott Walker Sings Jacques Brel
- Scott 4
- Scott
- True Chillout (3CD set)
- Classic Love
- Late Night Tales - Air
- Late Night Tales: Air (Remastered)
- Tilt