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SCOTT WALKER - Clara lyrics
Birds 
Birds 
This is not a cornhusk doll 
Dipped in blood in the moonlight 
Like what happen in America 
This is us 
Our eyesides snagged 
Dipped in mob in the daylight 
Like what happen in America 
The breasts are still heavy 
The legs long and straight 
The upper lip remains short 
The teeth are too small 
The eyeside is green 
The hair long and black 
Still coming through 
Still coming through 
She knows this room 
She can navigate it in the dark 
She entered the Palazzo at night by a side door 
To ascend to a lift in the upper floor 
She lies on the bed 
Looking up not yet seeing 
The signs of the zodiac painted in gold 
On the blue vaulted ceiling 
His enormous eyes as he arrives 
Coming nearer in the surrounding darkness 
His strange beliefs about the moon 
Its influence upon men of affairs 
The danger of its cold light on your face 
While you were sleeping 
She'll eclipse it with her head 
Stroke him while he sleeps 
Until he has nothing to do among men of affairs 
Sometime before dawn 
Her bare feet cross the floor 
She gazes from the window 
SCOTT WALKER - Clara - http://motolyrics.com/scott-walker/clara-lyrics.html
At the fountain in the courtyard 
Sometimes I feel like a swallow 
A swallow which by some mistake 
Has gotten into an attic 
And knocks its head against the walls in terror 
This is not a rabbit skinned 
With a body of silver 
Like what happen in America 
The breasts are still heavy 
The legs long and straight 
The upper lip remains short 
The teeth are too small 
The eyeside is green 
The hair long and black 
Still coming through 
Still coming through 
The mood soon changed 
In the clear morning air 
A man came up towards the body 
And poked it with a stick 
It rocked swiftly 
And twisted around at the end of the rope 
Finer than a hair from every side 
Finer than a hair 
Birds 
Birds 
This is just a cornhusk doll 
Dipped in blood in the moonlight 
This is just a cornhusk doll 
This morning in my room 
A little swallow was trapped 
It flew around desperately 
Until it fell exhausted on my bed 
I picked it up 
So as not to frighten it 
I opened the window 
Then I opened my hand











