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Rating: Imagine a former child prodigy who suddenly goes off the rails like few others have, throws away a promising career as a new Jacques Brel, adored by women, and spends many years in pubs drinking and watching people play darts.
Well, this is the life Scott Walker led for a long time before coming back with a record completely outside any market logic.
With Tilt, Walker creates a work that is nothing short of disorienting and monstrous, where the obsessions of a former alcoholic are laid out on a bed of electronics or barely hinted notes.
Everything is a stirring in the murky depths of passions confined in the depths of the gut; as if after years of anarchic and fun drinking with friends, you discover you lack the enzymes to burn alcohol... in the grip of daytime visions that mimic the function of dreams.
This is Tilt: an album that might seem like the brainchild of a David Sylvian who has finally learned to defecate outside the jar; an orgy of negative feelings that sends all the Elizabeth Vajagic and Nick Cave, his declared fan, home to drink milk and mint.
Scott Walker is a hidden genius, a victim of his own misanthropy and whimsical moods.
He has written brilliant love songs and then plunged into an anguishing and deaf minimalism, but highly recommended to those who want to find a voice that says, "hey, you're not the only one feeling bad..." a bit of the same old tune.....
The album cover reveals what awaits you upon listening: hands and eyes trapped in the black ink of life; like a Pollock painting where the urgency is so high that you can't sit there calculating moves and gestures.
I recommend, if you don't know it yet, to devour this album which is a worthy companion of failures and regrets.....for those who have them, of course.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 The Cockfighter (06:01)
It's a beautiful night
From here to those stars
Feathers on the sides
Of my fingers
It's a beautiful night
From here to those
Trembling stars
And the feathers so
Fresh
And the nerves so
Fresh
Do you swear
The breastbone
Was bare
I saw it
And made my
Escape
Do you have
Any doubt
That he slept
In that bed
I can only repeat
I never saw
Him
Better listen
Before you fly
All over your
Man
Better listen
Before i spill
You in
If you could
Turn on your
Side
Move your touch
To that hip
Easy now
Easy now
It's a beautiful
Night
Garcia
A cigarette
For the
Prisoner
That ribbon crack
Like this one and
This one crack like
Those over there and
Those over there crack
Like these two
Bringing those strutters
Bringing those strutters
And that one cracks
Like these do and
These do just like
This over here and
This over here
And out on the rim
All the calcium planets
Growing in
The darkness
All over the
Body
The flapping body
Clickety click
Clickety
Click
I have a greenlight
For fifty thousand
It was the month of
July
We had more in or
Going out
You were responsible
For rolling stock
I acn only repeat
I never saw him
In bed
Do you know what
Happened to most
Of the children
She opened the
Tent
To tame a morset
Of air
Before the sun
Came up
03 Bouncer See Bouncer... (08:50)
Spared
I've been spared
all the nickling
all the dimeing
Spared
I've been spared
all the powder
on a trumpet of Gabriel
Don't play that song for me
you won't play that song for me
The riff with the swaddling hair
Those sisters who never broke us
The link missing at the rear
and the halo, halo of locust
Mama danced four feet away
Papa danced four feet away
in the rubbing and fusing
the sealing and pivoting
gotta dance four feet away
Spared
I've been spared
All the handle a body could handle
Spared
I've been spared
All the powder on a Magdalene Mary
Don't play that song for me
you won't play that song for me
Those threads you would never wear
The sobbing that just might choke us
Those tooth fairies wait till they get here
and the halo, halo of locust
I love this season without it's cleft
left hook to the right hook
right cross to the left
I love this season this very night
right cross to the left foot
left hook to the right
Mama danced four feet away
Papa danced four feet away
in the rubbing and fusing
the sealing and pivoting
gotta dance four feet away
08 Tilt (05:13)
He was so strong, he was so bold
when they made him, they broke the mold
if he heads this way, when the moon is slow
Come over and pray...
they'll turn the buffalo
they'll turn the buffalo
There's a need to sleep
in the shag of his stomach
slide around his eye
with your love in tow
if he heads this way
don't you say hello
Get out of the way
they'll turn the buffalo
they'll turn the buffalo
Our town
our town
do love a stampede
Stampede by my old jacket in the park
Someday I'll pick it up
look for the label and whisper
Tilt
ain't got no no no
Tilt
got none at all
Tilt
ain't got no no no
A mother waits
as still as the moon light
Standing in long grass
with her cold cold nose
What she feels so deep
she will never show
Baby don't you weep
they'll turn the buffalo
they'll turn the buffalo
Our town
our town
do love a stampede
Stampede by my old jacket in the park
Someday I'll pick it up
look for the maker and whisper
Tilt
ain't got no no no
Tilt
got none at all
Tilt
ain't got no no no
not at all
09 Rosary (02:41)
I'll string along
I'll string along
oo whaoo whaoo whaoo
Come mornings
my beads on a face
A thread
A thong
oo whaoo whaoo whaoo
We can save it
We can change it
Put it in lines across the room
But we'll never
stop it bristling
and I gotta quit
With a ribbonless hair
With a wire of snare
oo whaoo whaoo whaoo
With all the trembling vein
that you can bare
oo whaoo whaoo whaoo
We can save it
We can change it
Put it in lines across the room
But we'll never
stop it pimpling
and I gotta quit
Scrape a little pattern
to a sty
I kiss holes for the bullets
in case of thigh
in case of thigh
I kiss holes for the bullets
and I gotta quit
and I gotta quit
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