Rosemary
Scott Walker Lyrics
Voices from a photograph
Laughed from your wall
Screamed through your dreams
Wake up Rosemary and wipe your teary eyes
Rise and cross the cold bare floor
And watch the moon through frosted glass
Damn that photograph
I'll have to take it down
She sees a dog straining hard on his leash to get away
She hears the clock and it strikes like a hammer
Pounding the nails one day further in the coffin of her
youth
Evenings with your mother's friends
Pregnant eyes, sagging chins
Swollen fingertips
Pour antique cups of tea
Who are you and where you been?
Suspended in a weightless wind
Watching trains go by
From platforms in the rain
Look at the photograph
Dream back last summer
Dream back the lips
Of that traveling salesman, Mr. Jim
He smelled of miracles
With stained glass whispers
You loved his laughter
You tremble beneath him once again
That's what I want
A new shot at life
But my coat's too thin
My feet won't fly
And I watch the wind and I see another dream blowin' by
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: SCOTT ENGEL
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Rosemary is the third track on Scott Walkers third album Scott 3.
About the track Walker commented: "About a spinster who has had one fleeting love affair - with a travelling salesman, I know a girl like this who can't break away from a domineering mother. Doomed to spend her life like that, I tried to capture some of this atmosphere."
About the track Walker commented: "About a spinster who has had one fleeting love affair - with a travelling salesman, I know a girl like this who can't break away from a domineering mother. Doomed to spend her life like that, I tried to capture some of this atmosphere."
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Eduardo Castillo Cas
Voices from a photograph
Laughed from your wall
Screamed through your dreams
Wake up Rosemary and wipe your teary eyes
Rise and cross the cold bare floor
And watch the moon through frosted glass
Damn that photograph
I'll have to take it down
She hears the boats as they move down the river
She sees a dog straining hard on his leash to get away
She hears the clock and it strikes like a hammer
Pounding the nails one day further in the coffin of her
youth
Evenings with your mother's friends
Pregnant eyes, sagging chins
Swollen fingertips
Pour antique cups of tea
Who are you and where you been?
Suspended in a weightless wind
Watching trains go by
From platforms in the rain
Look at the photograph
Dream back last summer
Dream back the lips
Of that traveling salesman, Mr. Jim
He smelled of miracles
With stained glass whispers
You loved his laughter
You tremble beneath him once again
That's what I want
A new shot at life
But my coat's too thin
My feet won't fly
And I watch the wind and I see another dream blowin' by
Alex Gauthier
Mikael Åkerfeldt from Opeth sent me, what a beautiful voice ! RIP
Fred The Cat
Same here ! Saw Mikael's What's In My Bag, was intrigued, listened to a few songs by Scott and... ordered UMC's small price "5 Classic Albums" box with Scott's first five albums... Listening to it right now... What a great day... :-)
Ermal Xhelilaj
Same here...
oldjack1754
Saw that edition of What's in My Bag. Akerfeldt has outstanding taste -- and the story of what drew him to Scott Walker is quite moving.
Herbdog Tillybones
Same😥
Zack Brumis
Myself included. I feel very ignorant not ever hearing about this guy.
Eduardo Castillo Cas
Voices from a photograph
Laughed from your wall
Screamed through your dreams
Wake up Rosemary and wipe your teary eyes
Rise and cross the cold bare floor
And watch the moon through frosted glass
Damn that photograph
I'll have to take it down
She hears the boats as they move down the river
She sees a dog straining hard on his leash to get away
She hears the clock and it strikes like a hammer
Pounding the nails one day further in the coffin of her
youth
Evenings with your mother's friends
Pregnant eyes, sagging chins
Swollen fingertips
Pour antique cups of tea
Who are you and where you been?
Suspended in a weightless wind
Watching trains go by
From platforms in the rain
Look at the photograph
Dream back last summer
Dream back the lips
Of that traveling salesman, Mr. Jim
He smelled of miracles
With stained glass whispers
You loved his laughter
You tremble beneath him once again
That's what I want
A new shot at life
But my coat's too thin
My feet won't fly
And I watch the wind and I see another dream blowin' by
leadfoot lisa
One of my favourite songs by my favourite male artist. Just heard that he passed away ...R.I.P Scott Walker, thank you for enriching my life with your incredible voice and music.
Paul Griffiths
You took the words from my mouth, I cried this week...such a massive part of my life.
Saint George
The first four track's of Scott 3 It's Raining Today, Copenhagen, Rosemary & Big Louise absolutely flawless.