Scott Walker - Funeral Tango paroles de (lyrics)
[Scott Walker - Funeral Tango paroles de lyrics]
Oh, I can see them
Now clutching a handkerchief
And blowing me a kiss discreetly asking how
How come he died so young or was he very old
Is the body still warm, is it already cold?
All doors are open wide
They grope around inside
My desk, my drawers
My trunk there's nothing left to hide
Some love letters are there
An old photograph
They've laid my poor soul bare and
All they do is laugh
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha - ha, ha, ha!
Oh, I can see them all
So formal and so stiff
Like a sergeant-at-arms at a policeman's ball
And everybody's pushing to be
The first in line
Their hearts upon their sleeves
Like a ten-cent valentine
The old women are there too
Old to give a damn
They even brought along the kids who
Don't know who I am
They're thinking about the price
Of my funeral bouquet
What they're thinking isn't nice
For now they'll have to pay
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha - ha, ha, ha
Oh, I see all of you all of my phony friends
Who can't wait till it ends
Who can't wait till it's through
Oh, I see all of you you've
Been laughing all these years
And now all you have left
Are a few crocodile tears
Ah, you don't even know that
You're entering your hell
As you leave my cemetery
You think you're doing well
With that one who's at your side
You're as proud as you can be
Ah, she's going to make you cry but
Not the way you cried for me
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha - ha, ha, ha
Oh, I can see me now, so cold and so alone
As the flowers slowly die in
My field of little bones
Oh, I can see me now I can see me at the end
Of this voyage that I'm on, without a love
Without a friend
Now all this that I see is not what I deserve
They really have a nerve to
Say these things to me no, girls
Just bread and water and your
Money you must save
Or there'll be nothing left for us when
You're dead and in your grave
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha ha ha ha!
Now clutching a handkerchief
And blowing me a kiss discreetly asking how
How come he died so young or was he very old
Is the body still warm, is it already cold?
All doors are open wide
They grope around inside
My desk, my drawers
My trunk there's nothing left to hide
Some love letters are there
An old photograph
They've laid my poor soul bare and
All they do is laugh
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha - ha, ha, ha!
Oh, I can see them all
So formal and so stiff
Like a sergeant-at-arms at a policeman's ball
And everybody's pushing to be
The first in line
Their hearts upon their sleeves
Like a ten-cent valentine
The old women are there too
Old to give a damn
They even brought along the kids who
Don't know who I am
They're thinking about the price
Of my funeral bouquet
What they're thinking isn't nice
For now they'll have to pay
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha - ha, ha, ha
Oh, I see all of you all of my phony friends
Who can't wait till it ends
Who can't wait till it's through
Oh, I see all of you you've
Been laughing all these years
And now all you have left
Are a few crocodile tears
Ah, you don't even know that
You're entering your hell
As you leave my cemetery
You think you're doing well
With that one who's at your side
You're as proud as you can be
Ah, she's going to make you cry but
Not the way you cried for me
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha - ha, ha, ha
Oh, I can see me now, so cold and so alone
As the flowers slowly die in
My field of little bones
Oh, I can see me now I can see me at the end
Of this voyage that I'm on, without a love
Without a friend
Now all this that I see is not what I deserve
They really have a nerve to
Say these things to me no, girls
Just bread and water and your
Money you must save
Or there'll be nothing left for us when
You're dead and in your grave
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha ha ha ha!