| Song | Rawhide |
| Artist | Scott Walker |
| Album | Five Easy Pieces |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| This is how you disappear | |
| out between midnight, | |
| called up under valleys | |
| of torches and stars. | |
| Foot, knee, shaggy belly, face | |
| famous hindlegs, | |
| as one of their own | |
| you graze with them. | |
| Cro-magnon herders | |
| will stand in the wind, | |
| sweeping tails shining, | |
| and scaled to begin, | |
| SHUTTING DOWN HERE | |
| SHUTTING DOWN HERE – | |
| – to where necks | |
| leave the air | |
| unpossesed | |
| and giant heads lock | |
| constellations. | |
| A last grain of dust | |
| lands in the darkness | |
| on tongues laid bare, | |
| and turning to chalk. | |
| Shutting down here. | |
| Freezing in red, | |
| bent over his ice skin, | |
| The insomniac gnaws | |
| in the On-Offs; | |
| he is glazed | |
| in the hooves | |
| all round. | |
| It is losing its shape. | |
| Losing its shape, | |
| as the heat | |
| in your hands | |
| carve the muscle | |
| away. | |
| And he grins | |
| from a break | |
| in a backflash. | |
| Delivers it up | |
| on a break | |
| in a backflash. | |
| Motionless brands | |
| burn into a hipframe | |
| As a saviour | |
| loads sightlines | |
| backlit by fires, | |
| on the ridges | |
| of the highest | |
| breeder |
| This is how you disappear | |
| out between midnight, | |
| called up under valleys | |
| of torches and stars. | |
| Foot, knee, shaggy belly, face | |
| famous hindlegs, | |
| as one of their own | |
| you graze with them. | |
| Cromagnon herders | |
| will stand in the wind, | |
| sweeping tails shining, | |
| and scaled to begin, | |
| SHUTTING DOWN HERE | |
| SHUTTING DOWN HERE | |
| to where necks | |
| leave the air | |
| unpossesed | |
| and giant heads lock | |
| constellations. | |
| A last grain of dust | |
| lands in the darkness | |
| on tongues laid bare, | |
| and turning to chalk. | |
| Shutting down here. | |
| Freezing in red, | |
| bent over his ice skin, | |
| The insomniac gnaws | |
| in the OnOffs | |
| he is glazed | |
| in the hooves | |
| all round. | |
| It is losing its shape. | |
| Losing its shape, | |
| as the heat | |
| in your hands | |
| carve the muscle | |
| away. | |
| And he grins | |
| from a break | |
| in a backflash. | |
| Delivers it up | |
| on a break | |
| in a backflash. | |
| Motionless brands | |
| burn into a hipframe | |
| As a saviour | |
| loads sightlines | |
| backlit by fires, | |
| on the ridges | |
| of the highest | |
| breeder |
| This is how you disappear | |
| out between midnight, | |
| called up under valleys | |
| of torches and stars. | |
| Foot, knee, shaggy belly, face | |
| famous hindlegs, | |
| as one of their own | |
| you graze with them. | |
| Cromagnon herders | |
| will stand in the wind, | |
| sweeping tails shining, | |
| and scaled to begin, | |
| SHUTTING DOWN HERE | |
| SHUTTING DOWN HERE | |
| to where necks | |
| leave the air | |
| unpossesed | |
| and giant heads lock | |
| constellations. | |
| A last grain of dust | |
| lands in the darkness | |
| on tongues laid bare, | |
| and turning to chalk. | |
| Shutting down here. | |
| Freezing in red, | |
| bent over his ice skin, | |
| The insomniac gnaws | |
| in the OnOffs | |
| he is glazed | |
| in the hooves | |
| all round. | |
| It is losing its shape. | |
| Losing its shape, | |
| as the heat | |
| in your hands | |
| carve the muscle | |
| away. | |
| And he grins | |
| from a break | |
| in a backflash. | |
| Delivers it up | |
| on a break | |
| in a backflash. | |
| Motionless brands | |
| burn into a hipframe | |
| As a saviour | |
| loads sightlines | |
| backlit by fires, | |
| on the ridges | |
| of the highest | |
| breeder |