Herod 2014 - Scott Walker, Sunn O)))

She’s hidden her babies away

Their soft, gummy smiles

Won’t be gilding the menu

The deer fly, the sand fly

The tsetse can’t find them

The goon from the Stasi

Is left far behind them

Their delicate derma

Won’t witness a ray

She’s hidden her babies away

She’s hidden her babies away

No 'Raindrops on roses.'

'Whiskers on kittens.'

They refuse to be blinded

By Rubens or Poussin

They’ll hardly be boarding

The 12:10 to Tucson

Is she shaking them hard

In dry run cabaret?

She’s hidden her babies away

Ho, ho, watenay

Ho, ho, watenay

Ho, ho, watenay

I’m closing in, I’m closing in

She’s hidden her babies away

And why bring them out

With no shelter on offer?

The nurseries and creches

Are heavily with lush lice

Bubonic, blue blankets

Run ragged with church mice

The Havana has died

In the clam-shell ashtray

She’s hidden her babies away

She’s hidden her babies away

From posed, high pelvic bridges

Pearly bone mountain ridges

No hiccupy silence

To finger their traces

No colicky moon

Shines bright pain on their faces

She has slipped through the dark

Like a mother moray

She’s hidden her babies away

Ho, ho, watenay

Ho, ho, watenay

Ho, ho, watenay

I’m closing in, I’m closing in

I’ve come searching from far and away

A reaching, long armed vet ape

Feeling hard for a breech birth

I gaze up at the night

At the asterisk’s blazing

Til they straighten and like

Tiny spines, fall to earth

I bite down on this

As I dance and I pray

She’s hidden her babies away