Scope J. - Ute Lemper, Alasdair Malloy, John Giblin

The Russians are going

The Russians are going

Departing like merchants

Dragging the contours

Into the never settling

Snow

Behold not a possum

Nothing to sneeze at A rouble left

Spinning

Rouble keeps

Spinning

Oh where is A sombre

Reverie?

Fingered

But I won’t

Be soiled

I won’t beg

Or lift

My Voice

And I won’t

Be soiled

The sun will never

Rise

But I will see

It Spilling down

The slave ships

Cross the bay

A tear will never

Fall

But I will feel

It Gliding on the

Cheekless

Gliding on the

Cheekless

Please

Cut her to Ribbons again

Long flowing

Ribbons again

I’m wearing

The wire

On the outside

Grows the furside

On the inside

Grows the skinside

So the furside

Is the outside

And the skinside

Is the inside

Oneside likes the

Skinside inside

And the furside

On the outside

Others like the

Skinside outside

And the furside

On the inside

If you turn the

Skinside inside

Thinking you will

Side with that

Side then the

Softside fursides

Inside which

Some argue is The wrong side

If you turn the

Furside outside

As you say it Grows on that side

Then your outsides

Next to skinside

Which becomforts

Not the right side

Where do the

Sewers go?

They gotta go Somewhere

I know they

Can’t empty

Into the

Sea

Gotta go Somewhere

Wherever the

Sewers go That’s where

You’ll find

It Soaring the

Darkness of A life

It is the

Dagger

Not the

Knife

Fingered

But I won’t

Be soiled

I won’t beg

Or lift

My Voice

And I won’t

Be soiled

Early birds

Will not

Resolve

The issue

As runners

Leap to Fly

Tree climbers

Glide to Ground

Night without

A star

Is what a Night is And for me A glass

To bring

The stars

Around

At the

Roadsides

Carts are

Piling up With corpses

And breath

Just keeps on Flowing

Up ahead

In the

Shadow

A bootleg

Is hooking

Please

Cut her to Ribbons again

The Russians

Are going

The Russians

Are going

I’m wearing

The wire

Fire

Without

Smoke

Smoke

Without

Fire.