Whaz' Zat Lyrics - Singles - Shawn Phillips

Lightning slaying shadows 

In the tremors of the night 

While he creeps among the alleys 

Bringing fear before the fright 

She sleeps in tattered trousers 

In the ballroom's decadence 

Moaning gently of her dreaming 

By escorted precedence 

Antiquated babblings 

From a constant stream of thought 

Sensitively wringing out 

The rags that he has caught 

Patting yet her bulging belly 

She so slowly cries a smile 

In anticipated suffering 

Of her slowly growing child 

He is speeding in a vacuum 

Going nowhere, but, of course 

He might believe in discipline 

Of a bloody kind of sort 

Naturally a state of race 

A never changing spate of hate 

While everything in some weird way 

Does manage to relate 

To her it doesn't matter more 

Its chasms have been leapt 

And she leans upon the skepticism 

Of her chosen fate 

Stand tall, you spittle-smattered son of man 

Stand up, you hear them say 

To slap you down and kick your teeth 

And smile across the bay 

Irrelevant eloquent pleading 

Wasn't what she did this year 

She passed it by and told a lie 

And shed a crystal tear 

For him to see, from valley's edge 

From plateaus in the sand 

And yet he has beshit himself 

For being just a man 

A bragging crowing sort of twit 

A cast-off shade of pink 

Who's brought himself and all the rest 

Unto the very brink 

Yet that magic urge 

Continues on and plays continuum 

A song of pleasure and of pain 

Until that will be done