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from Until The End Of The World (이 세상 끝까지) [ost] (1997) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - B-Sides & Rarities (2005) | |||||
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from Barry Adamson - Soul Murder (1992) | |||||
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from Barry Adamson - The Murky World Of Barry Adamson (1999) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - From Her To Eternity (1984)
Who'll build a box for Black Paul?
Ah'm enquirin on behalf of his soul Ah'd be beholdin to ya all For a lil information, just a little indication Just who'll dig the hole? When ya done ransackin' his room grabbin any damn thing that shines, throw the scraps down on the street Like all his books and his notes. All his books and his notes and All the junk that he wrote the whole fucken lot right up in smoke Ain't there nuthin sacred anymore Won't someone will build a box for Black Paul? And their shootin off his guns and their shootin off their mouths saying 'Fuck with us ... and die!' 'Fuck with us ... and die!' (Let's see that rat of fear go scuttle in their skulls) 'Cover that eye! Cover that frozen eye!' Black-puppet, in a heap up against the stoning-wall Black-puppet, go to sleep, ma-ma won't scold ya anymore Armies of ants, wade up the lil red streams they're headin for the mother-pool O lord, it's cruel! O man it's hot! O man it's hot and And some of them ants they just climb to the spot Who threw the first stone at Black Paul? 'Don't ask us', say the critics and the hacks The pen-pushers and the quacks 'We jes cum to git dah facks!' 'We jes cum to git dah facks!' Hey, hey, hey, hey... Here is the hammer, that built the scaffold, and built the box... Here is the shovel, that dug the hole, in this ground of rocks... And here is the pile of stones! and for each one planted, God only knows, a blood-rose grown... These are the true Demon-Flowers! These are the true Demon-Flowers! Stand back everyone! Blood-black everyone! Who'll build a box for Black Paul? Who'll carry it up the hill? 'Not I', said the widow, adjusting her veil 'Ah will not drive the nail Or cart his puppet-body home, For ah done that one hundred times before, Yeah! ah done that one hundred times or more, And why should ah dress his wounds? When he has wounded my dress, nightly, Right across the floor' Who'll build a box for Black Paul? Who'll carry it up the hill? Who'll bury it in the black-soil? And from the woods and the thickets Come the ghosts of his victims 'We love you!' 'Ah love you!' 'and this will not hurt a bit, Outta my eyes was your rise to full glory Spring up from the corp() of life we'll go up, up, up, up, up into Death up, up, up, up, inhale its breath O yes, Death favours those that favor Death' Here is the stone, and this is the inscription it bare: 'Below Lies Black Paul, Under The Upper... But Above and Beyond The Surface-Flat-Fall There.' And all the angels come on down, And all you men and women crowd around And all the old widows weeping into their skirts And all the lil gals and the lil Boys And the scribes with their pens poised All the hullaballoo, all the norse All the hullaballoo, all the noise All the hullaballoo, all of the noise clears his throat of black blood singin Black Paul like a lonely boy... We-e-e-ll, ah have cried one thousand tears Ah've cried a thousand tears, its true And the next stormy night you know, That ah'm still cryin them for you Well, ah had a gal she was so sweet, Red dress, and long red hair hangin down And heaven yes ain't heaven Without that lil girl hangin around Well, ya know ah've beenn a bad-man and Lord knows ah done some good things too But ah confess, my soul will never rest Until you've, until you've build Until you've built a box for my gal, too. my gal, too my gal, too |
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from Barry Adamson - Soul Murder (1992) | |||||
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from Barry Adamson - The Negro Inside Me (1993) | |||||
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3:59 | ||||
from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 13집 - Abattoir Blues/The Lyre of Orpheus (2004) | |||||
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from Barry Adamson - Oedipus Schmoedipus (1996) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Let Love In (1994) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Dig! Lazarus Dig!!! (2008) | |||||
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from Barry Adamson - Moss Side Story (1989) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Kicking Against The Pricks (1986)
(L. Reed)
And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties A hand-me-down dress from who knows where To all tomorrow's parties And where will she go and what shall she do When midnight comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's gown And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties Why silks and plumes of yesterday's gowns To all tomorrow's parties And what shall she do with Thursday's rags When Monday comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown For whom none will go mourning A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown Of rags and silks, a costume Fit for one who sits and cries For all tomorrow's parties |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - No More Shall We Part (2004)
And no more shall we part
It will no longer be necessary And no more will I say, dear heart I am alone and she has left me And no more shall we part The contracts are drawn up, the ring is locked upon the finger And never again will my letters start Sadly, or in the depths of winter And no more shall we part All the hatchets have been buried now And all of birds will sing to your beautiful heart Upon the bough And no more shall we part Your chain of command has been silenced now And all of those birds would've sung to your beautiful heart Anyhow Lord, stay by me Don't go down I will never be free If I'm not free now Lord, stay by me Don't go down I never was free What are you talking about? For no more shall we part And no more shall we part |
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from Visage - The Damned Don`T Cry (2005) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - The Boatman's Call (1997)
I've felt you coming girl, as you drew near
I knew you'd find me, cause I longed you here Are you my desitiny? Is this how you'll appear? Wrapped in a coat with tears in your eyes? Well take that coat babe, and throw it on the floor Are you the one that I've been waiting for? As you've been moving surely toward me My soul has comforted and assured me That in time my heart it will reward me And that all will be revealed So I've sat and I've watched an ice-age thaw Are you the one that I've been waiting for? Out of sorrow entire worlds have been built Out of longing great wonders have been willed They're only little tears, darling, let them spill And lay your head upon my shoulder Outside my window the world has gone to war Are you the one that I've been waiting for? O we will know, won't we? The stars will explode in the sky O but they don't, do they? Stars have their moment and then they die There's a man who spoke wonders though I've never met him He said, "He who seeks finds and who knocks will be let in" I think of you in motion and just how close you are getting And how every little thing anticipates you All down my veins my heart-strings call Are you the one that I've been waiting for? |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - No More Shall We Part (2004)
As I sat sadly by her side
At the window, through the glass She stroked a kitten in her lap And we watched the world as it fell past Softly she spoke these words to me And with brand new eyes, open wide We pressed our faces to the glass As I sat sadly by her side She said, "Father, mother, sister, brother, Uncle, aunt, nephew, niece, Soldier, sailor, physician, labourer, Actor, scientist, mechanic, priest Earth and moon and sun and stars Planets and comets with tails blazing All are there forever falling Falling lovely and amazing" Then she smiled and turned to me And waited for me to reply Her hair was falling down her shoulders As I sat sadly by her side As I sat sadly by her side The kitten she did gently pass Over to me and again we pressed Our different faces to the glass "That may be very well", I said "But watch the one falling in the street See him gesture to his neighbours See him trampled beneath their feet All outward motion connects to nothing For each is concerned with their immediate need Witness the man reaching up from the gutter See the other one stumbling on who can not see" With trembling hand I turned toward her And pushed the hair out of her eyes The kitten jumped back to her lap As I sat sadly by her side Then she drew the curtains down And said, "When will you ever learn That what happens there beyond the glass Is simply none of your concern? God has given you but one heart You are not a home for the hearts of your brothers And God does not care for your benevolence Anymore than he cares for the lack of it in others Nor does he care for you to sit At windows in judgement of the world He created While sorrows pile up around you Ugly, useless and over-inflated" At which she turned her head away Great tears leaping from her eyes I could not wipe the smile from my face As I sat sadly by her side |
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from Barry Adamson - Moss Side Story (1989) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - From Her To Eternity (1984)
(Leonard Cohen)
I stepped into an avalanche It covered up my soul When I am not this hunchback that you see I sleep beneath the golden hill You who wish to conquer pain You must learn to serve me well You strike my side by accident As you go down to your goal This cripple here that you clothe and feed Is neither starved nor cold He does not ask for your company Not at the centre, the centre of the world I who am on a pedestal You did not raise me there Your laws do not compel me now To kneel grotesque and bare For I myself am the pedestal For this ugly hump at which you stare You who wish to conquer pain You must learn what makes me kind The crumbs of love that you offer me Are the crumbs I've left behind Your pain is no credential here It's just a shadow of my wound I have begun to ask for you I who have no greed I have begun to long for you I who have no need You say you've gone away from me But I can feel you when you breathe Do not dress in those rags for me I know you are not poor And do not love me quite so fiercely now When you know that you are not sure It is your turn, my beloved one It is your flesh that I wear |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - From Her To Eternity (1984) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - He Want`S You [single] (2003) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Nocturama (2003) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - B-Sides & Rarities (2005) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 13집 - Abattoir Blues/The Lyre of Orpheus (2004) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - The Abattoir Blues Tour [live] (2007) | |||||
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from Visage - The Damned Don`T Cry (2005)
The siren screams to start the day
You get up early to earn your pay Push the button throw that switch Turbines roar their unholy pitch I listen I can hear Pounding like thunder Pistons push the steel on steel Steam filled air turns the wheel The wheel in turn takes the strain Pounds the beat again and again [Chorus:] Metal on metal The feeling of steel Someone is driving But you've got the wheel The workers sing the same old song Machines in motion they're never wrong You think in time you will be free But a factory man is what you'll be I listen I can hear Pounding like thunder Pistons push the steel on steel Steam filled air turns the wheel The wheel in turn takes the strain Pounds the beat again and again [Chorus] Angry young men look to the west Speak for yourself you'll pass the test Fortune beholds the brave so they say Questions unanswered the risk they might pay I listen I can hear Pounding like thunder [Chorus] Fade |
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from Barry Adamson - The King of Nothing Hill (2002)
Come closer. "Do you like that?"
Right here, beside me. "Beautiful!" I have this incredible need And the need is for you to experience Black amour. Black amour. You want a piece of that action? Well then you call me, Satisfaction Jackson. If I ain't horny, It's because I'm in traction. 'Cause the deeper you go The funkier it gets. Black amour. Black amour. I want you, I need you, I love you. Black amour. I need you, I love you, I want you. Black... hold my freaking hand. I want you, I love you, I need you. Black amour. I need you, I love you, I want you. Black amour. Love you, need you, want you. Black amour. |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Kicking Against The Pricks (1986)
(Leadbelly)
A traditional version is also available. Look-a look-a yonder (3x) Well the sun done gone The captain can't hold her (3x) The way I do now Ada got a gold mine (3x) Way above her knees The shiv (?) is golden (3x) Above her knees Look-a look-a yonder (3x) Well the sun done gone Wohoh, Black Betty, bam-e-lam (2x) Black Betty had a baby, bam-e-lam (2x) Damn thing was crazy, bam-e-lam (2x) Wohoh, Black Betty, bam-e-lam (2x) Oh, Betty Black Betty, bam-e-lam (2x) Black Betty had a baby, bam-e-lam (2x) Damn thing was crazy, bam-e-lam (2x) Black Betty didn't mind, bam-e-lam (2x) Damn thing was blind, bam-e-lam (2x) Wohoh, Black Betty, bam-e-lam (2x) Black Betty, Black Betty, bam-e-lam (2x) Jump steady Black Betty, bam-e-lam (2x) That Monday, I was arrested Tuesday, I locked up in jail Wednesday baby, my trial's tested On Thursday, nobody could blow my bail Yes, I'm almost done (3x) And I ain't gonna yell against no bells On Monday, baby I went a-walking Tuesday, I .... asked to go On Wednesday I sat down a-talking On Thursday she hock all a my clothes Yes, I'm almost done (3x) And I ain't gonna .... no more |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - B-Sides & Rarities (2005)
(Leadbelly)
A traditional version is also available. Look-a look-a yonder (3x) Well the sun done gone The captain can't hold her (3x) The way I do now Ada got a gold mine (3x) Way above her knees The shiv (?) is golden (3x) Above her knees Look-a look-a yonder (3x) Well the sun done gone Wohoh, Black Betty, bam-e-lam (2x) Black Betty had a baby, bam-e-lam (2x) Damn thing was crazy, bam-e-lam (2x) Wohoh, Black Betty, bam-e-lam (2x) Oh, Betty Black Betty, bam-e-lam (2x) Black Betty had a baby, bam-e-lam (2x) Damn thing was crazy, bam-e-lam (2x) Black Betty didn't mind, bam-e-lam (2x) Damn thing was blind, bam-e-lam (2x) Wohoh, Black Betty, bam-e-lam (2x) Black Betty, Black Betty, bam-e-lam (2x) Jump steady Black Betty, bam-e-lam (2x) That Monday, I was arrested Tuesday, I locked up in jail Wednesday baby, my trial's tested On Thursday, nobody could blow my bail Yes, I'm almost done (3x) And I ain't gonna yell against no bells On Monday, baby I went a-walking Tuesday, I .... asked to go On Wednesday I sat down a-talking On Thursday she hock all a my clothes Yes, I'm almost done (3x) And I ain't gonna .... no more |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - The Firstborn Is Dead (1985) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - The Boatman's Call (1997)
Last night my kisses were banked in black hair
And in my bed, my lover, her hair was midnight black And all her mystery dwelled within her black hair And her black hair framed a happy heart-shaped face And heavy-hooded eyes inside her black hair Shined at me frome the depths of her hair of deepest black While my fingers pushed into her straight black hair Pulling her black hair back from her happy heart-shaped face To kiss her milk-white throat, a dark curtain of black hair Smothered me, my lover with her beautiful black hair The smell of it is heavy. It is charged with life On my fingers the smell of her deep black hair Full of all my whispered words, her black hair And wet with tears and good-byes, her hair of deepest black All my tears cried against her milk-white throat Hidden behind the curtain of her beautiful black hair As deep as ink and black, black as the deepest sea The smell of her black hair upon my pillow Where her head and all its black hair did rest Today she took a train to the West Today she took a train to the West Today she took a train to the West |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - B-Sides & Rarities (2005)
Last night my kisses were banked in black hair
And in my bed, my lover, her hair was midnight black And all her mystery dwelled within her black hair And her black hair framed a happy heart-shaped face And heavy-hooded eyes inside her black hair Shined at me frome the depths of her hair of deepest black While my fingers pushed into her straight black hair Pulling her black hair back from her happy heart-shaped face To kiss her milk-white throat, a dark curtain of black hair Smothered me, my lover with her beautiful black hair The smell of it is heavy. It is charged with life On my fingers the smell of her deep black hair Full of all my whispered words, her black hair And wet with tears and good-byes, her hair of deepest black All my tears cried against her milk-white throat Hidden behind the curtain of her beautiful black hair As deep as ink and black, black as the deepest sea The smell of her black hair upon my pillow Where her head and all its black hair did rest Today she took a train to the West Today she took a train to the West Today she took a train to the West |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - B-Sides & Rarities (2005) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - The Firstborn Is Dead (1985) | |||||
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from Visage - Visage (2005)
Reflections, of the river passing by Reflections, of the place between the sky It's too black, casting shadows On the bridges built so close to that aura Walking (to the sign) before my eyes Dreaming (it's too late) to realise Stop! You've gone too far this time You're toying with reality Blocks on blocks are all around Neon lit for silent sound Figures (in a doorway) in the night Dancing (moving shadows) with the light Talking to a stranger On the bridges built so close to that aura Standing, on a runway all alone Listening, to an engine heading home Crying, on the inside Wishing I could get away from that aura Lying, on the runway all alone Listening to an engine heading home Stop! you've gone too far this time You're toying with reality |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - B-Sides & Rarities (2005) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - From Her To Eternity (1984) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 13집 - Abattoir Blues/The Lyre of Orpheus (2004) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - The Abattoir Blues Tour [live] (2007) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Nocturama (2003) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - The Boatman's Call (1997)
Up those stone steps I climb
Hail this joyful day's return Into its great shadowed vault I go Hail the Pentecostal morn The reading is from Luke 24 Where Christ returns to his loved ones I look at the stone apostles Think that it's alright for some And I wish that I was made of stone So that I would not have to see A beauty impossible to define A beauty impossible to believe A beauty impossible to endure The blood imparted in little sips The smell of you still on my hands As I bring the cup up to my lips No God up in the sky No devil beneath the sea Could do the job that you did, baby Of bringing me to my knees Outside I sit on the stone steps With nothing much to do Forlorn and exhausted, baby By the absence of you |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Henry's Dream (1992) | |||||
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from Barry Adamson - The Negro Inside Me (1993) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Kicking Against The Pricks (1986) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - From Her To Eternity (1984)
The Captain's fore-arm like bunched-up rope
with A-N-I-T-A wrigglin' free on a skull'n'dagger and a portrait of Christ, nailed to an anchor etched into his upper... O o o' Cabin Fever! O o o' Cabin Fever! Slams his fucken tin-dish down Our Captain, takes time to crush Some Bloo-Bottles glowin in his gruel with a lump in his throat, and lumpy mush Thumbing a scrapbook stuck up with clag and a morbid lump of Love in his flags. Done is the Missing, now all that remain Is to sail forever, upon the stain Cabin Fever! O o o' Cabin Fever! The captain's free-hand is a cleaver which he fashions his beard, n' he rations his jerkey! and carves his peg outa the finest mahagony! Or was it Ebony? etc... Tallies up his loneliness, notch by notch For the sea offers nuthin to hold or touch Notch by notch, winter by winter Notch x notch, winter x winter Now his leg is whittled, right down to a splinter O o Cabin Fever! O o o Cabin Fever! O the rollin sea still rollin on! She's everywhere! now that she's gone! Gone! Gone! O Cabin Fever! O Cabin Fever! Welcome to his table, Beloved-Unconscious Raisin her host of hair from her crooks and strugglin to summony one of her looks! His arm now like coiled s-s-s-snakes Whips all the bottles that he's drunken, like crystal - skittles about the cabin, of a ship they'd been sailing Five years sunken... etc... |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - From Her To Eternity (1984) | |||||
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from Barry Adamson - As Above So Below (1998)
I see myself but don't see me
Two burning eyes that don't agree While in the shades there's someone Following my every little movement from the score I call a friend who's never there Too tired for love too tired to care while in the shade there's someone Ridiculing every little moment I adore (yeah) I fold and fall down on a knee and ask a God that I can't see If maybe He or She will call on me The days they pass with no relief my head all swollen up with grief Then somethin' awaketh me from sleep I can't get loose to using you but that's what I'm a gonna do Havin' fun in heaven while you're crucified I can't get loose to using you but that's what I'm a gonna do Watching lillie's flower while your hands are tied Did you just hear what I just heard Or have I simply gone beserk Cos in the shades there's someone Laughing at my whimsical intentions to be free Two burning minds that don't agree One praying hoping desperately While in the shade there's someone Wallowing in what I know will never happen now (yeah) I crash and fall down on my knee and beg a God that I can't see If maybe He or She will call on me The days just pass with no relief my head all swollen up with grief Then somethin' awaketh me from sleep I can't get loose to using you but that's what I'm a gonna do Havin' fun in heaven while you're crucified I can't get loose to using you but that's what I'm a gonna do Watching lillie's flower while your hands are tied |
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from Barry Adamson - The Murky World Of Barry Adamson (1999)
I see myself but don't see me
Two burning eyes that don't agree While in the shades there's someone Following my every little movement from the score I call a friend who's never there Too tired for love too tired to care while in the shade there's someone Ridiculing every little moment I adore (yeah) I fold and fall down on a knee and ask a God that I can't see If maybe He or She will call on me The days they pass with no relief my head all swollen up with grief Then somethin' awaketh me from sleep I can't get loose to using you but that's what I'm a gonna do Havin' fun in heaven while you're crucified I can't get loose to using you but that's what I'm a gonna do Watching lillie's flower while your hands are tied Did you just hear what I just heard Or have I simply gone beserk Cos in the shades there's someone Laughing at my whimsical intentions to be free Two burning minds that don't agree One praying hoping desperately While in the shade there's someone Wallowing in what I know will never happen now (yeah) I crash and fall down on my knee and beg a God that I can't see If maybe He or She will call on me The days just pass with no relief my head all swollen up with grief Then somethin' awaketh me from sleep I can't get loose to using you but that's what I'm a gonna do Havin' fun in heaven while you're crucified I can't get loose to using you but that's what I'm a gonna do Watching lillie's flower while your hands are tied |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 13집 - Abattoir Blues/The Lyre of Orpheus (2004) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 13집 - Abattoir Blues/The Lyre of Orpheus (2004) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - The Abattoir Blues Tour [live] (2007) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - B-Sides & Rarities (2005) | |||||
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from Barry Adamson - Moss Side Story (1989) | |||||
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from Barry Adamson - Soul Murder (1992) | |||||
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from Barry Adamson - Moss Side Story (1989) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Henry's Dream (1992)
Christina the Astonishing Lived a long time ago SHe was stricken with a seizure At the age of twenty-two They took her body in a coffin To a tiny church in Liege Where she sprang up from the coffin Just after the Agnus Dei She soared up to the rafters Perched on a beam up there Cried "The stink of human sin Is more that I can bear" Christina the Astonishing Was the most astonishing of all She prayed balanced on a hurdle Or curled up into a ball She fled to remote places Climbed towers and trees and walls To escape the stench of human corruption Into an oven she did crawl O Christina the Astonishing Behaved in a terrifying way She would run wildly through the streets Jump in the Meusse and swim away O Christina the Astonishing Behaved in terrifying manner Died at the age of seventy-four In the convent of St Anna |
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from Barry Adamson - The King of Nothing Hill (2002) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Tender Prey (1988) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - B-Sides & Rarities (2005) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - B-Sides & Rarities (2005) | |||||
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from Barry Adamson - The Negro Inside Me (1993) | |||||
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from Barry Adamson - The King of Nothing Hill (2002) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - B-Sides & Rarities (2005) | |||||
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from Barry Adamson - As Above So Below (1998) | |||||
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from Barry Adamson - Soul Murder (1992) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Murder Ballads (2004)
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Horrors in her head That her tongue dare not name She lives alone by the river The rolling rivers of pain Crow Jane Crow Jane Crow Jane Ah hah huh There is one shining eye on a hard-hat The company closed down the mine Winking on waters they came Twenty hard-hats, twenty eyes In her clapboard shack Only six foot by five They killed all her whiskey And poured their pistols dry Crow Jane Crow Jane Crow Jane Ah hah huh Seems you've remembered How to sleep, how to sleep The house dogs are in your turnips And your yard dogs are running all over the street Crow Jane Crow Jane Crow Jane Ah hah huh "O Mr. Smith and Mr. Wesson Why you close up shop so late?" "Just fitted out a girl who looked like a bird Measured .32, .44, .38 I asked that girl which road she was taking Said she was walking the road of hate But she stopped on a coal-trolley up to New Haven Population: 48" Crow Jane Crow Jane Crow Jane Ah hah huh Your guns are drunk and smoking They've followed you right back to your gate Laughing all the way back from the new town Population, now, 28 Crow Jane Crow Jane Crow Jane Ah hah huh |
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from Visage - The Damned Don`T Cry (2005) | |||||
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from Visage - Visage (2005) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - No More Shall We Part (2004)
As so with that, I thought I'd take a final walk
The tide of public opinion had started to abate The neighbours, bless them, had turned out to be all talk I could see their frightened faces peering at me through the gate I was looking for an end to this, for some kind of closure Time moved so rapidly, I had no hope of keeping track of it I thought of my friends who had died of exposure And I remembered other ones who had died from the lack of it And in my best shoes I started falling forward down the street I stopped at a church and jostled through the crowd And love followed just behind me, panting at my feet As the steeple tore the stomach from a lonely little cloud Inside I sat, seeking the presence of a God I searched through the pictures in a leather-bound book I found a woolly lamb dozing in an issue of blood And a gilled Jesus shivering on a fisherman's hook Babe It seems so long Since you've been gone away And I Just got to say That it grows darker with the day Back on the street I saw a great big smiling sun It was a Good day and an Evil day and all was bright and new And it seemed to me that most destruction was being done By those who could not choose between the two Amateurs, dilettantes, hacks, cowboys, clones The streets groan with little Caesars, Napoleons and cunts With their building blocks and their tiny plastic phones Counting on their fingers, with crumbs down their fronts I passed by your garden, saw you with your flowers The Magnolias, Camellias and Azaleas so sweet And I stood there invisible in the panicking crowds You looked so beautiful in the rising heat I smell smoke, see little fires bursting on the lawns People carry on regardless, listening to their hands Great cracks appear in the pavement, the earth yawns Bored and disgusted, to do us down Babe It seems so long Since you've been gone And I Just got to say That it grows darker with the day These streets are frozen now. I come and go Full of a longing for something I do not know My father sits slumped in the deepening snow As I search, in and out, above, about, below Babe It seems so long Since you went away And I Just got to Say That it grows darker with the day |
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from The Passion Of The Christ (패션 오브 크라이스트) [ost] (2004)
As so with that, I thought I'd take a final walk
The tide of public opinion had started to abate The neighbours, bless them, had turned out to be all talk I could see their frightened faces peering at me through the gate I was looking for an end to this, for some kind of closure Time moved so rapidly, I had no hope of keeping track of it I thought of my friends who had died of exposure And I remembered other ones who had died from the lack of it And in my best shoes I started falling forward down the street I stopped at a church and jostled through the crowd And love followed just behind me, panting at my feet As the steeple tore the stomach from a lonely little cloud Inside I sat, seeking the presence of a God I searched through the pictures in a leather-bound book I found a woolly lamb dozing in an issue of blood And a gilled Jesus shivering on a fisherman's hook Babe It seems so long Since you've been gone away And I Just got to say That it grows darker with the day Back on the street I saw a great big smiling sun It was a Good day and an Evil day and all was bright and new And it seemed to me that most destruction was being done By those who could not choose between the two Amateurs, dilettantes, hacks, cowboys, clones The streets groan with little Caesars, Napoleons and cunts With their building blocks and their tiny plastic phones Counting on their fingers, with crumbs down their fronts I passed by your garden, saw you with your flowers The Magnolias, Camellias and Azaleas so sweet And I stood there invisible in the panicking crowds You looked so beautiful in the rising heat I smell smoke, see little fires bursting on the lawns People carry on regardless, listening to their hands Great cracks appear in the pavement, the earth yawns Bored and disgusted, to do us down Babe It seems so long Since you've been gone And I Just got to say That it grows darker with the day These streets are frozen now. I come and go Full of a longing for something I do not know My father sits slumped in the deepening snow As I search, in and out, above, about, below Babe It seems so long Since you went away And I Just got to Say That it grows darker with the day |
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from Barry Adamson - The Negro Inside Me (1993) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Nocturama (2003) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Tender Prey (1988)
O DEANNA
O Deanna! O DEANNA Sweet Deanna! O DEANNA You know you are my friend, yeah O DEANNA And I ain't down here for your money I ain't down here for your love I ain't down here for your love or money I'm down here for your soul No carpet on the floor And the winding cloth holds many moths Around your Ku Klux furniture I cum of death-head in your frock We discuss the murder plan We discuss murder and the murder act Murder takes the wheel of your Cadillac And death climbs in the back O DEANNA This is a car O DEANNA This is a gun O DEANNA And this a day number one O DEANNA Our little crimeworn histories Black and smoking christmas trees And honey, it ain't mystery Why you're a mystery to me We will eat out of their pantries And their parlours Ashy leaving in their beds And we'll unload into their heads On this mean season This little angel that I squeezin' She ain't been mean to me O DEANNA O Deanna! O DEANNA You are my friend and my partner O DEANNA On this house on the hill O DEANNA And I ain't down here for your money I ain't down here for your love I ain't down here for your love or money I'm down here for your soul O DEANNA I am a-knocking O DEANNA With my toolbox and my stocking O DEANNA And I'll meet you on the corner O DEANNA Yes, you point it like a finger O DEANNA And squeeze its little thing O DEANNA Feel its kick, hear its bang And let no worry about its issue Don't worry about where its been and don't worry about where it hits Cause it just ain't yours to sin O DEANNA No it just ain't your to sin O DEANNA Sweet Deanna O DEANNA And we ain't getting any younger O DEANNA And I don't intend gettin' any older O DEANNA The sun a hump at my shoulder O DEANNA O Deanna! O DEANNA Sweet Deanna O DEANNA And I ain't down here for your money I ain't down here for your love I ain't down here for your love of money I'm down here for your soul |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - B-Sides & Rarities (2005)
O DEANNA
O Deanna! O DEANNA Sweet Deanna! O DEANNA You know you are my friend, yeah O DEANNA And I ain't down here for your money I ain't down here for your love I ain't down here for your love or money I'm down here for your soul No carpet on the floor And the winding cloth holds many moths Around your Ku Klux furniture I cum of death-head in your frock We discuss the murder plan We discuss murder and the murder act Murder takes the wheel of your Cadillac And death climbs in the back O DEANNA This is a car O DEANNA This is a gun O DEANNA And this a day number one O DEANNA Our little crimeworn histories Black and smoking christmas trees And honey, it ain't mystery Why you're a mystery to me We will eat out of their pantries And their parlours Ashy leaving in their beds And we'll unload into their heads On this mean season This little angel that I squeezin' She ain't been mean to me O DEANNA O Deanna! O DEANNA You are my friend and my partner O DEANNA On this house on the hill O DEANNA And I ain't down here for your money I ain't down here for your love I ain't down here for your love or money I'm down here for your soul O DEANNA I am a-knocking O DEANNA With my toolbox and my stocking O DEANNA And I'll meet you on the corner O DEANNA Yes, you point it like a finger O DEANNA And squeeze its little thing O DEANNA Feel its kick, hear its bang And let no worry about its issue Don't worry about where its been and don't worry about where it hits Cause it just ain't yours to sin O DEANNA No it just ain't your to sin O DEANNA Sweet Deanna O DEANNA And we ain't getting any younger O DEANNA And I don't intend gettin' any older O DEANNA The sun a hump at my shoulder O DEANNA O Deanna! O DEANNA Sweet Deanna O DEANNA And I ain't down here for your money I ain't down here for your love I ain't down here for your love of money I'm down here for your soul |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - The Abattoir Blues Tour [live] (2007)
O DEANNA
O Deanna! O DEANNA Sweet Deanna! O DEANNA You know you are my friend, yeah O DEANNA And I ain't down here for your money I ain't down here for your love I ain't down here for your love or money I'm down here for your soul No carpet on the floor And the winding cloth holds many moths Around your Ku Klux furniture I cum of death-head in your frock We discuss the murder plan We discuss murder and the murder act Murder takes the wheel of your Cadillac And death climbs in the back O DEANNA This is a car O DEANNA This is a gun O DEANNA And this a day number one O DEANNA Our little crimeworn histories Black and smoking christmas trees And honey, it ain't mystery Why you're a mystery to me We will eat out of their pantries And their parlours Ashy leaving in their beds And we'll unload into their heads On this mean season This little angel that I squeezin' She ain't been mean to me O DEANNA O Deanna! O DEANNA You are my friend and my partner O DEANNA On this house on the hill O DEANNA And I ain't down here for your money I ain't down here for your love I ain't down here for your love or money I'm down here for your soul O DEANNA I am a-knocking O DEANNA With my toolbox and my stocking O DEANNA And I'll meet you on the corner O DEANNA Yes, you point it like a finger O DEANNA And squeeze its little thing O DEANNA Feel its kick, hear its bang And let no worry about its issue Don't worry about where its been and don't worry about where it hits Cause it just ain't yours to sin O DEANNA No it just ain't your to sin O DEANNA Sweet Deanna O DEANNA And we ain't getting any younger O DEANNA And I don't intend gettin' any older O DEANNA The sun a hump at my shoulder O DEANNA O Deanna! O DEANNA Sweet Deanna O DEANNA And I ain't down here for your money I ain't down here for your love I ain't down here for your love of money I'm down here for your soul |
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from 휴머니스트 (Humanist) by 이무영, 어어부 프로젝트 [ost] (2001) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Murder Ballads (2004)
When you're sad and when you're lonely
And you haven't got a friend Just remember that death is not the end And all that you held sacred Falls down and does not mend Just remember that death is not the end Not the end, not the end Just remember that death is not the end When you're standing on the crossroads That you cannot comprehend Just remember that death is not the end And all your dreams have vanished And you don't know what's up the bend Just remember that death is not the end Not the end, not the end Just remember that death is not the end When the storm clouds gather round you And heavy rains descend Just remember that death is not the end And there's no-one there to comfort you With a helping hand to lend Just remember that death is not the end Not the end, not the end Just remember that death is not the end For the tree of life is growing Where the spirit never dies And the bright light of salvation Up in dark and empty skies When the cities are on fire With the burning flesh of men Just remember that death is not the end When you search in vain to find Some law-abiding citizen Just remember that death is not the end Not the end, not the end Just remember that death is not the end Not the end, not the end Just remember that death is not the end |
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from Barry Adamson - As Above So Below (1998) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Dig! Lazarus Dig!!! (2008) | |||||
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from Barry Adamson - Oedipus Schmoedipus (1996) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Let Love In (1994)
I found her on a night of fire and noise
Wild bells rang in a wild sky I knew from that moment on I'll love her till the day that I died And I kissed away a thousand tears My lady of the Various Sorrows Some begged, some borowed, some stolen Some kept safe for tomorrow On and endless night, silver star spangled The bells from the chapel went jingle-jangle Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Like I love you? She was given to me to put things right And I stacked all my accomplishments beside her Still I seemed so obselete and small I found God and all His devils inside her In my bed she cast the blizzard out A mock sun blazed upon her head So completely filled with light she was Her shadow fanged and hairy and mad Our love-lines grew hopelessly tangled And the bells from the chapel went jingle-jangle Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Like I love you? She had a heartful of love and devotion She had a mindful of tyranny and terror Well, I try, I do, I really try But I just err, baby, I do, I error So come find me, my darling one I'm down to the grounds, the very dregs Ah, here she comes, blocking the sun Blood running down the inside of her legs The moon in the sky is battered and mangled bAnd the bells from the chapel go jingle-jangle Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Like I love you? All things move toward their end I knew before I met her that I would lose her I swear I made every effort to be good to her I made every effort not to abuse her Crazy bracelets on her wrists and her ankles And the bells from the chapel go jingle-jangle Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Like I love you? |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - From Her To Eternity (1984) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Let Love In (1994)
I found her on a night of fire and noise
Wild bells rang in a wild sky I knew from that moment on I'll love her till the day that I died And I kissed away a thousand tears My lady of the Various Sorrows Some begged, some borowed, some stolen Some kept safe for tomorrow On and endless night, silver star spangled The bells from the chapel went jingle-jangle Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Like I love you? She was given to me to put things right And I stacked all my accomplishments beside her Still I seemed so obselete and small I found God and all His devils inside her In my bed she cast the blizzard out A mock sun blazed upon her head So completely filled with light she was Her shadow fanged and hairy and mad Our love-lines grew hopelessly tangled And the bells from the chapel went jingle-jangle Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Like I love you? She had a heartful of love and devotion She had a mindful of tyranny and terror Well, I try, I do, I really try But I just err, baby, I do, I error So come find me, my darling one I'm down to the grounds, the very dregs Ah, here she comes, blocking the sun Blood running down the inside of her legs The moon in the sky is battered and mangled bAnd the bells from the chapel go jingle-jangle Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Like I love you? All things move toward their end I knew before I met her that I would lose her I swear I made every effort to be good to her I made every effort not to abuse her Crazy bracelets on her wrists and her ankles And the bells from the chapel go jingle-jangle Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Like I love you? |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Your Funeral...My Trial (1986) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 13집 - Abattoir Blues/The Lyre of Orpheus (2004) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - The Abattoir Blues Tour [live] (2007) | |||||
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from Barry Adamson - Soul Murder (1992) | |||||
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from Barry Adamson - Moss Side Story (1989) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - He Want`S You [single] (2003) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - B-Sides & Rarities (2005) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 13집 - Abattoir Blues/The Lyre of Orpheus (2004) | |||||
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from Visage - Visage (2005)
One man on a lonely platform One case sitting by his side Two eyes sitting cold and silent Shows fear as he turns to hide (Ah, ah, we fade to grey) (Ah, ah, we fade to grey) (Ah, ah, we fade to grey) (Ah, ah, we fade to grey) Feel the rain like an English summer Hear the notes from a distant song Looking out from a backdrop poster Wishing life wouldn't be so dull (Ah, ah, we fade to grey) (Ah, ah, we fade to grey) (Ah, ah, we fade to grey) (Ah, ah, we fade to grey) |
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from Visage - The Damned Don`T Cry (2005)
Devenions gris Devenions gris One man on a lonely platform One case sitting by his side Two eyes staring cold and silent Show fear as he turns to hide Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey) Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey) Un homme dans une gare isolee Une valise a ses cotes Des yeux fixes et froids Montre de la peur lorsqu'il Se tourne pour se cacher Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey) Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey) Sent la pluie comme un ete Anglais Entends les notes d'une chanson lointaine Sortant de derriere d'un poster Esperant que la vie ne fut aussi longue Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey) Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey) Feel the rain like an English summer Hear the notes from a distant song Stepping out from a back shop poster Wishing life wouldn't be so long Devenir gris Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey) Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey) Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey) Devenir gris Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey) Devenir gris Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey) Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey) Devenir gris Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey) Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey) |
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from Blank & Jones - Chilltronica No. 5 (2015) | |||||
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - The Boatman's Call (1997)
For you dear, I was born
For you I was raised up For you I've lived and for you I will die For you I am dying now You were my mad little lover In a world where everybody fucks everybody else over You who are so far from me Far from me So far from me Way across some cold neurotic sea Far from me I would talk to you of all matter of things With a smile you would reply Then the sun would leave your pretty face And you'd retreat from the front of your eyes I keep hearing that you're doing best I hope your heart beats happy in your infant breast You are so far from me Far from me Far from me There is no knowledge but i know it There's nothing to learn from that vacant voice That sails to me across the line From the ridiculous to the sublime It's good to hear you're doing so well But really can't you find somebody else that you can ring and tell Did you ever Care for me? Were you ever There for me? So far from me You told me you'd stick by me Through the thick and through the thin Those were your very words My fair-weather friend You were my brave-hearted lover At the first taste of trouble went running back to mother So far from me Far from me Suspended in your bleak and fishless sea Far from me Far from me |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - No More Shall We Part (2004)
Where is Mona?
She's long gone Where is Mary? She's taken her along But they haven't put their mittens on And there's fifteen feet of pure white snow? Where is Michael? Where is Mark? Where is Mathew Now it's getting dark? Where is John? They are all out back Under fifteen feet of pure white snow Would you please put down that telephone We're under fifteen feet of pure white snow I waved to my neighbour My neighbour waved to me But my neighbour Is my enemy I kept waving my arms Till I could not see Under fifteen feet of pure white snow Is anybody Out there please? It's too quiet in here And l'm beginning to freeze I've got icicles hanging From my knees Under fifteen feet of pure white snow Is there anybody here who feels this low? Under fifteen feet of pure white snow Raise your hands up to the sky Raise your hands up to the sky Raise your hands up to the sky Is it any wonder? Oh my Lord Oh my Lord Oh my Lord Oh my Lord Doctor, Doctor l'm going mad This is the worst day I've ever had I can't remember Ever feallng this bad Under fifteen feet of pure white snow Where's my nurse I need some heallng I've been paralysed By a lack of feeling I can't even find Anything worth steallng Under fifteen feet of pure white snow ls there anyone else here who doesn't know? We're under fifteen feet of pure white snow Raise your hands up to the sky Raise your hands up to the sky Raise your hands up to the sky Is it any wonder? Oh my Lord Oh my Lord Oh my Lord Oh my Lord Save Yourself! Help Yourself! Save Yourself! Help Yourself! Save Yourself! Help Yourself! Save Yourself! Help Yourself! |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - The Good Son (2004) | |||||
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from Barry Adamson - Moss Side Story (1989) | |||||
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from A Secret History (2003) | |||||
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from Visage - The Damned Don`T Cry (2005) |