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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 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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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)
Ah wanna tell ya 'bout a girl
You know, she lives in room 29 Why... Why... that's the one right up top a mine Ah start to cry, Ah start to cry O Ah hear her walkin' Walkin' barefoot cross the floor-boards All thru this lonesome night Ah hear her crying too. Hot-tears come splashin on down Leaking thru the cracks, Down upon my face, Ah catch'em in my mouth! Ah catch'em in my mouth! Ah catch'em in my mouth! Walk'n'cry Walk'n'cry-y!!! From her to eternity! From her to eternity! From her to eternity! Ah read her diary on her sheets Scrutinizin' every lil bit of dirt Tore out a page'n'stufft it inside my shirt Fled outa the window, And shinning it down the vine Outa her night-mare, and back into mine Mine! O Mine! From her to eternity! From her to eternity! From her to eternity! Cry! Cry! CRY! She's wearing them bloo-stockens, ah bet! and standin' like this with my ear to the ceiling Listen, Ah know it must sound absurd but Ah can hear the most melancholy sound Ah ever heard! Walk'n'cry! Kneel'n'cry-y! From her to eternity! From her to eternity! O tell me why? O tell me why? Oh Why? Why? Why? O tell me why and don't tell me a lie! Why the ceiling still shakes? Shakes! Shakes! Shakes! Why the fixtures turn to serpents and snakes? This desire to possess her is a wound and its naggin at me like a shrew but, Ah know, that to possess her Is, therefore, not to desire her. O o o then ya know, that lil girl would just have to go! Go! Go-o-o! From her to eternity! From her to eternity! [Repeat] |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - From Her To Eternity (1984)
Ah wanna tell ya 'bout a girl
You know, she lives in room 29 Why... Why... that's the one right up top a mine Ah start to cry, Ah start to cry O Ah hear her walkin' Walkin' barefoot cross the floor-boards All thru this lonesome night Ah hear her crying too. Hot-tears come splashin on down Leaking thru the cracks, Down upon my face, Ah catch'em in my mouth! Ah catch'em in my mouth! Ah catch'em in my mouth! Walk'n'cry Walk'n'cry-y!!! From her to eternity! From her to eternity! From her to eternity! Ah read her diary on her sheets Scrutinizin' every lil bit of dirt Tore out a page'n'stufft it inside my shirt Fled outa the window, And shinning it down the vine Outa her night-mare, and back into mine Mine! O Mine! From her to eternity! From her to eternity! From her to eternity! Cry! Cry! CRY! She's wearing them bloo-stockens, ah bet! and standin' like this with my ear to the ceiling Listen, Ah know it must sound absurd but Ah can hear the most melancholy sound Ah ever heard! Walk'n'cry! Kneel'n'cry-y! From her to eternity! From her to eternity! O tell me why? O tell me why? Oh Why? Why? Why? O tell me why and don't tell me a lie! Why the ceiling still shakes? Shakes! Shakes! Shakes! Why the fixtures turn to serpents and snakes? This desire to possess her is a wound and its naggin at me like a shrew but, Ah know, that to possess her Is, therefore, not to desire her. O o o then ya know, that lil girl would just have to go! Go! Go-o-o! From her to eternity! From her to eternity! [Repeat] |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - From Her To Eternity (1984)
(M. Davies)
As the snow flies On a cold and grey Chicago morn A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto And his mama cries Cause there's one thing that she don't need Is another little hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto Oh people don't you understand This child needs a helping hand He's gonna grow to be an angry young man some day Take a look at you and me Are we that blind to see? Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way? And the world turns And the hungry little boy with the runny nose Plays in the streets as the cold wind blows in the ghetto And his hunger burns So he starts to roam the streets at night And he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight in the ghetto Then one night in desperation The young man breaks away He buys a gun and steals a car He tries to run but he don't get far And his mama cries A crowd gathers round an angry young man Face down in the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto Oh people don't you understand This child needs a helping hand He's gonna grow to be an angry young man some day Take a look at you and me Are we that blind to see? Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way? And as her young man dies On a cold and grey Chicago morn Another little baby child is born in the ghetto |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - From Her To Eternity (1984)
Born of the river,
Born of its ever-changing, never-changing murky water Oh riverboat just rollin' along through the great great greasy city Huck standing like a Saint, upon its deck If ya wanna catch a Saint, then bait ya hook, let's take a walk... 'O come to me!, O come to me!' is what the dirty city say to Huck... HUCK woah-woah, woah woah! woah-woah, woah woah! Saint Huck! Huck! Straight in the arms of the city goes Huck, down the beckonin' streets of op-po-tunity whistling his favorite river-song... And a bad-blind nigger at the piano Buts a sinister blooo lilt into that sing-a-long Huck senses somthing's wrong! Sirens wail in the city, and lil-Ulysses turn to putty and Ol Man River's got a bone to pick! and our boy's hardly got a bone to suck! He go, woah-woah, woah woah! woah-woah, woah woah! Saint Huck! Huck! The mo-o-o-on, its huge cycloptic eye watches the city streets contract twist and cripple and crack. Saint Huck goes on a dog's-leg now Saint Huck goes on a dog's-leg now You know the story! Ya wake up one morning and you find you're a thug blowing smoke rings in some dive Ya fingers hot and itchin, ya cracking ya knuckles Ya bull neck bristling... Still Huck he ventures on whistling, and Death reckons Huckleberry's time is up, O woah woah woah! Saint Huck! O woah woah woah! Saint Huck! Huck! Yonder go Huck, minus pocket-watch an' wallet gone Skin shrink-wraps his skeleton No wonder he gets thinner, what with his cold'n'skinny dinners! Saint Huck-a-Saint Elvis, Saint Huck-a-Saint Elvis O you recall the song ya used to sing-a-long Shifting the river-trade on that ol' steamer Life is but a dream! But ya traded in the Mighty ol' man River for the Dirty ol' Man Latrine! The brothel shift The hustle'n'the bustle and the green-backs rustle And all the sexy-cash And the randy-cars And the two dollar fucks O o o ya outa luck, ya outa luck Woah-woah-woah-woah Saint Huck! Huck! This is the track of deception leads to the heart of despair Huck whistles like he just don't care but in the pocket of the jacket is a chamber Lead pellets sleeps in there Wake Up! Now Huck whistles and he kneels and he lays down there See ya huck, good luck A smoke ring hovers above his head And the rats and the dogs and the men all come and put a bullet through his eye and the drip and the drip and the drip of the Mississippi cryin' And Saint Huck hears his own Mississippi just rollin' by him Woah-woah-woah-woah Woah-woah-woah-woah Saint Huck! Saint Huck! Saint Huck! Woah-woah-woah-woah Woah-woah-woah-woah Saint Huck! Saint Huck! Saint Huck! Woah-woah-woah-woah |
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The moon is in the gutter
And the stars wash down the sink I am the king of the blues I scape the clay off my shoes And wade down the gutter and the moon The moon blinds my eye with opal cataracts As I cut through the saw-mills and the stacks, Leaping over the gully where I would one day take Lucy Then wash up my hands in the gutter and the moon. Such a long way from home, just me and The moon is in the gutter All my plans are flushed down the drain I wander lonely as a cloud Over memories at her mound Then lie down in the bitter gutter moon. |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - From Her To Eternity (1984)
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she loves me not She loves me, she loves me not We-e-ll, ah've spent seven days and seven nights tryin to get sunk in this brine Don't turn on ya water-works 'cause ah got me a pair of water-wings, right?! Insects suicide against the window, and my heart goes out to those lil flies There's a buzzin in my ear but it's more of her black-mail, ham shakespeare + lies Wings off Flies, She loves me, she loves me not. O o o o oh she loves me not!! Lord, Ah've discovered the recipe of Heaven ya git solitude and ya mix with sanctuary and silence, then bake it! Listen, I plead guilty to misanthropy so hang me! Ah'd appreciate it!! Witness her gate-crash my tiny hell with some obscene tte--tte, If ya wanna talk to me about Love'n'Pain consult my ulcer, it'd be happy to co-operate Wings off Flies, she loves me, loves me not Uh hey, Joe! Another outa do the job. Time to drown our lil fire, ya can keep the ashes, Now bye bye, bye, bye, see ya in a pigs eye! Ah will be one, in need of no-one In this, my deepest dive... Fill'er up, Joe... Hey! Ah am obliged! Ah am olbiged! Wings off Flies, She loves me, she loves me not Wings off Flies etc... ad infinitum Welcome the solitary flyer ya see it land on the rim of my glass it's going around and around and around look I just don't have the heart to hurt a fly I grabbed it in my paw snatched it up and then I held it to my ear could hear it scream could hear it scream and scream and scream till it screamed not... Hey Joe, ya know anything about this scream? |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - The Firstborn Is Dead (1985)
Looka yonder! Looka yonder!
Looka yonder! A big black cloud come! A big black cloud come! O comes to Tupelo. Comes to Tupelo Yonder on the horizon Yonder on the horizon Stopped at the mighty river Stopped at the mighty river and Sucked the damn thing dry Tupelo-o-o, O Tupelo In a valley hides a town called Tupelo Distant thunder rumble. Distant thunder rumble Rumble hungry like the Beast The Beast it cometh, cometh down The Beast it cometh, cometh down Wo wo wo-o-o Tupelo bound. Tupelo-o-o. Yeah Tupelo The Beast it cometh, Tupelo bound Why the hen won't lay no egg Can't get that cock to crow The nag is spooked and crazy O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo! Ya can say these streets are rivers Ya can call these rivers streets Ya can tell ya self ya dreaming buddy But no sleep runs this deep No! No sleep runs this deep No sleep runs this deep Women at their windows Rain crashing on the pane Writing in the frost Tupelos' shame. Tupelo's shame O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo! O go to sleep lil children The sandmans on his way O go to sleep lil children The sandmans in his way But the lil children know They listen to the beating of their blood listen to the beating of their blood listen to the beating of their blood listen to the beating of their blood They listen to the beating of their blood The sandman's mud! The sandman's mud! And the black rain come down the black rain come down the black rain come down Water water everywhere Where no bird can fly no fish can swim Where no bird can fly no fish can swim No fish can swim Until The King is born! Until The King is born! In Tupelo! Tupelo-o-o! Til The King is born in Tupelo! In a clap-board shack with a roof of tin Where the rain came down and leaked within A young mother frozen on a concrete floor With a bottle and a box and a cradle of straw Tupelo-o-o! O Tupelo! With a bottle and a box and a cradle of straw Well Saturday gives what Sunday steals And a child is born on his brothers heels Come Sunday morn the first-born dead In a shoebox tied with a ribbon of red Tupelo-o-o! Hey Tupelo! In a shoebox buried with a ribbon of red O ma-ma rock you lil' one slow O ma-ma rock your baby O ma-ma rock your lil' one slow O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo! Mama rock your lil' one slow The lil one will walk on Tupelo The lil one will walk on Tupelo Black rain come down, Black rain come down Tupelo-o-o! Yeah Tupelo! And carry the burden of Tupelo Tupelo-o-o! O Tupelo! Yeah! The King will walk on Tupelo! Tupelo-o-o! O Tupelo! He carried the burden outa Tupelo! Tupelo-o-o! Hey Tupelo! [Repeat] You will reap just what you sow |
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Looka yonder! Looka yonder!
Looka yonder! A big black cloud come! A big black cloud come! O comes to Tupelo. Comes to Tupelo Yonder on the horizon Yonder on the horizon Stopped at the mighty river Stopped at the mighty river and Sucked the damn thing dry Tupelo-o-o, O Tupelo In a valley hides a town called Tupelo Distant thunder rumble. Distant thunder rumble Rumble hungry like the Beast The Beast it cometh, cometh down The Beast it cometh, cometh down Wo wo wo-o-o Tupelo bound. Tupelo-o-o. Yeah Tupelo The Beast it cometh, Tupelo bound Why the hen won't lay no egg Can't get that cock to crow The nag is spooked and crazy O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo! Ya can say these streets are rivers Ya can call these rivers streets Ya can tell ya self ya dreaming buddy But no sleep runs this deep No! No sleep runs this deep No sleep runs this deep Women at their windows Rain crashing on the pane Writing in the frost Tupelos' shame. Tupelo's shame O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo! O go to sleep lil children The sandmans on his way O go to sleep lil children The sandmans in his way But the lil children know They listen to the beating of their blood listen to the beating of their blood listen to the beating of their blood listen to the beating of their blood They listen to the beating of their blood The sandman's mud! The sandman's mud! And the black rain come down the black rain come down the black rain come down Water water everywhere Where no bird can fly no fish can swim Where no bird can fly no fish can swim No fish can swim Until The King is born! Until The King is born! In Tupelo! Tupelo-o-o! Til The King is born in Tupelo! In a clap-board shack with a roof of tin Where the rain came down and leaked within A young mother frozen on a concrete floor With a bottle and a box and a cradle of straw Tupelo-o-o! O Tupelo! With a bottle and a box and a cradle of straw Well Saturday gives what Sunday steals And a child is born on his brothers heels Come Sunday morn the first-born dead In a shoebox tied with a ribbon of red Tupelo-o-o! Hey Tupelo! In a shoebox buried with a ribbon of red O ma-ma rock you lil' one slow O ma-ma rock your baby O ma-ma rock your lil' one slow O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo! Mama rock your lil' one slow The lil one will walk on Tupelo The lil one will walk on Tupelo Black rain come down, Black rain come down Tupelo-o-o! Yeah Tupelo! And carry the burden of Tupelo Tupelo-o-o! O Tupelo! Yeah! The King will walk on Tupelo! Tupelo-o-o! O Tupelo! He carried the burden outa Tupelo! Tupelo-o-o! Hey Tupelo! [Repeat] You will reap just what you sow |
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(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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(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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(W. Roberts)
Hey Joe, where you going with that gun in your hand? Hey Joe, where you going with that gun in your hand? I'm gonna shoot my baby, I caught her messin round with another man Hey Joe, I heard you shot your baby down Hey Joe, I heard you shot your baby down Yes I did I shot her, I went and put her in the ground Hey Joe, where you gonna run to now? Hey Joe, where you gonna run to now? I'm heading way down South where I can be free I'm heading Mexico way, no hangman's about to put a leash around me |
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(Traditional, Arr. The Alabama Singers)
Jesus met the woman at the well Jesus met the woman at the well And he told her, everything that she'd done, that she'd done And he said, woman, look-a here woman, Tell me where is your husband? She said whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I don't have one He said, woman, look-a here woman, They tell me you have five husbands And that man you have now sure ain't one She went running, crying, God help me She said whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, you must be the prophet Because you told me everything that I've done |
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(D. Del, M. Wilkins)
She walks these hills in a long black veil She visits my grave when the night winds wail Nobody knows, nobody sees Nobody knows but me Ten years ago, on a cold dark night Someone was killed 'neath the Town Hall light There were few at the scene, but they all agreed That the slayer who ran looked a lot like me The judge he said: Son, what is your alibi If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die But I spoke not a word though it meant my life For I'd been in the arms of my best friends wife Now the scaffold is high and eternity is near She stood in the crowd but shed not a tear But sometimes at night when the cold winds moan In a long black veil she cries on my bones |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Kicking Against The Pricks (1986)
(J. Bundrick)
Mary, grab the baby, the river's rising Muddy water taking back the land The old-frame house, she can't take-a one more beating Ain't no use to stay and make a stand Well the morning light shows water in the valley Daddy's grave just went below the line Things to say, you just can't take em with ya This flood will swallow all you've left behind Won't be back to start all over Cause what I felt before is gone Mary, take the child, the river's rising Muddy water taking back my home The road is gone, there's just one way to leave here Turn my back on what I've left below Shifting land, broken farms around me Muddy water's changing all I know It's hard to say just what I'm losing Ain't never felt so all alone Mary, take the child, the river's rising Muddy water taking back my home Won't be back to start all over Cause what I felt before is gone Mary, take the child, the river's rising Muddy water's changing all I know Muddy water's changing all I know Lord, this muddy water is taking back my home |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Kicking Against The Pricks (1986)
Just running scared, each place we go
So afraid, that he might show Yeah, running scared, what would I do If he came back and wanted you? Just running scared, feeling low Running scared that you love him so Just running scared, afraid to lose If he came back, which one would you choose? And then all at once, he was standing there So sure of himself, his head in the air While my heart was breaking, which one would it be? Then you turned round and walked right out on me ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By MELSON, JOE / ORBISON, ROY <i>Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Barbara Orbison Music Company , Orbi-Lee Music, R-Key Darkus</i> |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Kicking Against The Pricks (1986)
(Greenaway, Cooke)
Something's gotten hold of my heart Keeping my soul and my senses apart Something's gotten into my life Cutting its way through my dreams like a knife Turning me up and turning me down Making me smile and making me frown In a world that was small I once lived in a time there was peace with no trouble at all But then you came my way And a feeling unknown shook my heart, made me want you to stay All of my nights and all of my days I gotta tell you now Something's gotten hold of my hand Dragging my soul to a beautiful land Something has invaded my nights Painting my sleep with a colour so bright Changing the grey and changing the blue Scarlet for me and scarlet for you I've got to know if this is the real thing I've got to know what's making my heart sing You smile and I am lost for a lifetime Each minute spent with you is the right time Every hour, every day You touch me and my mind goes astray |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Kicking Against The Pricks (1986)
(T. Springfield, F. Farian)
Say goodbye, my one true lover And we'll steal a lover's song How it breaks my heart to leave you Now the carnival has gone Oh my love, the dawn is breaking And my tears are falling rain For the carnival is over We may never meet again Like a drum my heart was beating And your kiss was sweet as wine But the joys of love are fleeting For Pierrot and Columbine Now the cloak of night is falling This will be our last goodbye Though the carnival is over I will love you till I die |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Kicking Against The Pricks (1986)
(A. Harvey)
Oh please don't send me out Said the man with the hammer, hammering the anvil I been walking on a road of rocks And I keep on hammering, keep on hammering, keep on hammering, Hammering the anvil Don't let the sun go down Said the man with the fire, firing the furnace I been buried in the snow And I keep on firing, keep on firing, keep on firing, Firing the furnace Oh don't talk to me Said the man with the chisel, chiseling the surface I been sleeping far too long And I keep on chiseling, keep on chiseling, keep on chiseling, Chiseling the surface I don't know what you mean Said the man with the shovel, shoveling the ashes I been digging in the frozen ground And I keep on shoveling, keep on shoveling, keep on shoveling, Shoveling the ashes Shoveling the ashes Chiseling the surface Firing the furnace Hammering the anvil |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Kicking Against The Pricks (1986)
(Cash, Daniels)
As I walk these narrow streets Where a million passin feet have trod before me With my guitar in my hand Suddenly I realize nobody knows me Where yesterday the multitude Screamed and cried my name out for a song Today the streets are empty And the crowds have all gone home I pass a million houses But there is no place that I belong All I knew to give you Was song after song after song All the truths I tried to tell you Were as distant to you as the moon Born 200 years too late And 200 years too soon I'm a child of this age Locked into the pages of your book And when I am but dust and clay And all the children stop to take a look Will they marvel at the miracles I did perform And the heights I did aspire Or will they tear out the pages of the book To light a fire With the rain on my face There is no place that I belong Did you forget this fucking singer so soon? And did you forget my song? |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Your Funeral...My Trial (1986)
And no-one saw the carny go
And the weeks flew by Until they moved on the show Leaving his caravan behind It was parked out on the south east ridge And as the company crossed the bridge With the first rain filling the bone-dry river bed It shone, just so, upon the edge Away, away, we're sad, they said Dog-boy, atlas, half-man, the geeks, the hired hands There was not one among them that did not cast an eye behind In the hope that the carny would return to his own kind And the carny had a horse, all skin and bone A bow-backed nag, that he named "Sorrow" How it is buried in a shallow grave In the then parched meadow And the dwarves were given the task of digging the ditch And laying the nag's carcass in the ground And boss Bellini, waving his smoking pistol around saying "The nag is dead meat" "We caint afford to carry dead weight" The whole company standing about Not making a sound And turning to dwarves perched on the enclosure gate The boss says "Bury this lump of crow bait" And thean the rain came Everybody running for their wagons Tying all the canvas flaps down The mangy cats crowling in ther cages The bird-girl flapping and squawking around The whole valley reeking of wet beast Wet beast and rotten hay Freak and brute creation Packed up and on their way The three dwarves peering from their wagon's hind Moses says to Noah "We shoulda dugga deepa one" Their grizzled faces like dying moons Still dirty from the digging done And as the company passed from the valley Into a higher ground The rain beat on the ridge and on the meadow And on the mound Until nothing was left, nothing at all Except the body of Sorrow That rose in time To float upon the surface of the eaten soil And a murder of crows did circle round First one, then the others flapping blackly down And the carny's van still sat upon the edge Tilting slowly as the firm ground turned to sludge And the rain it hammered down And no-one saw the carny go I say it's funny how things go |
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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 - Tender Prey (1988)
One morn I awakened
A new sun was shining The sky was a Kingdom All covered in blood The moon and the stars Where the troops that lay conquered Like fruit left to wither Poor spiritual food And the spears of bright sun All brave with it conquest Did hover unearthly In banners of fire I kneit in the garden Awash with the dawning And a voice came so brightly I covered my eyes Thank you for giving This bright new morning So steeped seemed the evening In darkness and blood There'll be no sadness There'll be no sorrow There'll be no road too narrow There'll be a new day And it's today For us |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Tender Prey (1988)
It began when they come took me from my home
And put me in Dead Row, Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know. And I'll say it again I..am..not..afraid..to..die. I began to warm and chill To objects and their fields, A ragged cup, a twisted mop The face of Jesus in my soup Those sinister dinner meals The meal trolley's wicked wheels A hooked bone rising from my food All things either good or ungood. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of truth. An eye for an eye A tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die. Interpret signs and catalogue A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog. The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind. They are sick breath at my hind They are sick breath at my hind They are sick breath at my hind They are sick breath gathering at my hind I hear stories from the chamber How Christ was born into a manger And like some ragged stranger Died upon the cross And might I say it seems so fitting in its way He was a carpenter by trade Or at least that's what I'm told Like my good hand I tatooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist. In Heaven His throne is made of gold The ark of his Testament is stowed A throne from which I'm told All history does unfold. Down here it's made of wood and wire And my body is on fire And God is never far away. Into the mercy seat I climb My head is shaved, my head is wired And like a moth that tries To enter the bright eye I go shuffling out of life Just to hide in death awhile And anyway I never lied. My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L. Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D. 'Tis a long-suffering shackle Collaring all that rebel blood. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of truth. An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die. And the mercy seat is burning And I think my head is glowing And in a way I'm hoping To be done with all this weighing up of truth. An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And I've got nothing left to lose And I'm not afraid to die. And the mercy seat is glowing And I think my head is smoking And in a way I'm hoping To be done with all this looks of disbelief. An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway there was no proof Nor a motive why. And the mercy seat is smoking And I think my head is melting And in a way I'm helping To be done with all this twisted of the truth. A lie for a lie And a truth for a truth And I've got nothing left to lose And I'm not afraid to die. And the mercy seat is melting And I think my blood is boiling And in a way I'm spoiling All the fun with all this truth and consequence. An eye for an eye And a truth for a truth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof. A life for a life And a truth for a truth And anyway there was no proof But I'm not afraid to tell a lie. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of truth. An eye for an eye And a truth for a truth And anyway I told the truth But I'm afraid I told a lie. |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Tender Prey (1988)
It began when they come took me from my home
And put me in Dead Row, Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know. And I'll say it again I..am..not..afraid..to..die. I began to warm and chill To objects and their fields, A ragged cup, a twisted mop The face of Jesus in my soup Those sinister dinner meals The meal trolley's wicked wheels A hooked bone rising from my food All things either good or ungood. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of truth. An eye for an eye A tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die. Interpret signs and catalogue A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog. The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind. They are sick breath at my hind They are sick breath at my hind They are sick breath at my hind They are sick breath gathering at my hind I hear stories from the chamber How Christ was born into a manger And like some ragged stranger Died upon the cross And might I say it seems so fitting in its way He was a carpenter by trade Or at least that's what I'm told Like my good hand I tatooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist. In Heaven His throne is made of gold The ark of his Testament is stowed A throne from which I'm told All history does unfold. Down here it's made of wood and wire And my body is on fire And God is never far away. Into the mercy seat I climb My head is shaved, my head is wired And like a moth that tries To enter the bright eye I go shuffling out of life Just to hide in death awhile And anyway I never lied. My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L. Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D. 'Tis a long-suffering shackle Collaring all that rebel blood. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of truth. An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die. And the mercy seat is burning And I think my head is glowing And in a way I'm hoping To be done with all this weighing up of truth. An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And I've got nothing left to lose And I'm not afraid to die. And the mercy seat is glowing And I think my head is smoking And in a way I'm hoping To be done with all this looks of disbelief. An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway there was no proof Nor a motive why. And the mercy seat is smoking And I think my head is melting And in a way I'm helping To be done with all this twisted of the truth. A lie for a lie And a truth for a truth And I've got nothing left to lose And I'm not afraid to die. And the mercy seat is melting And I think my blood is boiling And in a way I'm spoiling All the fun with all this truth and consequence. An eye for an eye And a truth for a truth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof. A life for a life And a truth for a truth And anyway there was no proof But I'm not afraid to tell a lie. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of truth. An eye for an eye And a truth for a truth And anyway I told the truth But I'm afraid I told a lie. |
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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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Henry's Dream (1992)
I had a dream I had a dream I had a dream, Joe I had a dream, Joe You were standing in the middle of an open road I had a dream, Joe Your hands were raised up to the sky And your mouth was covered in foam I had a dream, Joe A shadowy Jesus flitted from tree to tree I had a dream, Joe And a society of whores stuck needles in an image of me I had a dream, Joe It was Autumn time and thickly fell the leaves And in that dream, Joe A pimp in seersucker suit sucked a toothpick And pointed his finger at me I had a dream, I had a dream, I had a dream, Joe I opened my eyes, Joe The night had been a giant, dribbling and pacing the boards I opened my eyes, Joe All your letters and cards stacked up against the door I opened my eyes, Joe The morning light came slowly tumbling through the crack In the window, Joe And I thought of you and I felt like I was lugging A body on my back I had a dream, I had a dream, I had a dream, Joe Where did you go, Joe? On that endless, senseless, demented drift Where did you go, Joe? Into the woods, into the trees, where you move and shift Where did you go, Joe? All dressed up in your ridiculous seersucker suit Where did you go, Joe? With that strew of wreckage Forever at the heel of your boot I had a dream I had a dream I had a dream, Joe I had a dream I had a dream I had a dream, Joe ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Henry's Dream (1992)
I got a woman SHe rules my house with an iron fist I got a woman She rules my house with an iron fist She screams out Jack the Ripper Every time I try to give that girl a kiss I got a woman She strikes me down with a fist of lead I got a woman She strikes me down with a fist of lead We bed in a bucket of butcher's knives A awake with a hatchet hanging over my head Well you know the story of the viper It's long and lean with poison tooth Yeah, you know the story of the viper It's long and lean with poison tooth Well they're hissing under the floorboards Hanging down in bunches from my roof I got a woman She just hollers what she wants from where she is I got a woman She just hollers what she wants from where she is She screams out Jack the Ripper Every time I try to give that girl a kiss |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Henry's Dream (1992)
Well the night was deep and the night was dark And I was at the old dance-hall on the edge of town Some big ceremony was going down Dancers writhed and squirmed and then, Came apart and then writhed again Like squirming flies on a pin In the heat and in the din Yes, in the heat and in the din I fell to thinking about brand new wife of mad John Finn Well, midnite came and clock did strike And in she came, did John Finn's wife With legs like scissors and butcher's knives A tattooed breast and flaming eyes And a crimson carnation in her teeth Carving her way through the dance floor And I'm standing over by the bandstand Every eye gaping on John Finn's wife Yeah, every eye gaping on John Finn's wife Now John Finn's wife was something of a mystery In a town where to share a sworn secret was a solemn duty I had brass knuckles and a bolo knife Over near the bandstand with John Finn's wife She got perfumed breasts and raven hair Sprinkled with wedding confettis And a gang of garrotters were all giving me stares Armed, as they were, with machetes And the night through the window was full of lights Winking and awatching at John Finns' wife Winking and awatching at John Finns' wife Next came the cops, all out on the town But it don't look like no trouble there As they had for the bar in their lumpy suits And I slip my hand between the things of John Finn's wife And they seemed to yawn awake, her things It was a warm and very ferocious night The moon full of blood and light And my eyes grew small and my eyes grew tight As I plotted in the ear of John Finns' wife Enter John Finn in his shrunken suit With his quick black eyes and black cheroot With his filled-down teeth and a hobnail boot And his fists full of pistols in his pockets Aiming at me and aiming at his wife The band fall silent fearing for their lives And with fear in my guts like tangled twine Cause all I got is brass knuckles and a bolo knife And mad John Finns' wife is all And the three of us walk out of the hall Now the night bore down upon us all You could hear the crickets in the thickets call And guns did flare and guns did bawl And I planted my bolo knife in the neck Of mad John Finn. I took his wretched life Now I'm over near the bandstand Every hand moving on John Finns' wife Every hand moving on John Finns' wife And John Finns' wife Took all the flowers down From her hair And threw them on the ground And the flies did hum And the flies did buzz around Poor John Finn Lying dead upon the ground Lying dead upon the ground ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Henry's Dream (1992)
I went out walking the other day The wind hung wet around my neck My head it rung with screams and groans From the night I spent amongst her bones I past beside the mission house Where that mad old buzzard, the reverend, Shrieked and flapped about life after your dead Well, I thought about my friend, Michel How they rolled him in linoleum And shot him in the neck A bloody halo, like a think-bubble Circling his head And I bellowed at the firmament Looks like the rains are hear to stay And the rain pissed down upon me And washed me all away Saying Papa won't leave you, Henry Papa won't leave you, Boy Papa won't leave you, Henry Papa won't leave you, Boy Well, the road is long And the road is hard And many fall by the side But Papa won't leave you, Henry So there ain't no need to cry And I went on down the road He went on down the road And I went on down the road He went on down the road Well, the moon it looked exhausted Like something you should pity Spent an age-spotted Above the sizzling wires of the city Well, it reminded me of her face Her bleached and hungry eyes Her hair was like a curtain Falling open with the laughter And closing with the lies But the ghost of her still lingers on Though she's passed through me And is gone The slum dogs, they are barking And the rain children on the streets And the tears that we will weep today Will all be washed away By the tears that we will weep again tomorrow Papa won't leave you, Henry Papa won't leave you, Boy Papa won't leave you, Henry Papa won't leave you, Boy For the road is long And the road is hard And many fall by the side But Papa won't leave you, Henry So there ain't no need to cry And I went on down the road He went on down the road And I went on down the road He went on down the road And I came upon a little house A little house upon a hill And I entered through, the curtain hissed Into the house with its blood-red bowels Where wet-lipped women with greasy fists Crawled the ceilings and the walls They filled me full of drink And led me round the rooms Naked and cold and grinning Until everything went black And I came down spinning I awoke so drunk and full of rage That I could hardly speak A fag in a whale-bone corset Draping his dick across my cheek And its into the shame And its into a guilt And its into the fucking fray And the walls ran red around me A warm arterial spray Saying Papa won't leave you, Henry Papa won't leave you, Boy Papa won't leave you, Henry Papa won't leave you, Boy Well, the night is dark And the night is deep And its jaws are open wide But Papa won't leave you, Henry So there ain't no need to cry And I went on down the road He went on down the road And I went on down the road He went on down the road It's the rainy season where I'm living Death comes leaping out of every doorway Wasting you for money, for your clothes And for your nothing Entire towns being washed away Favelas exploding on inflammable spillways Lynch-mobs, death squads, babies being born without brains The mad heat and the relentless rains And if you stick your arm into that hole It comes out sheared off to the bone And with her kisses bubbling on my lips I swiped the rain and nearly missed And I went on down the road He went on down the road Singing Papa won't leave you, Henry Papa won't leave you, Boy Papa won't leave you, Henry Papa won't leave you, Boy Well, the road is long And the road is hard And many fall by the side But Papa won't leave you, Henry So there ain't no need to cry And I went on down the road He went on down the road And I went on down the road He went on down the road Bent Beneath my heavy load Under his heavy load Yeah, I went on down the road Yeah, he went on down the road Woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah And I went on down that road |
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All the towers of ivory are crumbling And the swallows have sharpened their beaks This is the time of our great undoing This is the time that I'll come running Straight to you For I am captured Straight to you For I am captured One more time The light in our window is fading The candle gutters on the ledge Well now sorrow, it comes a-stealing And I'll cry, girl, but I'll come a-running Straight to you For I am captured Straight to you For I am captured Once again Gone are the days of rainbows Gone are the nights of swinging from the stars For the sea will swallow up the mountains And the sky will throw thunder-bolts and sparks Straight at you But I'll come a-running Straight to you But I'll come a-running One more time Heaven has denied us its kingdom The saints are drunk howling at the moon The chariots of angels are colliding Well, I'll run, babe, but I'll come running Straight to you For I am captured Straight to you For I am captured One more time ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Henry's Dream (1992)
When I first came to town All the people gathered round They bought me drinks Lord, how they quickly changed their tune When I first came to town People took me round from end to end Like someone may take round a friend O how quickly they changed their tune Suspicion and dark murmurs surround me Everywhere I go they confound me As though the blood on my hands Is there for every citizen to see O sweet Jesus There is no turning back There is always one more town A little further down the track And from my window, across the tracks I watch the juicers burn their fires And in that light Their faces leer at me How I wish they'd just let me be When I first came to town Their favours were for free Now even the doors of the whores of this town Are closed to me I search the mirror And I try to see Why the people of this town Have washed their hands of me O sweet Jesus There is no turning back There is always one more town A little further down the track O lord, every god-damn turn I take I fear the noose, I fear the stake For there is no bone They did not break In all the towns I've been before Well those that sin against me are snuffed out I know from every day that I live God-damn the day that I was born The night that forced me from the womb And god-damn this town For I am leaving now But one day I will return And the people of this town will surely see Just how quickly the tables turn O sweet Jesus This really is the end There is always one more town A little further round the end ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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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 - 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 - Let Love In (1994)
I've searched the holy books
I tried to unravel the mystery of Jesus Christ, the saviour I've read the poets and the analysts Searched through the books on human behaviour I travelled this world around For an answer that refused to be found I don't know why and I don't know how But she's nobody's baby now I loved her then and I guess I love her still Hers is the face I see when a certain mood moves in She lives in my blood and skin Her wild feral stare, her dark hair Her winter lips as cold as stone Yeah, I was her man But there are some things love won't allow I held her hand but I don't hold it now I don't know why and I don't know how But she's nobody's baby now This is her dress that I loved best With the blue quilted violets across the breast And these are my many letters Torn to pieces by her long-fingered hand I was her cruel-hearted man And though I've tried to lay her ghost down She's moving through me, even now I don't know why and I don't know how But she's nobody's baby now She's nobody's baby now Nobody's baby now She's nobody's baby now |
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from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Let Love In (1994)
Take a litle walk to the edge of town
Go across the tracks Where the viaduct looms, like a bird of doom As it shifts and cracks Where secrets lie in the border fires, in the humming wires Hey man, you know you're never coming back Past the square, past the bridge, past the mills, past the stacks On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man In a dusty black coat with a red right hand He'll wrap you in his arms, tell you that you've been a good boy He'll rekindle all the dreams it took you a lifetime to destroy He'll reach deep into the hole, heal your shrinking soul Hey buddy, you know you're never ever coming back He's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a guru They're whispering his name through this disappearing land But hidden in his coat is a red right hand You ain't got no money? He'll get you some You ain't got no car? He'll get you one You ain't got no self-respect, you feel like an insect Well don't you worry buddy, cause here he comes Through the ghettos and the barrio and the bowery and the slum A shadow is cast wherever he stands Stacks of green paper in his red right hand (Organ solo) You'll see him in your nightmares, you'll see him in your dreams He'll appear out of nowhere but he ain't what he seems You'll see him in your head, on the TV screen And hey buddy, I'm warning you to turn it off He's a ghost, he's a god, he's a man, he's a guru You're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan Designed and directed by his red right hand (Organ solo) Extra verse from DJ Spooky Remix (From Scream 2 Soundtrack): He'll extend his hand, real slowly for a shake You'll see it coming toward you, real slowly for a shake (Grabbing at your peril buddy?) cause you know you ain't getting near much as he will take. He's a... He's mumbling words you can't understand He's mumbling word behind his red right hand. |
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