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.
Take a little walk to the edge of town and 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, but there won't be a single thing that you can do 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 don't have no money? He'll get you some You don't have no car? He'll get you one You don't have 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
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
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.
People just ain't no good I think that's welll understood You can see it everywhere you look People just ain't no good
We were married under cherry trees Under blossom we made pour vows All the blossoms come sailing down Through the streets and through the playgrounds
The sun would stream on the sheets Awoken by the morning bird We'd buy the Sunday newspapers And never read a single word
People they ain't no good People they ain't no good People they ain't no good
Seasons came, Seasons went The winter stripped the blossoms bare A different tree now lines the streets Shaking its fists in the air The winter slammed us like a fist The windows rattling in the gales To which she drew the curtains Made out of her wedding veils
People they ain't no good People they ain't no good People they ain't no good at all
To our love send a dozen white lilies To our love send a coffin of wood To our love let aal the pink-eyed pigeons coo That people they just ain't no good To our love send back all the letters To our love a valentine of blood To our love let all the jilted lovers cry That people they just ain't no good
It ain't that in their hearts they're bad They can comfort you, some even try They nurse you when you're ill of health They bury you when you go and die It ain't that in their hearts they're bad They'd stick by you if they could But that's just bullshit People just ain't no good
People they ain't no good People they ain't no good People they ain't no good People they ain't no good at all
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.
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
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
Can't display this flash media [가사보기] They found mary bellows cuffed to the bedWith a rag in her mouth and a bullet in her headO poor mary bellowsShe'd grown up hungry, she'd grown up poorShe left her home in arkansasO poor mary bellowsShe wanted t......
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2008-11-12 03:39:31
큰거 하나 푼다.이런건 원래 혼자만 야금야금 들어야 제맛인데..닉 케이브는, 개인적인 평가로는, 이 곡 하나만으로도 충분히 문제적인 아티스트 대열에 속할 수 있고 생각한다.이 곡을 들으면서 나는 이상한 상상을 한다. 뭐였더라, 무슨 만화였는데. 연쇄살인범이 있고 십년간이나 그를 뒤쫓는 형사가 있었다. 어느 어두운 빈 공장에서 비가 주룩주룩 내리는 날 둘은 운명처럼 만나게 되고 심장이 터질 것 같은 긴장감 속에 결국 살인범은 형사의 총에 맞아 죽게......
