Betty came by on her way Said she had a word to say About things today And fallen leaves. Said she hadn’t heard the news Hadn’t had the time to choose A way to lose But she believes. Going to see the river man Going to tell him all I can About the plan For lilac time. If he tells me all he knows About the way his river flows And all night shows In summertime. Betty said she prayed today For the sky to blow away Or maybe stay She wasn’t sure. For when she thought of summer rain Calling for her mind again She lost the pain And stayed for more. Going to see the river man Going to tell him all I can About the ban On feeling free. If he tells me all he knows About the way his river flows I don’t suppose It’s meant for me. Oh, how they come and go Oh, how they come and...Read More
Autore: Nick Cave
With a crooked smile and a heart-shaped face Comes from the West country where the birds sing bass She’s got a house-big heart where we all live And plead and council and forgive Her widow’s peak, her lips I’ve kissed Her glove of bones at her wrist That I have held in my hand Her Spanish fly and her monkey gland Her Godly body and its fourteen stations That I have embraced, her palpitations Her unborn baby crying, "Mummy" Amongst the rubble of her body Her lovely lidded eyes I’ve sipped Her fingernails, all pink and chipped Her accent which I’m told is "broad" That I have heard and has been poured Into my human heart and filled me With love, up to the brim, and killed me And rebuilt me back anew With something to look forward to Well, who could ask much more than that? A West country girl with a big fat cat That looks into her eyes of green And meows, "He loves you", then meows...Read More
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...Read More
They call me The Wild Rose But my name was Elisa Day Why they call me it I do not know For my name was Elisa Day From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one As she stared at my eyes and smiled For her lips were the colour of the roses That grew down the river, all bloody and wild When he knocked on my door and entered the room My trembling subsided in his sure embrace He would be my first man, and with a careful hand He wiped at the tears that ran down my face Chorus On the second day I brought her a flower She was more beautiful than any woman I’d seen I said, “Do you know where the wild roses grow So sweet and scarlet and free?” On the second day he came with a single red rose He said: “Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?” I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed “If I show you the roses will you follow?” Chorus On the third day he took me to the river He showed me the roses and we kissed And the last thing I heard was a muttered word As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist On the last day I took her where the...Read More
I could have been a sailor, could have been a cook A real live lover, could have been a book. I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock. I could be Here and now I would be, I should be But how? I could have been One of these things first I could have been One of these things first. I could have been your pillar, could have been your door I could have stayed beside you, could have stayed for more. Could have been your statue, could have been your friend, A whole long lifetime could have been the end. I could be yours so true I would be, I should be through and through I could have been One of these things first I could have been One of these things first. I could have been a whistle, could have been a flute A real live giver, could have been a boot. I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock. I could be even here I would be, I should be so near I could have been One of these things first I could have been One of these things...Read More
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