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| Red Right Hand | |
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Musik: NC&TBS Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - Let Love In - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Red Right Hand - The Wonderful World Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Red Right Hand - Red Right Hand - The Wonderful World of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Ritual Habitual - The Best Of Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Live At The Royal Albert Hall - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - The Videos - free CD with "Independant on Sunday" (May 27) - God Is In The House Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Rote Rechte Hand) - Englisch-Deutsch - Nur Originaltext anzeigen Die Übersetzung ins Deutsche wurde von Benutzern von nick-cave.net erstellt, und wird im Forum diskutiert. Klicke hier, um zu ihrer Verbesserung beizutragen. | Take a little walk to the edge of town Go across the track 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 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 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 |
| Where The Wild Roses Grow | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - Murder Ballads - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Where The Wild Roses Grow - Where The Wild Roses Grow - Where The Wild Roses Grow - Where The Wild Roses Grow - Where The Wild Roses Grow - Murder Ballads promo sampler - Ritual Habitual - The Best Of Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Live At The Royal Albert Hall - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - The Videos - free CD with "Independant on Sunday" (May 27) - B-Sides & Rarities - Nick Cave - I Przyjaciele (W Moich Ramionach) Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Wo Die Wilden Rosen Wachsen) - Englisch-Deutsch - Nur Originaltext anzeigen Die Übersetzung ins Deutsche wurde von Benutzern von nick-cave.net erstellt, und wird im Forum diskutiert. Klicke hier, um zu ihrer Verbesserung beizutragen. | 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 She stared in 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 They call me The Wild Rose But my name was Elisa Day Why they call me that I do not know For my name was Elisa Day *On the second day I brought her a flower She's 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: "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?" They call me The Wild Rose But my name was Elisa Day Why they call me that I do not know For my name was Elisa Day 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 wild roses grow She lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief And I kissed her goodbye, Said "All beauty must die" And I lent down and planted A rose tween her teeth 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 My name was Elisa Day For my name was Elisa Day |
| The Mercy Seat | |
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Musik: Cave, Harvey Text: Cave Erschienen auf: - Tender Prey - Live Seeds - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - The Mercy Seat - The Mercy Seat - The Mercy Seat - The Mercy Seat - Good Songs - Acoustic Versions From Tender Prey - I Had A Dream, Joe - I Had A Dream, Joe - I Had A Dream, Joe - European Tour 92 - Live at the Paradiso - The Wonderful World Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Stripped - The Wonderful World of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Ritual Habitual - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - The Videos - B-Sides & Rarities - God Is In The House - The Road To God Knows Where / Live At The Paradiso - Nick Cave - I Przyjaciele (W Moich Ramionach) - Nick Cave - I Przyjaciele (W Moich Ramionach) Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Der Gnadenstuhl) - Englisch-Deutsch - Nur Originaltext anzeigen Im Forum gibt es offenbar noch keine Diskussion zur Übersetzung dieses Stücks. Du kannst hier klicken, um einen Beitrag einzustellen. | 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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