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| Deanna | |
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Musik: Cave Text: Cave Erschienen auf: - Tender Prey - Live Seeds - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Deanna - Deanna - Acoustic Versions From Tender Prey - Stripped - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - The Videos - B-Sides & Rarities - The Road To God Knows Where / Live At The Paradiso Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Deanna) - 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. | 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 |
| 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. |
| City of Refuge | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - Tender Prey - Acoustic Versions From Tender Prey - Stripped - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Besser, Du rennst) - 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. | You better run You better run You better run and run and run You better run You better run You better run to the City of Refuge You better run You better run You better run to the City of Refuge You stand before your maker In a state of shame Bacause your robes are covered in mud While your kneel at the feet Of a woman of the street The gutters will run with blood They will run with blood! You better run, you better run You better run to the City of Refuge You better run, you better run You better run to the City of Refuge In the days of madness My brother, my sister When you're dragged toward the Hell-mouth You will beg at the end But there ain't gonna be one, friend For the grave will spew you out It will spew you out! You better run, you better run You better run to the City of Refuge You better run, you better run You better run to the City of Refuge You'll be working in the darkness Against your fellow man And you'll find you're called to come forth So you'll scrub and you'll scrub But the trouble is, bud The blood it won't wash off No, it won't come off! You better run, you better run You better run to the City of Refuge You better run, you better run You better run and run and run You better run to the City of Refuge |
| The Moon Is In The Gutter | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - In the Ghetto - The Firstborn Is Dead - Tupelo - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Der Mond treibt in der Gosse) - 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. | The moon is in the gutter And the stars wash down the sink I am the king of the blues I scrape the clay off my shoes And wade down the gutter, gutter and 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 her memories at her mound Then lie down in the bitter gutter moon |
| The Six Strings That Drew Blood | |
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Musik: Cave Text: Cave Erschienen auf: - Tupelo - The Firstborn Is Dead - Tupelo - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Sechs Saiten, die Blut vergossen) - 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. | Guitar thug blew into town His eyes like wheels spinnin' round Jerkin-off at every sound Layin' all his crosses down O yeah He got Six Strings The Six Strings that drew blood The bar is full of Holy-Joes A Holy-hole-a-whole-aria Around the neck of our consumptive rose is the root of all his sorrows O yeah He got Six Strings Six Strings that drew blood A Holy-hole-a-whole-aria Six Strings that drew blood In the bathroom under cover He turns on one tap to discover He's smashed his teeth out on the other Well he look in the mirror and say don't fuck me brother Cause I got Six Strings Six Strings that drew blood Numbin' the runt of reputation they call rat fame Top-E as a tourniquet A low tune whistles across his grave Forever the master and the slave of his Six Strings A Holy-hole-a-whole-aria Six Strings that drew blood |
| Rye Whiskey | |
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Musik: traditional Text: traditional Erschienen auf: - Good Songs - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Roggenwhiskey) - 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. | Jack of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds, I know You most of all You've robbed my poor pockets Of silver and gold And Whiskey, you villain, You've been my down-fall You've cuffed and you've kicked me But I loved you of old Oh Whiskey, Rye Whiskey, Whiskey I cried If I don't get rye Whiskey I surely will die Well I go yonder mountain And build me a still And I send you a gallon For a five dollar bill Well it's beefcake when I'm hungry, Whiskey when I'm dry And it's greenbacks When I'm hard off And hell when I die I said Whiskey, Rye Whiskey, Whiskey I cried If I don't get rye Whiskey I surely will die If the sea were made of Whiskey and I was a duck I'd swim to the bottom and never come up Oh, but the sea ain't made of Whiskey and I ain't a duck So I play Jack Of Diamonds and trust on my luck I said Whiskey, Rye Whiskey, Whiskey I cried If I don't get rye Whiskey I surely will die I said Whiskey, Rye Whiskey, Whiskey I cried If I don't get rye Whiskey I surely will die If I don't get rye Whiskey I surely will die |
| Running Scared | |
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Musik: Orbison, Melson Text: Orbison, Melson Erschienen auf: - The Singer - The Singer - The Wonderful World Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - The Wonderful World of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Sharks - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (In Panik geraten) - 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. | 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 |
| Black Betty | |
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Musik: Leadbelly Text: Leadbelly Erschienen auf: - The Singer - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Schwarze Betty) - 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. | 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 |
| Scum | |
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Musik: Cave, Harvey Text: Cave Erschienen auf: - Scum - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Abschaum) - 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. | Well, I lived with one Well, I lived with one, I lived with two, I even lived with a third I wanna tell you about number one He was a miserable shitwringing turd Like he reminded me of some evil gnome Shakin hands was like Shakin a hot, fat, oily bone Holdin on for far too long Yes he took me in, he took me in He said that I looked pale and thin I told him he looked fat His lips were red and lickin wet His house was roastin hot In fact it was a fuckin slum Scum! Scum! Well then he hooked up with some slut from the same game Black snow! Black snow! Cocksuckstress, and I should know Mean and vicious, Her microphone always smelled suspicious His and herpes Bath towel type If you know what I mean I could not look at him, worm He'd be takin a shower and who should walk in He was the epitome of their type Her middle name was Welcome, his was Wipe Scum! Scum! Well you're on the shit list Thrust and twist, twist and screw You gave me a bad review And maybe you think that It's all just water under the bridge Well my UNfriend, I'm the type that holds a grudge I'm your creator I think you fuckin traitor, Chronic masturbator, Shitlicker, user, Self-abuser, jigger jigger! What rock did you crawl from? Which meathorse did you come? You Judas, Brutus, Vitus, Scum! Hey four-eyes, come That's right, it's a gun Face bubbles blood in Grub street Snowman with six holes Clean into his fat fuckin guts Psychotic drama mounts Guts well deep then spring abounds I unload into his eyes Blood springs Dead snow Blue skies |
| Girl At The Bottom Of My Glass | |
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Musik: Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - Deanna - Deanna - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Mädchen am Boden meines Glases) - 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. | I can't raise my glass, without seeing her ass Through its telescopic bottom I can't raise my glass, without seeing her ass Through its telescopic bottom If you wanna know what agony is Ask the girl at the bottom of my glass Well love'll come a-knockin' with my Toolbag and my stockin' Challeng-challengin' her knickers Well love'll come a-knockin' with my Toolbag and my stockin' With my bag a-challenging her knickers If you wanna know whats shakin' down the house Ask the girl at the bottom of my glass I can spill my drink From the woman at the sink, Coming at my lap with rum and bitters Slop my drink, without that woman at the sink, I'll grab my back with the rag and mittens If you're looking for that woman at the house Ask the girl at the bottom of my glass - all right! I cannot raise my drink, Without stopping to think That some bad baby's givin' me trouble I cannot raise my drink, Without stopping to think That some bad baby's givin' me trouble If you wanna see what's inside of Sally You'll find that doll in a hole Out in the alley, Yeah I cannot raise my glass, without seeing her ass That booze is a-turning bitter I cannot raise my glass, without seeing her ass 'cause you got no more than bitter If you know a little bit about my past Take my switch at the bitch in my house |
| The Train Song | |
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Musik: Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - The Ship Song - The Wonderful World of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Das Zuglied) - 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. | Tell me how long's the train been gone? Tell me how long's the train been gone? And was she there? And was she there? Tell me how long's the train been gone? Tell me how many coaches long? Tell me how many coaches long? What did she wear? And what did she wear? Tell me how many coaches long? Tell me when did the whistle blow? Tell me when did the whistle blow? And did she tie her hair? And did she tie her hair? Tell me when did the whistle blow? Tell me how long's the train been gone? Tell me how long's the train been gone? And was she there? And was she there? Tell me how long's the train been gone? |
| Cocks 'N Asses | |
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Musik: Nick Cave, Victor Van Vugt Text: Nick Cave, Victor Van Vugt Erschienen auf: - The Weeping Song - The Weeping Song - The Weeping Song - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: Im Forum gibt es offenbar noch keine Diskussion zur Übersetzung dieses Stücks. Du kannst hier klicken, um einen Beitrag einzustellen. | n/a |
| Blue Bird | |
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Musik: Text: Erschienen auf: - Straight To You - Straight To You - Jack The Ripper - Go For Gold - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Blauer Vogel) - 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. | I got a blue bird, a blue bird on my shoulder I got a blue bird, a blue bird on my shoulder I saw her standing, standing by the water She was naked, her hair in great disorder And I know that I fly and the rest is lie I sent a warning, a warning of disaster I sent a warning, I warned of great disaster I sent that blue bird, a blue bird down the water I sent that blue bird, floating down the water And I know that I fly and the rest is lie |
| Helpless | |
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Musik: Neil Young Text: Neil Young Erschienen auf: - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Hilflos) - 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. | There is a town in north Ontario And I take comfort from memories there And in my mind I still need a place to go All my best changes were there Blue, blue windows behind the stars Yellow moon on the rise Big birds flying across the sky Throwing shadows on our eyes Leave us helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless Baby, heal me now The chains are locked and tied across the door They seem to help me somehow |
| God's Hotel | |
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Musik: Text: Erschienen auf: - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Gottes Hotel) - 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. | Everybody's got a room Everybody's got a room Everybody's got a room In God's Hotel. Everybody's got a room. Well you'll never see a sign hanging on the door Sayin ‘There ain’t no rooms available in here anymore’. Everybody’s got wings Everybody’s got wings Everybody’s got wings In God's Hotel. Everybody's got wings. You'll never see a sign hanging on the door Sayin ‘At no time may both feet leave the floor in this hotel anymore’ Everybody’s got a harp Everybody's got a harp Everybody’s got a harp In God's Hotel. Everybody got a harp. You'll never see a sign hanging on the wall Sayin ‘There ain’t no harp-playing allowed in here anymore’ Everybody holds a hand Everybody holds a hand Everybody holds a hand In God's Hotel. Everybody holds a hand. You'll never see a sign hanging on the door Sayin ‘There is absolutly no hold-handing in this house allowed anymore” Everybody is blind Everybody is dumb Everybody’s (be)coming blind In God's Hotel. Everybody is blind. You'll never see a sign hanging on the door Cause blind people can’t see anyway in that hotel anymore. Everybody is deaf Everybody is deaf Everybody is deaf In God’s Hotel Everybody is deaf You'll never see a sign hanging on the bathroom-wall Sayin ‘There ain’t no deaf people allowed in here anymore’ Everybody plays piano Everybody plays piano Everybody plays piano In God’s Hotel Everybody plays piano You'll never see a sign hanging on the door . . . Everybody got Heaven Everybody got Heaven Everybody got Heaven In God's Hotel. Everybody got Heaven. You'll never see a sign scribbled on the toilet door Sayin ’Let Rosy get your Heaven, Dial 666-84!’ |
| (I'll Love You) Till the End of the World | |
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Musik: Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - Loverman, (I'll Love You) Till The End Of The World - Loverman, B Side, Till The End Of The World - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Ich werde dich bis ans Ende der Welt lieben) - 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. | It was a miracle I even got outta Longwood alive, This town fulla men with big mouths and no guts, I mean, if you can just picture it, The whole third floor of the hotel gutted by the blast, And the street below showered in shards of broken glass, And all the drunks pourin' outta the dance halls, Starin' up at the smoke and the flames, And the blind pencil seller wavin' his stick, Shoutin' for his dog that lay dead on the side of the road, And me, if you can believe this, at the wheel of the car Closin my eyes and actually prayin', Not to God above, but to you, sayin', Help me girl, help me girl I'll love you till the end of the world With your eyes black as coal and your long dark curls Some things we plan, we sit and we invent and we plot and cook up, Others are works of inspiration, of poetry, And it was this genius hand that pushed me up the hotel stairs To say my last goodbye, To her hair white as snow, and her pale blue eyes, Sayin "I gotta go, I gotta go, the bomb and the bread basket Are ready to blow," In this town of men with big mouths and no guts, The pencil seller's dog spooked by the explosion And leapin' under my wheels as I careered outta Longwood on my way to you, Waitin in your dress, in your dress of blue I said thank you girl, thank you girl I'll love you till the end of the world With your eyes black as coal and your long dark curls And with the horses prancin' through the fields, With my knife in my jeans and the rain on the shield, I sang a song for the glory of the beauty of you, Waitin for me in your dress of blue Thank you girl, thank you girl I'll love you till the end of the world With your eyes black as coal and your long dark curls |
| Cassiel's Song | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Cassiel's Lied) - 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. | We've come to bring you home Haven't we, Cassiel? To cast aside your loss and all your sadness And shuffle off that mortal coil and mortal madness For we're here to pick you up and bring you home Aren't we, Cassiel? It's a place where you did not belong Were time itself was mad and far too strong Where life leapt up laughing and hit you head on and hurt you, didn't it hurt you, Cassiel? While time outran you and trouble flew toward you, and you were there to greet it, weren't you, foolish Cassiel? But here we are, we've come to call you home and here you'll stay never more to stray Where you can kick off your boots of clay can't you, Cassiel? For death and you did recklessly collide and time ran out of you and you ran out of time, didn't you, Cassiel? and all the clocks, in all the world may this once just skip a beat in memory of you then again those damn clocks, they probably won't will they, Cassiel? One moment you are there and then strangely you are gone, but on behalf of all of us here we are glad to have you home Aren't we, dear Cassiel? |
| Tower Of Song | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Leonard Cohen Erschienen auf: - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Liederturm) - 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. | Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey I ache in the places I used to play And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on I'm paying my rent everyday In the Tower of Song I said to Leonard Cohen: How lonely does it get? Leonard Cohen hasn't answered me yet But I can hear him coughing all night long, A million floors above me In the Tower of Song I was born like this, I had no choice I was born like this, with a golden voice Twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond, Well they tied me to this table right here In the Tower of Song You can stick your needles in a voodoo doll I'm sorry baby, but it don't look like me at all I'm standing by the window where the light is strong They don't let a woman kill you In the Tower of Song I've grown bitter, bitter, of this you may be sure: The rich, the rich have got channels in the bedrooms of the poor And there's a mighty judgement But it won't be long, but I may be wrong You see, you hear these funny voices in the Tower of Song -oh yeah The guitar, the bass, the drums, so nice every hour In the Tower of Song I see you standing on the other side I don't know how the river got so wide But I loved you, baby, way back when All the bridges are burning that we might have crossed, But I feel so close to everything that we lost But I'll never have to lose you again, Tower of Song I bid you farewell, I don't know when I'm back They're moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track But you'll be hearing from me, baby, long after I'm gone I'm speaking to you sweetly from a window In the Tower of Song Now you can say that I've grown bitter, Of this you can be sure: The rich have got channels in the bedrooms of the poor And there's a mighty judgement but it won't take long, I may be wrong |
| What Can I Give You? | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - Jack The Ripper - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Was Kann Ich Dir Geben) - 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. | All my life I failed to see One good thing standing in front of me And the planets gravitate around you And the stars, the stars surround you And the angels in heaven adore you And the saints, the saints all stand and applaud you What can I give you? What can I give you in return? The shadow came creeping, a criminal That you chased, babe, from my life And sometimes when I'm sleeping I see him shuffle against the night Oh, he's waiting, yeah, he's waiting to return And each step I take Moves me one step below you And you must do in order to console me Help me, help me, help me, babe, reach down and collect me What can I give you? What can I give you in return? Galaxies collide, they shower down around you And I searched, I stumbled and then I found you In your robe, in your crown, reaching low, babe Reaching low down to the ground What can I give you? What can I give you in return? What can I give you? What can I give you in return? |
| What A Wonderful World | |
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Musik: Weiss/Douglas Text: Weiss/Douglas Erschienen auf: - Go For Gold - The Videos - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Was für eine wundervolle Welt) - 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. | I see trees of green, red roses too I watch them bloom for me and you And I think to myself: What a Wonderful World I see skies of blue, clouds of white The bright blessed day and the dark sacred night And I think to myself: What a Wonderful World The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky Are also on the faces of the people passing by I see friends shaking hands, saying: "How do you do?" What they're really saying is: "I love you." I hear babies cry, I watch them grow They'll know much more than I'll ever know And I think to myself: What a Wonderful World Yes I think to myself: What a Wonderful World |
| Rainy Night In Soho | |
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Musik: S. MacGowan Text: S. MacGowan Erschienen auf: - What A Wonderful World - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (In einer verregneten Nacht in Soho) - 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. | I've been loving you a long time Down all the years, down all the days And I've cried for all your troubles Smiled at your funny little ways We watched our friends grow up together And we saw them as they fell Some of them fell into heaven And some of them fell into hell I took shelter from a shower And I stepped into your arms On a rainy night in Soho The wind was whistling all its charms I sang you all my sorrows And you told me all your joys Whatever happened to that old song To all those little girls and boys Those little girls and boys Now the song is nearly over We may never find out what it means But there's a light I hold before me And you're the measure of my dreams The measure of my dreams ____________________________________ These last two verses are not sung by Nick, but are part of the original song as written by Shane MacGowan: Sometimes I wake up in the morning The gingerlady by my bed Covered in a cloak of silence I hear you in my head I'm not singing for the future I'm not dreaming of the past I'm not talking of the fist time I never think about the last Now the song is nearly over We may never find out what it means Still there's a light I hold before me You're the measure of my dreams The measure of my dreams |
| Lucy | |
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Musik: Cave, Bargeld, Wolf Text: Cave Erschienen auf: - The Good Son - What A Wonderful World - What A Wonderful World - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Lucy) - 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. | Last night I lay trembling The moon it was low It was the end of love Of misery and woe Then suddenly above me Her face buried in light Came a vision of beauty All covered in white Now the bell-tower is ringing And the night has stole past O Lucy, can you hear me? Wherever you rest I'll love her forever I'll love her for all time I'll love her till the stars Fall down from the sky Now the bell-tower is ringing And I shake on the floor O Lucy, can you hear me? When I call and call Now the bell-tower is ringing And the moon it is high O Lucy, can you hear me When I cry and cry and cry |
| Jack the Ripper | |
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Musik: Text: Erschienen auf: - Henry's Dream - Live Seeds - Straight To You - Straight To You - Jack The Ripper - Live at the Paradiso - Viva Eight - The Videos - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Jack the Ripper) - 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. | 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 |
| Sail Away | |
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Musik: Text: Erschienen auf: - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Segle fort) - 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. | I climbed the hill, lay in the grass A little dark-eyed girl drifted past She said all the best is come, it could not last And the worst, it has come true Her hands are small and fluttered up I lay amongst the buttercups I pulled on my coat and buttoned it up For the worst, it had come true Sail away, sail away To a place where your troubles can't follow Sail away, sail away Save all your tears for tomorrow Orphans of the city moved toward us and the swallows swooped and the starlings warned us And the peril in everything It assured us that the worst had come true And all my sorrows made their bed beside me The shame, the disgrace and the brutality And she whispered then "Let laughter flee." For the worst, it has come true Dry your tears, forget while we're here Leave all your sorrows behind you Never lose heart, all things will pass To a place where your troubles can't find you She came beside me amongst my coat Her breath was warm against my throat We clung to each other so very close For the worst, it had come true Sail away, sail away To a place where your heart will not shame you Take my hand through this night without end For the worst, it has come to claim you Sail away, sail away To a place where no one can betray you Take my hand through this night without end For the worst, it has come to claim you |
| There's No Night Out In The Jail | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Erschienen auf: - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Es gibt keine Nacht da draußen im Gefängnis) - 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. | Chorus: Well you dream of blondes and you dream of beer And life gets terribly stale It’s dead in the morgue but it’s deader in here There’s no night out in the jail The fellas I knew must all miss me now I guess I better come clean I’m sweating it out in the boot me boys An un-paying guest of the queen Well this prison life sure suits me fine I lead a decent life At last my days are organized Outside it’s nothing but strife Chorus Me cobbers inside are just normal blokes Who lead rather colorful lives Like breaking and entering and stealing cars And just not supporting their wives Well some blokes just like collecting things And some like guzzling beer Well some blokes just can’t resist a fight And some keep getting ideas Chorus I’m working the farm it’s a healthy life I jump outta bed with a spring The tukka’s not bad I get lots of sleep So who’d wanna change with the king? No unemployment scares me now And even when I am tired I know I’m on a cushy job For sure I can never be fired Chorus Me creditors just don’t annoy me now Me wife has to get off my back Me mother-in-law had to drown herself Who said the outlook is black? Nothing now can worry me Behind these prison walls Just like a bull of pedigree I’m locked up at night in the stalls Chorus |
| That's What Jazz Is To Me | |
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Musik: Text: Erschienen auf: - Red Right Hand - Red Right Hand - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: Im Forum gibt es offenbar noch keine Diskussion zur Übersetzung dieses Stücks. Du kannst hier klicken, um einen Beitrag einzustellen. | Jazz Fire eating drag-queens dressed as society whores Crazy two timing bitches running round Ghetto blasting blasters, blasting magnificently Blossoms falling from the cherry trees That's what jazz is to me High buildings with crippled backs circle around my dreams I clutch at the greasy tails of my dreams White blossom falling from the cherry trees That's what jazz is to me Ten bottles standing in a row military style With hats pulled low over their brows A thousand wasted hours Skeletons entwined fucking and braying ? fields Blossoms falling from the cherry tree That's what jazz is to me History repeating itself like a All the great cars of the world in one massive collision All the doctors swallowed up by one incompetence All the great theorists and teachers eaten alive ... Religious extacy and a blossom falling from a cherry tree That's what jazz is to me Blind fish being used as musical scales Sharks puffed for fish and whales I long to be by the sea where a blossom falls from a cherry tree That's what jazz is to me Three forms, four forms, five forms, six forms, Seven forms, eight forms, nine forms, A blossom falling from the cherry tree That's what jazz is to me As Einstein said about his theory I love, I love, I love, I love jazz It's in your heart, it's in your soul, it's in your mind The colour of death, sweet vanilla essence Richard Harris and Donald Pleasance And a cherry blossom falling from a cherry tree That's what jazz is to me |
| The Willow Garden | |
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Musik: Traditional arranged by Cave/Ellis Text: Traditional arranged by Cave/Ellis Erschienen auf: - Where The Wild Roses Grow - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Der Weidengarten) - 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. | Down in the willow garden Me and my love did meet And as we sat a-courting My love fell off to sleep I had a bottle of burgundy wine My love, she did not know And so I poisoned that dear little girl Along the banks below Along the banks below I drew my saber through her It was a bloody night I threw her in the river Which was a dreadful sight My father often told me That money would set me free And so I murdered that dear little girl Whose name was Rose Connelly Whose name was Rose Connelly My father sits at his cabin door Wiping his tear-dimmed eyes His only son soon should walk To yonder scaffold high My race is run beneath the sun The scaffold now waits for me For I did murder that dear little girl Whose name was Rose Connelly Whose name was Rose Connelly Whose name was Rose Connelly |
| The Ballad of Robert Moore and Betty Coltrane | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - Where The Wild Roses Grow - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Die Ballade von Robert Moore und Betty Coltrane) - 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. | There was a thick set man with frog eyes who was standing by the door and a little bald man with wing-nut ears was waiting in the car Well Robert Moore passed the frog-eyed man as he walked into the bar, and Betty Coltrane she jumped under her table. "What's your pleasure?" asked the barman he had a face like boiled meat "There's a girl called Betty Coltrane that I have come to see" "But I ain't seen that girl 'round here for more than a week" and Betty Coltrane she hid beneath the table. Well, then in came a sailior with mermaids tattooed on his arms, Followed by the man with the wing-nut ears who was waitin' in the car Well, Robert Moore sensed trouble, he'd seen it comin' from afar and Betty Coltrain she gasped beneath the table. Well, the sailor said "I'm looking for my wife, they call her Betty Coltrain!" The frog-eyed man said "That can't be; that's my wife's maiden name." And the man with the wing-nut ears said, "Hey, I married her back in Spain!" and Betty Coltrain crossed herself beneath the table. Well, Robert Moore stepped up and said "That woman is my wife." and he drew a silver pistol and a wicked bowie knife; And he shot the man with the wing-nut ears straight between the eyes and Betty Coltrain, she moaned under the table. The frog-eyed man jumped at Robert Moore, who stabbed him in the chest and as Mister Frog-eyes died he said "Betty, your the girl that I loved best!" The sailor pulled a razor, Robert blasted it to bits "And Betty, I know you're under the table." "Well have no fear," said Robert Moore, "I do not want to hurt you!" "Never a woman did'na love me half as much as you. You are the blessed' sun, girl and you are the sacred moon." and Betty shot his legs out from under the table! Well, Robert Moore went down heavy with a crash upon the floor and over to his trashin' body Betty Coltrain she did crawl. She put the gun to the back of head and pulled the trigger once more and blew his brains out all over the table! Well Betty stood up and shook her head and waved the smoke away. Said, "I'm sorry Mr Barman to leave your place this way." As she emptied out their wallets she said, "I'll collect my severence pay." and then she winked and threw a dollar on the table. |
| King Kong Kitchee Kitchee Ki-Mi-O | |
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Musik: Cave Text: Traditional Erschienen auf: - Henry Lee - King Kong Kitchee Kitchee Ki-Mi-O - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (King Kong Kitchee Kitchee Ki-Mi-O) - 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. | (Can you turn me up a bit?) King kong kitchee kitchee ki-mi-o [4 times and throughout song] Well frog went a-courtin' and he did ride With a sword and a pistol by his side And he rode 'til he came to Miss Mouse's door And then he knelt right down upon the floor He said, "Little Miss Mouse, will you marry me Way down yonder in the hollow tree With an owl and a bat and a bumblebee?" (Shoop shoop, shoop shoop) Miss Mouse had suitors, three or four And they came rushing through the door Well they grabbed Miss Mouse and began to fight In the hollow tree; it was a terrible night Yeah, "Little Miss Mouse, will you marry me Way down yonder in the hollow tree With an owl and a bat and a bumblebee?" Yeah! Yeah! Mr Frog threw her suitors to the floor And with his sword and his pistol he killed them all And they went to the vicar the very next day And they left on their honeymoon right away Oh glory, glory, glory be Way down yonder in the hollow tree With an owl and a bat and a bumblebee |
| Knoxville Girl | |
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Musik: Cave Text: Traditional Erschienen auf: - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Knoxville Mädchen) - 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. | I met a little girl in Knoxville A town we all know well And every sunday evening In her home I'd dwell We went to take an evening walk About a mile from town I picked a stick up off the ground And I knocked that fair girl down She fell down on her bended knees For mercy she did cry "Oh Willy, dear, don't kill me yet I'm unprepared to die" She never spoke another word I only beat her more Until the ground around me With her blood did flow I took her by her golden curls And I dragged her 'round and 'round Throwing her into the river That flows from Knoxville town Go down, go down, you Knoxville girl With your dark and roving eyes Go down, go down, you Knoxville girl You can never be my bride I started back to Knoxville Got there about midnight My mother, she was worried She woke up in a fright Saying, "Dear son, what have you done To bloody up your clothes?" I told my anxious mother That I was bleading in my nose I called for me a candle And I called for me a bed And I called for me a handkerchief To bind my aching head I rolled and thrashed the whole night through All horrors I did see The devil stood at the foot of my bed Pointing his finger at me They carried me down to Knoxville And put me in a cell My friends all tried to get me out But none could grow my bail I'm here to waste my life away Down in this dirty old jail Because I murdered that Knoxville girl The girl I loved so well |
| 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 |
| O' Malley's Bar Pt. 1 | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (O' Malley's Bar Pt. 1) - 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. | I am tall and I am thin Of an enviable height And I've been known to look quite handsome From a certain angle, in a certain light Well I entered into O'Malley's Said "O'Malley I have a thirst" O'Malley he looked right through me And served some other fella first I knocked on the bar and pointed To a bottle on the shelf Well O'Malley walked past and scratched his ass And I twitched and crossed myself My hand decided it'd had enough And for a moment it slipped from view When it returned my hand had learned A brand new trick or two Well the thunder from my big black glum gun Made all the glasses jangle When I shot him, I was so handsome It was the light, man, it was the angle Huh! Hmmmmm "Neighbours!" I cried, "Friends!" I screamed I banged my fist upon the bar "I just shot old O'Malley!" And my dick felt long and hard "I am the man who waits for no-one And my aim is straight and true And I'm marked by darkness and by blood So don't nobody move!" Well you know those fish with the swollen lips That clean the ocean floor? When I looked at poor O'Malley's wife That's exactly what I saw I jammed the barrel under her chin And her eyes bugged just like those nasty little fish Her head it landed in the sink With all the dirty dishes And her nerdy little daughter Siobhan Well, who we'd all had a bit of fun with It seemed a bit unfair that she had to be there So I thought I'd get her over and done with I leapt upon her punchin' She stared on in disbelief Looking like the Madonna on the church-house wall Painted in whale's blood and banana leaf Left hook! Right hook! Left hook! Right! She spun round and round I brought a mighty punch up from the floor And I lifted her off the ground Her head caved in like a melon And my fists were gloved in gore And I shot councilor Caffrey in the back of the head As he made a run for the door Mmmmmmmmm Yeah Yeah Yeah |
| O' Malley's Bar Pt. 2 | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (O' Malley's Bar Pt. 2) - 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. | "I have no free will", I sang As I flew about the murder Mrs. Richard Holmes, she screamed Well you really should have heard her I sang and I laughed, I howled and I wept I panted and I squealed I blew a hole in Mrs. Richard Holmes Who used her husband as a shield He screamed "You are an evil man" And I paused a while to wonder "If I have no free will then how can I Be morally culpable, I wonder" I shot Richard Holmes in the stomach I said "It felt good to take your life" I'm not sure but I think that he thanked me As he lay down next to his wife "It's nice to be nice" I replied to him He gave a little cough "Ah yeah it's nice to be nice" And I neatly aimed and blew his head completely off I've lived in this town for thirty years And to no-one I am a stranger And I put new bullets in my gun Chamber upon chamber When I turned my gun on the bird-like Mr. Brookes I thought of St. Francis and his sparrows And as I shot down the youthful Richardson It was Sebastian I thought of, and his arrows. Hhhhhhhhhhhh Mmmmmmmmm [Ohhhh my God! Oh my God!! He's shot him in the motherfucking head!] I said, "I want to introduce myself And I am glad that you all came" And I leapt up upon the bar And I shouted out my name Well Jerry Bellows, he hugged his stool Closed his eyes and shrugged and laughed And with an ashtray as big as a really bloody big brick I split his skull in half "This hurts me more than it hurts you" I said And I sat on the bar and cried And for a strange moment, no-one moved or spoke And we all sat like that for a while. "It's nice to be nice", I said again Well it is, and that's a fact I smiled at Henry Davenport I think Henry Davenport smiled back Well from the position I was sitting The strangest thing I ever saw The bullet entered through the top of Henry's chest And blew his bowels out on the floor Well I floated down the counter Showing no remorse I shot a hole in Kathleen Carpenter Recently divorced But remorse I felt and remorse I had It clung to every thing From the raven's hair upon my head To the feathers on my wings "Life is grand", I shouted, "But death is just the best" And I glided through the bodies And killed the fat man Vincent West Who sat quietly in his chair A grown man become a child And I raised the gun up to his head Executioner-style He made no attempt to resist So fat and dull and lazy "Do you know I live in your street?" I cried And he looked at me like I was crazy. "O", he said, "I had no idea" He grew quiet as a mouse And the roar of the pistol when it went off Near blew the roof right off the house Hhhhh uh uh |
| O' Malley's Bar Pt. 3 | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (O' Malley's Bar Pt. 3) - 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. | Well I caught my eye in the mirror And I gave it a long and loving inspection "There stands some kind of man", I roared And there did, in the reflection My hair combed back like a raven's wing My muscles hard and tight And curling from the business end of my gun Was a query mark of cordite Well I spun to the left, and I spun to the right And I spun to the left again "Well, fear me! Fear me! Yeah, fear me!" No-one did cause they were dead Huh! Hmmmmmmmm [Oh my God!!] And then there came the police sirens wailing And the bull-horn squelched and blared "Drop your weapons and come out! With your hands in the air" Well, I checked the chamber of my gun Saw the final bullet left And my hand looked almost human As I raised it to my head "Drop your weapons and come out! Keep your hands above your head!" I took one hard think about dying And did exactly what they said There must have been fifty cops out there In a circle round O'Malley's bar "Don't shoot", I cried, "I'm a man unarmed!" So they put me in the car And they sped me away from that terrible scene And I glanced out of the window Saw O'Malley's bar, saw the cops and the cars And I started counting on my fingers Aaah One Aaah Two Aaah Three Aaah Four O'Malley's bar O'Malley's bar |
| Time Jesum Transeuntum Et Non Riverentum | |
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Musik: The Dirty Three Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Fürchte Jesu Hinübergehen und Nichtwiederkehr) - 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. | We were called to the forest and we went down A wind blew warm and eloquent We were searching for the secrets of the universe And we rounded up demons And forced them to tell us what it all meant We tied them to trees And broke them down one by one On a scrap of paper they wrote these words And as we read them the sun broke through the trees 'Dread the passage of Jesus for He will not return' Then we headed back to our world and left the forest behind Our hearts singing with all the knowledge of love But somewhere, somehow we lost the message along the way And when we got home we bought ourselves a house And we bought a car that we did not use And we bought a cage and two singing birds And at night we'd sit And listen to the canaries' song For we'd both run right out of words Now the stars they are all angled wrong And the sun and the moon refuse to burn But I remember a message in a demon's hand Dread the passage of Jesus for He does not return |
| O' Malley's Bar Reprise | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (O'Malley's Bar - Wiederholung) - 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. | Oh my God! Fuck, fuck, oh fuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! Oh my God, oh my God! Oh my God, oh my God! He's shot him in the motherfucking head! Look at that woman! She's six foot six! Oh my God, she's six foot ****ing six! Oh my God, oh my God! She's six foot ****ing six! |
| Red Right Hand (Scream 3 - Version) | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - B-Sides & Rarities 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 Now spread your wings and fly Don't the lights of the city look so damn pretty When you're flying so high? It's hard to know 'bout the down-below The streets, babe, are swimming deep in blood It seems To make a grown man cry You really wanna know what's wrong with this land? Just scratch your head with your red right hand You see, everyone's a liar, babe, and that's the truth I said everyone's a liar, baby, and I got the proof You got a new boy, you feel you're in with a chance You think you're in his arms but you're in his hands But still he seems so cute and true and groovy But get that boy up on the stand And watch him raise his red right hand Move your hips, babe, move your thighs Use your lips, babe, conceal his prize He's tracing a tiny finger down your spine He's leaving behind a thin red line Oh, don't get so sad when it all comes down so heavy A low wind moans across the land As he rakes at your chest with his red right hand I'm talking 'bout blood, babe It's in your veins Your mummy and daddy They've got the same You're under the mirror day after day You see a pretty face crumbling away As you become your mum and daddy Scream once, scream twice, now scream again Cover that face with your red right hand |
| Little Empty Boat | |
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Musik: Text: Erschienen auf: - Into My Arms - Into My Arms - The Boatman's Call Australian Tour Nov/Dec 1977 - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Kleines leeres Boot) - 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. | You found me at some party You thought I'd understand You barreled over to me With a drink in each hand I respect your beliefs, girl, And I consider you a friend, But I've already been born once, I don't want to be born again. Your knowledge is impressive And your argument is good But I am the resurrection, babe, And you're standing on my foot! But my little boat is empty It don't go And my oar is broken It don't row, row, row But my little boat is empty It don't go And my oar is broken It don't row, row, row (Row!) Your tiny little face Keeps yapping in the gloom Seven steps behind me With your dustpan and broom. I couldn't help but imagine you All postured and prone But there's a little guy on my shoulder Says I should go home alone. You keep leaning in on me And you're looking pretty pissed That grave you've dug between your legs Is hard to resist. But my little boat is empty It don't go And my oar is broken It don't row, row, row But my little boat is empty It don't go And my oar is broken It don't row, row, row Give to God what belongs to God And give the rest to me Tell our gracious Host to fuck himself It's time for us to leave. But my little boat is empty It don't go And my oar is broken It don't row, row, row But my little boat is empty It don't go And my oar is broken It don't row, row, row Row...row...row...row... |
| Right Now I'm A-roaming | |
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Musik: NC&TBS Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - Into My Arms - The Boatman's Call Australian Tour Nov/Dec 1977 - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Im Moment streife ich umher) - 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. | When I get home, I'm gunna clean up my house When I get home, I'm gunna kick out that mouse When I get home, I'm gunna put things in order but right now, right right now, right now I am a-roaming When I get home, I'm gunna make that call When I get home, I'm gunna talk it through When I get home, I'm gunna straighten it out but right now, right now, right now I am a-roaming When I get home, I'm gunna give up the blues When I get home, I'm gunna eat me some food When I get home, I'm gunna kick them drugs but right now, right now, right now I am a-roaming When I get home, I'm gunna call my mother When I get home, I'm gunna cook her some dinner When I get home, I'm gunna invite my brothers but right now, right right now, right now I am a-roaming When I get home, I'm gunna see my little boy When I get home, I'm buy him a toy When I get home, he's gunna jump for joy but right now, right right now, right now I am a-roaming When I get home, I'm gunna unpack my bags When I get home, I'm gunna wash these dirty rags When I get home, I'm gunna pack 'em up again I'm gunna go, I'm gunna go, I'm gunna go right back roaming. |
| Come Into My Sleep | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - Are You The One That I've Been Waiting For? - Are You The One That I've Been Waiting For? - The Boatman's Call Australian Tour Nov/Dec 1977 - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Komm in meinen Schlaf) - 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. | Now that mountains of meaningless words and oceans divide us And we each have our own set of stars to comfort and guide us Come into my sleep Come into my sleep, oh yeah Dry your eyes and do not weep Come into my sleep Swim to me through the deep blue sea upon the scattered stars set sail Fly to me through this love-lit night from one thousand miles away And come into my sleep Come into my sleep oh yeah As midnight nears and shadows creep Come into my sleep Bind my dreams up in your tangled hair For I am sick at heart, my dear Bind my dreams up in your tangled hair For all the sorrow it will pass, my dear Take your accusation, your recriminations and toss them into the ocean blue Leave your regrets and impossible longings and scatter them across the sky behind you And come into my sleep Come into my sleep For my soul to comfort and keep Come into my sleep For my soul to comfort and keep - my sleep Come on, Come on, Come on, |
| Black Hair | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - The Boatman's Call - Are You The One That I've Been Waiting For? - The Boatman's Call Australian Tour Nov/Dec 1977 - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Schwarzes Haar) - 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. | 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 |
| Babe, I Got You Bad | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - Are You The One That I've Been Waiting For? - The Boatman's Call Australian Tour Nov/Dec 1977 - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Babe, ich bin vernarrt in dich) - 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. | Babe I got you bad Dreaming blood-wet dreams only madmen have Baby I got you bad I wish to God I never had And it makes me feel so sad, O, Baby I got you bad Yeah, Babe I got you bad I long for your kiss, for the turn of your mouth Your body is a long thing Heading South And I don't know what I'm talking about All of my words have gone mad Ah, baby I got you bad Seasons have gone wrong And I lay me down in a bed of snow Darling, since you've been gone well my hands, they don't know where to go And all of my teeth are bared, I got you so much I'm scared Ah, baby I got you bad With the sweep of my hand I undid all the plans that explode at the moment I kissed you on your small hot mouth and your caramel limbs that are hymns to the glory that is you. Look at me darlin' it's sad sad sad Look at me darlin' it's sad sad sad Baby I got you bad Smoke bilowing from the bridges and the rivers we swim in are boiling My hands are reaching for you everywhere but you're not there, or you're recoiling and a weary moon dangles from a cloud Oh honey, I know it's not allowed To say I got you bad. I got you bad... I got you bad... I got you bad... (Repeat and fade) |
| Sheep May Safely Graze | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Mögen Die Schafe Wohlbehalten Grasen) - 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. | Sheep may safely graze All the wolves have been rounded up and put to bed Sheep may safely graze There are only days of happiness up ahead Sheep may safely graze, my boy All the crocodiles have been hunted from your dreams Sheep may savely graze Wooly lambs are gamboling by the streams Sheep may safely graze All the lost children will be found in time Sheep may safely graze, my boy Close your eyes, your daddy is by your side And if by chance you wake at night The hollow sorrow that lingers And you grab at the tails of your dreams But they scuttle through your fingers All you can hear outside Is the roar of a city being raised It’s just the powers that be Making it safe to graze Sheep may safely graze The bluebirds have chased the vultures from the sky Sheep may safely graze The day is merely gone now and closed its eyes Sheep may safely graze, my boy All the fishes are leaping into the nets Sheep may safely graze This, my darling, is as good as it gets Sheep may safely graze All the lost children will be found in time Sheep may safely graze, my boy Close your eyes, your daddy is by your side If you shouldn’t wake tomorrow The fences are all torn down The woods are full of howling beasts And there ain’t nobody around And everything seems foreign To your little ways That’s just the gods above Making it save to graze The fox has its hole The bird has its nest But the son of man has no place To lay his head and rest |
| Opium Tea | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Opiumtee) - 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. | Here I sleep the morning through Until the wail of the call to prayer awakes me And there is nothing at all to do but rise And follow the day wherever it takes me I stand at the window and I look at the sea And I am what I am and what will be will be I stand at the window and I look at the sea Then I make me a pot of opium tea Down at the port I watch the boats come in Watching boats come in Can do something to you And the kids gather round with outstretched hand And I toss them a diram or two Well, I wonder if my children are thinking of me Cause I am what I am and what will be will be I wonder if my kids are thinking of me And I smile and I sip my opium tea At night the sea lashes the rust red ramparts And the shapes of hooded men move past me And the mad moaning wind, it laughs and laughs and laughs At the strange lot that fate has cast me And the cats on the rampart sing merrily That he is what he is and what will be will be The cats on the rampart sing merrily And I sit and I drink my opium tea I`m a prisoner here, I can never go home There is nothing here to win or to lose There are no choices needed to be made at all Not even the choice of having to choose Well, I`m a prisoner here, yes, but I am also free Cause I am what I am and what will be will be I`m a prisoner here, yeah, but I`m also free And I smile and I sip my opium tea |
| Grief Came Riding | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Kummer schwebte herbei) - 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. | A grief came riding On the wind Up the sun on river Thames I was sittin' on the bank with my mouth open When I felt it entering I began thinkin' about our wedding day And how love was a vow I was thinkin' about the chamber door Only we can enter now I began thinkin' about our ancient friends And of kissin’ them goodbye And then the wind blew under Battersea bridge And a tear broke from my eye I started thinkin' about London And nothing good ever came from this town and if the Thames weren’t so filthy I would jump in the river and drown Don't be afraid Come on down I'm just sittin' here And thinking of love A grief came riding On the wind Up the river where the bridges crouch Blowin’ people back and fall From the marital bed to the psychiatric couch Blowin' people far apart Blowin' others so they collide Blowin’ some poor bastard right out of the water blowin’ another one over the side Hear the ancient iron bridge And listen to it groan with the weight of a thousand people Leavin' or returning home To their failures To their bordoms To their husbands And their wife’s who are carving them up for dinner before they even arrive Don't be afraid Come on down I'm just sittin' here And thinkin' of love And look they just blow the water See the saviour of the human race Where the fishes and the frogs Has found his final resting place Don't be afraid Come on down I'm just sittin' here Thinkin' of love |
| Bless His Ever Loving Heart | |
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Musik: Text: Erschienen auf: - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Segne sein ewig liebendes Herz) - 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. | Bless his ever loving heart Only he knows who you are He may seem so very far Bless his ever loving heart And when your feeling sad And everywhere you look you can't believe the things you see When it all comes down so bad And beauty lies exhausted in the streets Hold his ever loving hand Even when you do not understand Sorrow has it's (?? natural ??) end Hold his ever loving hand And when your feeling low And everyone you meet you can't believe the things they say When there's no place left to go Where someone isn't moving you a little further down the way Bless his ever loving heart What you do is what you are When it all comes down so hard Bless his ever loving heart Hold his ever loving hand When it seems you ain’t got a friend Only he knows who you are and what you are Bless his ever loving heart Bless his ever loving heart |
| Good, Good Day | |
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Musik: Text: Erschienen auf: - As I Sat Sadly By Her Side - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Ein wirklich guter Tag) - 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. | See the little cloud up in the sky It's a good good day today See the little cloud pass on by It's a good good day today Mary comes now, let Mary be Can you see her down on the street? Mary's laughing 'cause Mary sees That she's a-wearin' that dress for me There can be times, yeah When no things come together, yeah / Under a clear sky and you can believe, yeah You hold your breath for this moment, yeah But do not breathe for this day alone Is a good day, yes I know It's a good day, yeah I know Today Hear her feet skipping up the stairs It's a good good day today She is the answer to all of my prayers It's a good good day today Mary comes now, she don't knock 'Cause she's runnin' on her own little clock Mary's laughing 'cause Mary knows That this day was meant for us And Mary full knows, yeah And any foresees that the future, yeah Is a-down on its knees And are all crying and a-reelin' And tears roll down their cheeks 'Cause I can believe in the one That is standing in front of me On this day, don't you know Is a good day, yes I know It's a good day, I told you so Today See her breasts how they rise and fall It's a good good day today And she knows I've used that line before It's a good good day today Mary's laughing, she don't mind 'Cause she knows she's one of a kind Mary's laughing, just to me Standing next to me And April knows, yeah That the wind always blows Something to someone, yeah Once in a while, so let it rain Let it fall Let the wind, oh, through your door 'Cause right now for this moment For ever me Standing next to her On this day, which I know Is a good day, yeah I know Oh, it's a good day, I told you so Today |
| Little Janey's Gone | |
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Musik: Text: Erschienen auf: - As I Sat Sadly By Her Side - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Die kleine Janey ist weg) - 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. | Janey's gone now and she won't be back no more. It was only yesterday I went knocking on her door. Now she's gone away. We won't see her no more. Little Janey's gone now, Janey's gone now, Janey's gone now, Janey's gone. Little Janey's gone now, Janey's gone now, Janey is gone away. Oh, yes, she is gone away. Oh, man, that's for sure. Little Janey's gone now, Janey's gone now, Janey's gone away. Janey's gone, oh people, Oh, Lord, little Janey is gone. She was the only one that we all could depend on And now she's gone away. We won't see her 'round here no more. Little Janey's gone now, Janey's gone now, Janey's gone now, Janey's gone. Little Janey's gone now, Janey's gone now, Janey's gone away. Oh, yes, she is gone away. Oh, man, that's for sure. Little Janey's gone now, Janey's gone now, Janey's gone away. Janey's gone now and she won't be back no more. We'll have to find some other place to go and score 'Cause now she's gone, don't you see, They're gonna to throw way away the key. 'Cause little Janey's gone down, Janey's gone down, Janey's gone down, Janey's gone. Little Janey's gone down, Janey's gone down, Janey's gone away. |
| I Feel So Good | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Ich fühle mich so wohl) - 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. | Well, I feel so good, I don't know what to do Yeah, I feel so good, I don't know what to do Well, I feel so good, I feel like I wanna play with you Well, I feel so good, I feel like banging my box Yeah, I feel so good, I feel like banging my box Well, if I had me one more shot, I believe I'd blow my natural top Oh Yeah, oh Yeah, oh Yeah, oh yeah Goddamn, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Well, I feel so good I'm so glad, I know what's on your mind I'm so glad, I know what's on your mind I'm so glad, I know what's on your mind I'm so glad, I know what's on your mind I'm so glad, glad, glad, glad, glad, I know what's on your mind Alright now Oh Yeah, oh Yeah, oh Yeah, oh yeah Alright, all bright, oh yeah, oh yeah Well, I feel so good |
| Shoot Me Down | |
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Musik: Text: Erschienen auf: - Bring It On - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Schieß mich nieder) - 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. | On those sentimental nights You hold me in your sights And shoot me down And though there ain't no enemy here You keep me very near And shoot me down Shoot me down You hands, they flutter up Armed and dangerous, my buttercup And shoot me down In flames Stand back, stand back and let me breathe I think I'm falling out of here I can here the grass grow, I can here the melting snow I can feel your breathe against my ear I might just disappear Wouldn't that be nice Wouldn't that be nice Well wouldn't that be nice I look into your eyes And it comes as no great surprise You're gonna shoot me down Shoot me down I know that when you smile It'll be just a short, little while Shoot me down In flames Shoot me down In flames Shoot me down In flames |
| Swing Low | |
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Musik: Text: Erschienen auf: - Bring It On - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Schwing tief) - 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. | How is little Thomas McGee? Thomas McGee, he swallowed a key did he die, little Thomas McGee? Holly, Holly just let him be he's wiser now, little Thomas McGee Called this kid on the telephone heart was beating in my chest I needed something I could not digest and the phone kept ringing there's no one home Ran to his house, rapped on the window blood was pumping much to fast stuck my fingers through the glass strange music playing on the radio swing low swing low swing low swing low way down low and carry me home Pray like Peter, preach like Paul Jesus died to save us all I climbed through the window I crawled on the floor I ripped off all the furniture but I still couldn't find what i was looking for Problems to you we claim as our own cannot be solved they must be outgrown the bottomless knowledge that can not be known the empty ringing of the telephone and the strange music playing on the radio swing low swing low swing low swing low way down low and carry me home where do you go, where do you go swing low baby save my soul where do you, where do you swing low, baby, save my soul swing low swing low swing low swing low |
| Little Ghost Song | |
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Musik: Text: Erschienen auf: - He Wants You / Babe, I'm On Fire - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Kleines Geisterlied) - 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. | Same as "Right Out Of Your Hand" |
| Everything Must Converge | |
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Musik: Text: Erschienen auf: - He Wants You / Babe, I'm On Fire - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Alles muss sich zusammenfügen) - 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. | Everything must converge, In time And so it goes, by and by. Everything must converge, Some day, Somehow, some way... Everything must converge, In time, Or so it seems and by and by, Every little thing must converge, It's true, By and by and so they say... Like the river that runs to the sea, Like the sun going down on me... Everything must converge, One day But I hope, And I pray That everything must converge, It's true, In time, For me and you Like the river that runs to the sea Like the sun going down on me. Everything... must converge Everything... must converge In time In time In time |
| Nocturama | |
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Musik: Text: Erschienen auf: - Rock Of Gibraltar - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Nocturama) - 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. | I passed by the Silent Tiger The Ailing Ape The Forgotten Llama The Penguin face down in the water I retreat into the Nocturama When will I ever be your husband? When will you ever be my bride? When will you take me from this place Where hope and hopelessness collide? To be by your side (x8) Again and again Baby I'm not that strong I've got a chain around my ankle and it's dragging me down. Well nothing moves behind the glass Deep inside this artificial night Tiny eyes blink from the darkness Saying everything will be alright It'll be alright (x4) To be by your side (x4) Well again and again Baby I'm not that tough When Night falls 'round here it's never Night enough. To be by your side (x8) It will be alright (x4) To be by your side (x4) Again and again and again and again... |
| She's Leaving You | |
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Musik: NC&TBS Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - Nature Boy - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Sie verlässt Dich) - 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. | You were planning to stay in You had it carefully planned Your coat was hanging in the hall Your hat was in your hand You walked over to your woman Your pale, distracted love Who was trying to put the wrong hand Into the wrong glove Are you leaving, dear? Are you leaving, dear? Are you leaving, dear? Are you leaving me behind? Are you leaving, dear? Leaving you one kiss at a time So you start reading all her books All the magazines Just to get a better understanding Your brain feels like it's dead Your eyes are hanging out your head You were hoping for something less demanding Well, then you see staring out at you From a photo book A man with an eye patch And a bent 'n bloody hook You wished to God that you'd never went and took a look Cause you see in that moment that you know That she's leaving you She's leaving you behind Well yeah, she's leaving you She's leaving you one kiss at a time Well, now she's taking you to bed Her legs wrapped 'round your head You're losing her to some crazy kind of motion You keep coming up for air You look around and stare Find you're swimming into completely different oceans You're wondering if she's thinking About some other man She says "Come on baby, you know you are my loverman" You're going nuts, you don't know exactly what to say She says "Don't worry, baby, This is just my little way" Of leaving you She's leaving you behind Oh man, she's leaving you She's leaving you one kiss at a time She keeps saying "Hey, don't hate me" She keeps saying "Hate is just some kind of failure of the imagination" She keeps saying things like this Now she's giving you a kiss Now she's got you dragging her to the station The sun just slipped out of the sky This is a black letter day Her train is moving down the platform And it's drawing away You're crying buckets She gives her glove a wave She says "Oh, come on baby, that's no way to behave" When I'm leaving you She's leaving you behind Oh yeah, she's leaving you She's leaving you one kiss at a time Oh man, she's leaving you She's leaving you behind Yeah, she's leaving you She's leaving you one kiss at a time She's leaving you She's leaving you behind Yeah, she's leaving you She's leaving you behind Yeah, she's leaving you She's leaving you behind Yeah, she's leaving you She's leaving you one kiss at a time |
| Under This Moon | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - Breathless / There She Goes, My Beautiful World - B-Sides & Rarities Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Unter diesem Mond) - 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. | It's been a pleasure dear to find your treasure here and scatter it across the sand heaps of coins and ruby rings and a yellow bird that sings songs of sorrow to your memory Well stand back from that window sill im not holding you here against your will well Im just trying my best to heal this crazy old wounded moon its alright under this moon tonight with you, dear it's alright under this moon tonight Your mouth is a crimson boat in which my kisses float in silence to the sea oh well I love your touch I love it very much deliriously Your lover just called he's on the phone I'm telling you kindly that you're not alone your smiling eyes shine like precious stones falling from the sky Well it's alright under these stars tonight with you baby it's alright it's alright under these stars tonight let's get it on and further more and in conjunction and in some other time and space well all joy will come to you, to me, to everyone ah babe didnt we have it made well love is sweet it is agreed as we float in the shallows of the deep and on a bed of seaweed sleep among the pebbles and the sand well it's alright under this moon tonight with you well it's alright it's alright under this moon tonight |
Alle Zeiten sind MESZ (Westeuropa)
