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| Intro | |
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Musik: Text: Platzhalter Erschienen auf: - The Road To God Knows Where / Live At The Paradiso Übersetzungen: Im Forum gibt es offenbar noch keine Diskussion zur Übersetzung dieses Stücks. Du kannst hier klicken, um einen Beitrag einzustellen. | |
| 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. |
| The Loom of the Land | |
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Musik: Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - Henry's Dream - Henry's Dream - The Love Ballads EP - The Road To God Knows Where / Live At The Paradiso Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Das Auftauchen Des Landes) - 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 the dirty end of winter Along the loom of the land When I walked with sweet Sally Hand upon hand And the wind it bit bitter For a boy of no means With no shoes on his feet And a knife in his jeans Along the loom of the land The mission bells peeled From the tower at Saint Mary's Down to Reprobate Fields And I saw that the world Was all blessed and bright And Sally breathed softly In the majestic night O baby please don't cry And try to keep Your little hand upon my shoulder Now go to sleep The elms and the poplars Were turning their backs Past the rumbling station We followed the tracks We found an untrodden path And followed it down The moon in the sky Like a dislodged crown My hands they burned In the folds of her coat Breathing milky white air From deep in her throat O baby please don't cry And try to keep Your little head upon my shoulder Now go to sleep I told Sally in whispers I'll never bring you harm Her breast it was small And warm in my palm I told her the moon Was a magical thing That it shone gold in winter And silver in spring And we walked and walked Across the endless sands Just me and my Sally Along the loom of the land O baby please don't cry And try to keep Your little head upon my shoulder Now go to sleep |
| The Ship Song | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - The Good Son - Live Seeds - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - The Ship Song - I Had A Dream, Joe - I Had A Dream, Joe - European Tour 92 - Live at the Paradiso - 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 - The Road To God Knows Where / Live At The Paradiso - Nick Cave - I Przyjaciele (W Moich Ramionach) - Subterania Club 1999 Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Das Schiffslied) - 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. | Come sail your ships around me And burn your bridges down We make a little history, baby Every time you come around Come loose your dogs upon me And let your hair hang down You are a little mystery to me Every time you come around We talk about it all night long We define our moral ground But when I crawl into your arms Everything comes tumbling down Come sail your ships around me And burn your bridges down We make a little history, baby Every time you come around Your face has fallen sad now For you know the time is nigh When I must remove your wings And you, you must try to fly Come sail your ships around me And burn your bridges down We make a little history, baby Every time you come around Come loose your dogs upon me And let your hair hang down You are a little mystery to me Every time you come around Come sail your ships around me And burn your bridges down We make a little history, baby Every time you come around |
| Tupelo | |
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Musik: Harvey, Adamson Text: Cave Erschienen auf: - The First Born Is Dead - Live Seeds - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Tupelo - The Firstborn Is Dead - Tupelo - The Mercy Seat - Live at the Paradiso - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - The Videos - The Road To God Knows Where / Live At The Paradiso Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Tupelo) - 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. | Looka yonder! Looka yonder! Looka yonder! A big black cloud come! A big black cloud come! O comes to Tupelo. Comes to Tupelo Yonder on the horizon Yonder on the horizon Stopped at the mighty river Stopped at the mighty river and Sucked the damn thing dry Tupelo-o-o, O Tupelo In a valley hides a town called Tupelo Distant thunder rumble. Distant thunder rumble Rumble hungry like the Beast The Beast it cometh, cometh down The Beast it cometh, cometh down Wo wo wo-o-o Tupelo bound. Tupelo-o-o. Yeah Tupelo The Beast it cometh, Tupelo bound Why the hen won't lay no egg Can't get that cock to crow The nag is spooked and crazy O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo! Ya can say these streets are rivers Ya can call these rivers streets Ya can tell ya self ya dreaming buddy But no sleep runs this deep No! No sleep runs this deep No sleep runs this deep Women at their windows Rain crashing on the pane Writing in the frost Tupelos' shame. Tupelo's shame O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo! O go to sleep lil children The sandmans on his way O go to sleep lil children The sandmans in his way But the lil children know They listen to the beating of their blood listen to the beating of their blood listen to the beating of their blood listen to the beating of their blood They listen to the beating of their blood The sandman's mud! The sandman's mud! And the black rain come down the black rain come down the black rain come down Water water everywhere Where no bird can fly no fish can swim Where no bird can fly no fish can swim No fish can swim Until The King is born! Until The King is born! In Tupelo! Tupelo-o-o! Til The King is born in Tupelo! In a clap-board shack with a roof of tin Where the rain came down and leaked within A young mother frozen on a concrete floor With a bottle and a box and a cradle of straw Tupelo-o-o! O Tupelo! With a bottle and a box and a cradle of straw Well Saturday gives what Sunday steals And a child is born on his brothers heels Come Sunday morn the first-born dead In a shoebox tied with a ribbon of red Tupelo-o-o! Hey Tupelo! In a shoebox buried with a ribbon of red O ma-ma rock you lil' one slow O ma-ma rock your baby O ma-ma rock your lil' one slow O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo! Mama rock your lil' one slow The lil one will walk on Tupelo The lil one will walk on Tupelo Black rain come down, Black rain come down Tupelo-o-o! Yeah Tupelo! And carry the burden of Tupelo Tupelo-o-o! O Tupelo! Yeah! The King will walk on Tupelo! Tupelo-o-o! O Tupelo! He carried the burden outa Tupelo! Tupelo-o-o! Hey Tupelo! [Repeat] You will reap just what you sow |
| 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 Good Son | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - The Good Son - Live Seeds - I Had A Dream, Joe - I Had A Dream, Joe - I Had A Dream, Joe - European Tour 92 - Live at the Paradiso - The Road To God Knows Where / Live At The Paradiso Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Der Gute Sohn) - 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. | One more man gone One more man gone One more man One more man gone One more man gone One more man Is gone The good son walks into the field He is a tiller, he has a tiller's hands But down in his heart now He lays down his queer plans Against his brother and against his family Yet he worships his brother And he worships his mother But it's his father, he says, Is an unfair man The good son The good son The good son The good son has sat and often wept Beneath a malign star By which he's kept And the night-time in which he's wrapped Speaks of good and speaks of evil And he calls to his mother And he calls to his father But they are deaf in the shadows Of his brother's truancy The good son The good son The good son The good son And he curses his mother And he curses his father And he curses his virtue like an unclean thing The good son The good son The good son One more man gone One more man gone One more man One more man gone One more man gone One more man One more man gone One more man gone One more man (Repeat) |
| The Carny | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - Your Funeral...My Trial - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Wings Of Desire - I Had A Dream, Joe - I Had A Dream, Joe - I Had A Dream, Joe - European Tour 92 - Live at the Paradiso - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - The Road To God Knows Where / Live At The Paradiso - Nick Cave - I Przyjaciele (W Moich Ramionach) Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Der Schausteller) - 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. | And no-one saw the carny go And the weeks flew by Until they moved on the show Leaving his caravan behind It was parked out on the south east ridge And as the company crossed the bridge With the first rain filling the bone-dry river bed It shone, just so, upon the edge Dog-boy, atlas, half-man, the geeks, the hired hands There was not one among them that did not cas an eye behind In the hope that the carny would return to his own kind And the carny had a horse, all skin and bone A bow-backed nag, that he named "Sorrow" How it is buried in a shallow grave In the then parched meadow And the dwarves were given the task of digging the ditch And laying the nag's carcass in the ground And boss Bellini, waving his smoking pistol around saying "The nag is dead meat" "We caint afford to carry dead weight" The whole company standing about Not making a sound And turning to dwarves perched on the enclosure gate The boss says "Bury this lump of crow bait" And thean the rain came Everybody running for their wagons Tying all the canvas flaps down The mangy cats crowling in ther cages The bird-girl flapping and squawking around The whole valley reeking of wet beast Wet beast and rotten hay Freak and brute creation Packed up and on their way The three dwarves peering from their wagon's hind Moses says to Noah "We shoulda dugga deepa one" Their grizzled faces like dying moons Still dirty from the digging done And as the company passed from the valley Into a higher ground The rain beat on the ridge and on the meadow And on the mound Until nothing was left, nothing at all Except the body of Sorrow That rose in time To float upon the surface of the eaten soil And a murder of crows did circle round First one, then the others flapping blackly down And the carny's van still sat upon the edge Tilting slowly as the firm ground turned to sludge And the rain it hammered down And no-one saw the carny go I say it's funny how things go |
| Papa Won't Leave You, Henry | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - Henry's Dream - Live Seeds - Henry's Dream - Live at the Paradiso - God Is In The House - The Road To God Knows Where / Live At The Paradiso Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Papa wird dich nicht verlassen, Henry) - 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 went out walking the other day The wind hung wet around my neck My head it rung with screams and groans From the night I spent amongst her bones I passed beside the mission house Where that mad old buzzard, the reverend, Shrieked and flapped about life after your dead Well, I thought about my friend, Michel How they rolled him in linoleum And shot him in the neck A bloody halo, like a think-bubble Circling his head And I bellowed at the firmament Looks like the rains are hear to stay And the rain pissed down upon me And washed me all away Saying Papa won't leave you, Henry Papa won't leave you, Boy Papa won't leave you, Henry Papa won't leave you, Boy Well, the road is long And the road is hard And many fall by the side But Papa won't leave you, Henry So there ain't no need to cry And I went on down the road He went on down the road And I went on down the road He went on down the road Well, the moon it looked exhausted Like something you should pity Spent an age-spotted Above the sizzling wires of the city Well, it reminded me of her face Her bleached and hungry eyes Her hair was like a curtain Falling open with the laughter And closing with the lies But the ghost of her still lingers on Though she's passed through me And is gone The slum dogs, they are barking And the rain children on the streets And the tears that we will weep today Will all be washed away By the tears that we will weep again tomorrow Papa won't leave you, Henry Papa won't leave you, Boy Papa won't leave you, Henry Papa won't leave you, Boy For the road is long And the road is hard And many fall by the side But Papa won't leave you, Henry So there ain't no need to cry And I went on down the road He went on down the road And I went on down the road He went on down the road And I came upon a little house A little house upon a hill And I entered through, the curtain hissed Into the house with its blood-red bowels Where wet-lipped women with greasy fists Crawled the ceilings and the walls They filled me full of drink And led me round the rooms Naked and cold and grinning Until everything went black And I came down spinning I awoke so drunk and full of rage That I could hardly speak A fag in a whale-bone corset Draping his dick across my cheek And its into the shame And its into a guilt And its into the fucking fray And the walls ran red around me A warm arterial spray Saying Papa won't leave you, Henry Papa won't leave you, Boy Papa won't leave you, Henry Papa won't leave you, Boy Well, the night is dark And the night is deep And its jaws are open wide But Papa won't leave you, Henry So there ain't no need to cry And I went on down the road He went on down the road And I went on down the road He went on down the road It's the rainy season where I'm living Death comes leaping out of every doorway Wasting you for money, for your clothes And for your nothing Entire towns being washed away Favelas exploding on inflammable spillways Lynch-mobs, death squads, babies being born without brains The mad heat and the relentless rains And if you stick your arm into that hole It comes out sheared off to the bone And with her kisses bubbling on my lips I swiped the rain and nearly missed And I went on down the road He went on down the road Singing Papa won't leave you, Henry Papa won't leave you, Boy Papa won't leave you, Henry Papa won't leave you, Boy Well, the road is long And the road is hard And many fall by the side But Papa won't leave you, Henry So there ain't no need to cry And I went on down the road He went on down the road And I went on down the road He went on down the road Bent Beneath my heavy load Under his heavy load Yeah, I went on down the road Yeah, he went on down the road Woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah And I went on down that road |
| The Weeping Song | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - The Good Son - Live Seeds - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - The Weeping Song - The Weeping Song - The Weeping Song - The Weeping Song - The Weeping Song - Live at the Paradiso - The Wonderful World Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - The Wonderful World of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Live At The Royal Albert Hall - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - The Videos - W Moich Ramionach (Into My Arms) - God Is In The House - The Road To God Knows Where / Live At The Paradiso - Nick Cave - I Przyjaciele (W Moich Ramionach) Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Das Lied Des Weinens) - 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. | Go son, go down to the water And see the women weeping there Then go up into the mountains The men, they are weeping too Father, why are all the women weeping? They are weeping for their men Then why are all the men there weeping? They are weeping back at them This is a weeping song A song in which to weep While all the men and women sleep This is a weeping song But I won't be weeping long Father, why are all the children weeping? They are merely crying son O, are they merely crying, father? Yes, true weeping is yet to come This is a weeping song A song in which to weep While all the little children sleep This is a weeping song But I won't be weeping long O father tell me, are you weeping? Your face seems wet to touch O then I'm so sorry, father I never thought I hurt you so much This is a weeping song A song in which to weep While we rock ourselves to sleep This is a weeping song But I won't be weeping long No, I won't be weeping long No, I won't be weeping long No, I won't be weeping long |
| In The Ghetto | |
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Musik: M. Davies Text: M. Davies Erschienen auf: - In the Ghetto - The Firstborn Is Dead - Tupelo - The Videos - The Road To God Knows Where / Live At The Paradiso Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Im Getto) - 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. | As the snow flies On a cold and grey Chicago morn A poor little baby child is born In the ghetto And his mama cries Cause there's one thing that she don't need Is another little hungry mouth to feed In the ghetto Oh people don't you understand This child needs a helping hand He's gonna grow to be an angry young man some day Take a look at you and me Are we that blind to see? Do we simply turn our heads And look the other way? And the world turns And the hungry little boy with the runny nose Plays in the streets as the cold wind blows In the ghetto And his hunger burns So he starts to roam the streets at night And he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight In the ghetto Then one night in desperation The young man breaks away He buys a gun and steals a car He tries to run but he don't get far And his mama cries A crowd gathers round an angry young man Face down in the street With a gun in his hand In the ghetto Oh people don't you understand This child needs a helping hand He's gonna grow to be an angry young man some day Take a look at you and me Are we that blind to see? Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way? And as her young man dies On a cold and grey Chicago morn Another little baby child is born In the ghetto |
| From Her To Eternity | |
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Musik: Cave, Bargeld, Race, Adamson, Harvey Text: Cave, Lane Erschienen auf: - From Her To Eternity - Live Seeds - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds Live - The Mercy Seat - Wings Of Desire - Good Songs - Live at the Paradiso - The Wonderful World Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - The Wonderful World of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - The Road To God Knows Where / Live At The Paradiso Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Von ihr bis in die Ewigkeit) - 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. | Ah wanna tell ya 'bout a girl You know, she lives in room 29 Why... Why... that's the one right up top a mine Ah start to cry, Ah start to cry O Ah hear her walkin' Walkin' barefoot cross the floor-boards All thru this lonesome night Ah hear her crying too. Hot-tears come splashin on down Leaking thru the cracks, Down upon my face, Ah catch'em in my mouth! Ah catch'em in my mouth! Ah catch'em in my mouth! Walk'n'cry Walk'n'cry-y!!! From her to eternity! From her to eternity! From her to eternity! Ah read her diary on her sheets Scrutinizin' every lil bit of dirt Tore out a page'n'stufft it inside my shirt Fled outa the window, And shinning it down the vine Outa her night-mare, and back into mine Mine! O Mine! From her to eternity! From her to eternity! From her to eternity! Cry! Cry! CRY! She's wearing them bloo-stockens, ah bet! and standin' like this with my ear to the ceiling Listen, Ah know it must sound absurd but Ah can hear the most melancholy sound Ah ever heard! Walk'n'cry! Kneel'n'cry-y! From her to eternity! From her to eternity! O tell me why? O tell me why? Oh Why? Why? Why? O tell me why and don't tell me a lie! Why the ceiling still shakes? Shakes! Shakes! Shakes! Why the fixtures turn to serpents and snakes? This desire to possess her is a wound and its naggin at me like a shrew but, Ah know, that to possess her Is, therefore, not to desire her. O o o then ya know, that lil girl would just have to go! Go! Go-o-o! From her to eternity! From her to eternity! [Repeat] |
| New Morning | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - Tender Prey - Live Seeds - The Mercy Seat - The Mercy Seat - The Mercy Seat - Live at the Paradiso - The Road To God Knows Where / Live At The Paradiso Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Neuer Morgen) - 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. | One morn I awakened A new sun was shining The sky was a Kingdom All covered in blood The moon and the stars Where the troops that lay conquered Like fruit left to wither Poor spiritual food And the spears of bright sun All brave with it conquest Did hover unearthly In banners of fire I kneit in the garden Awash with the dawning And a voice came so brightly I covered my eyes Thank you for giving This bright new morning So steeped seemed the evening In darkness and blood There'll be no sadness There'll be no sorrow There'll be no road too narrow There'll be a new day And it's today For us |
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