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| 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 |
| 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 |
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