Schlagwort-Archive: Nick Cave

NICK CAVE – Leonard Cohen’s Suzanne

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Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she’s half crazy
But that’s why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you’ve always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you’ve touched her perfect body with your mind.

And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said „All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them“
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you’ll trust him
For he’s touched your perfect body with his mind.

Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she’s touched your perfect body with her mind.


Shoot Me Down or Take Me Home – Nick Cave trifft Tom Waits


take me home – you silly girl – put your arms around me – take me home –  you silly girl – all the world’s not round without you – I’m so sorry that I broke your heart – please don’t leave my side – take me home – you silly girl- cause I’m still in love you

On those sentimental nights
you hold me in your sights
shoot me down
Though there ain’t no enemy here
you keep me very near and shoot me down
shoot me down
your hands they flutter up
Armed and dangerous my buttercup
and shoot me down… in flames
Stand back baby, stand back and let me breathe
I think I fallin‘ outta‘ here
I can hear the grass grow
I can hear the melting snow
I can feel your breath against my hair
I might just disappear
Yeah, wouldn’t that be nice?
Yeah, wouldn’t that be nice?
Well, wouldn’t that be nice?
I look into your eyes
it comes as no great surprise
you’re gonna shoot me down
shoot me down
I know that when you smile
it’ll only be a short little while
Shoot me down… in flames
Shoot me down
in flames
Shoot me down
in flames
you’re gonna shoot me down
oh, in flames
shoot me down, shoot me down
in flames
shoot me down in flames
shoot me down in flames
shoot me down in flames


10-09-2010 – Nick Cave & Kylie Minogue – Where The Wild Roses Grow

They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day

From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
As she stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
They 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 the tears that ran down my face

CHORUS

On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I’d seen
I said, ‚Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?‘

On the second day he came with a single rose
Said: ‚Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?‘
I nodded my head, as I layed on the bed
He said, ‚If I show you the roses will you follow?‘

CHORUS

On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I kissed her goodbye, I said, ‚All beauty must die‘
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth


04-09-2010 – Nick Cave – Into My Arms

I don’t believe in an interventionist god
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if he felt he had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms

Into my arms, o lord
Into my arms, o lord
Into my arms, o lord
Into my arms

And I don’t believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that’s true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms

Into my arms, o lord
Into my arms, o lord
Into my arms, o lord
Into my arms

And I believe in love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candle burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore

Into my arms, o lord
Into my arms, o lord
Into my arms, o lord
Into my arms


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