Тексты песен «Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds»

I've felt you coming girl, as you drew near I knew you'd find me, cause I longed you here Are you my desitiny? Is this how you'll appear? Wrapped in a coat with the tears in your eyes? Well take that coat babe, and...

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...

If you miss the train I'm on Then you know that I'll be gone You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles...

If you miss the train I'm on Then you know that I'll be gone You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles...

Who'll build a box for Black Paul? Ah'm enquirin on behalf of his soul Ah'd be beholdin to ya all For a lil information, just a little indication Just who'll dig the hole? When ya done ransackin' his room Grabbin any...

Who'll build a box for Black Paul? Ah'm enquirin on behalf of his soul Ah'd be beholdin to ya all For a lil information, yes some kinda information Just who'll dig the hole? When ya done ransackin his room grabbin...

Who'll build a box for Black Paul? Ah'm enquirin on behalf of his soul Ah'd be beholdin to ya all For a lil information, just a little indication Just who'll dig the hole? When ya done ransackin' his room grabbin any...

Who'll build a box for Black Paul? Ah'm enquirin on behalf of his soul Ah'd be beholdin to ya all For a lil information, just a little indication Just who'll dig the hole? When ya done ransackin' his room grabbin any...

This is True Mister nothing said forever said I can sing Hit it! Make it a dead one With words like Blood, soldier mother O.K. O.k. I want to sleep before the end Which is impolite Hit It! Make it a dead one If nothing...

This is True Mister nothing said forever said I can sing Hit it! Make it a dead one with words like blood, soldier mother O.K. O.k. I want to sleep before the end which is impolite Hit It! Make it a dead one If nothing...

The sun is high up in the sky and I'm in my car Drifting down into the abattoir Do you see what I see, dear? The air grows heavy, I listen to your breath Entwined together in this culture of death Do you see what I...

The sun is high up in the sky and I'm in my car Drifting down into the abattoir Do you see what I see, dear? The air grows heavy. I listen to your breath Entwined together in this culture of death Do you see what I...

Once there came a storm in the form of a girl It blew to pieces my snug little world Sometimes I swear I can still hear her howl Down through the wreckage and the ruins And it ain't gonna rain anymore Now my baby's...

Once there came a storm in the form of a girl It blew to pieces my snug little world Sometimes I swear I can still hear her howl Down through the wreckage and the ruins And it ain't gonna rain anymore Now my baby's gone...

Once there came a storm in the form of a girl It blew to pieces my snug little world Sometimes I swear, I can still hear it howl Down through the wreckage and the ruins And it ain't gonna rain anymore Now my baby's...

Once there came a storm in the form of a girl It blew to pieces my snug little world Sometimes I swear I can still hear her howl Down through the wreckage and the ruins And it ain't gonna rain anymore Now my baby's...

Albert, he goes west He crosses the vast indifferent deserts of Arizona, oh yeah He had a psychotic episode on a dude ranch That involved a bottle of ammonia Henry, he went south and lost his way Deep in the weeping...

Albert, he goes west He crosses the vast indifferent deserts of Arizona, oh yeah He had a psychotic episode on a dude ranch That involved a bottle of ammonia Henry, he went south and lost his way Deep in the weeping...

Hushaby, don' you cry Go to sleepy little baby When you awake you shall have cake And all the pretty little horses. Blacks and Bays, Dapples and Grays Coach, and a six a little horses. So hushaby, etc. Way down...

Hushaby, don' you cry Go to sleepy little baby When you awake you shall have cake And all the pretty little horses. Blacks and Bays, Dapples and Grays Coach, and a six a little horses. So hushaby, etc. Way down...