Тексты песен «Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds»

These chains of sorrow They are heavy, it is true And these locks cannot be broken No, not with one thousand keys O Jailer, you're dragging Ball and chain, you cannot see You can lay your burden on me You can lay down...

These chains of sorrow, they are heavy, it is true And these locks cannot be broken, no, not with one thousand keys O Jailer, you wear a ball-n-chain you cannot see You can lay your burden on me You can lay your burden...

These chains of sorrow, they are heavy, it is true And these locks cannot be broken, no, not with one thousand keys O Jailer, you drag a ball-n-chain you cannot see You can lay your burden on me You can lay your burden...

These chains of sorrow, they are heavy, it is true And these locks cannot be broken, No, not with one thousand keys O Jailer, you drag a ball-n-chain you cannot see You can lay your burden on me You can lay your burden...

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...

I met a little girl in Knoxville A town we all know well And every Sunday evening Out 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...

I've seen your fairground hair, your seaside eyes Your vampire tooth, your little truth Your tiny lies I know your trembling hand, your guilty prize Your sleeping limbs, your foreign hymns Your midnight cries So dry...

I've seen your fairground hair, Your seaside eyes Your vampire tooth, your little truth Your tiny lies I know your trembling hand, your guilty prize Your sleeping limbs, your foreign hymns Your midnight cries So dry...

I've seen your fairground hair, your seaside eyes Your vampire tooth, your little truth and your tiny lies And I know your trembling hand, your guilty prize Your sleeping limbs, your foreign hymns and your midnight...

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (l,m) Cave (p) Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds < Nick Cave: vocals, piano, hammond, harmonica; Mick Harvey: bass,...

They're gonna lay me low (Lay me low) They're gonna sink me in the snow (Lay me low) They're gonna throw back their heads and crow (Lay me low) When I go (When I go) They're gonna jump and shout (Lay me low)...

They're gonna lay me low (Lay me low) They're gonna sink me in the snow They're gonna throw back their heads and crow When I go They're gonna jump and shout (Lay me low) They're gonna wave their arms about All the...

They're gonna lay me low (Lay me low) They're gonna sink me in the snow They're gonna throw back their heads and crow When I go They're gonna jump and shout (Lay me low) They're gonna wave their arms about All the...

They're gonna lay me low (Lay me low) They're gonna sink me in the snow They're gonna throw back their heads and crow When I go They're gonna jump and shout (Lay me low) They're gonna wave their arms about All the...

C'mon, kind Sir, let's walk outside And breathe the autumn air See the many that have lived and died See the unending golden stair See all of us that have come behind Clutching at your hem All the way from Arkansas To...

C'mon, kind sir, let's walk outside Breathe the autumn air See the many that have lived and died See the unending golden stair See all of us that have come behind Clutching at your hem All the way from Arkansas To your...

Well, you lost a foe and you found a friend (Lie down here and be my girl) I'm back now baby, that man He won't be coming 'round here again (Lie down here and be my girl) I try to take care but baby You're as brittle...

Well, you lost a foe and you found a friend (Lie down here and be my girl) I'm back now baby, that man He won't be coming 'round here again (Lie down here and be my girl) I try to take care but baby You're as brittle...

The boatman calls from the lake A lone dives upon the water I put my hand over hers Down in the lime tree arbour The wind in the trees is whispering Whispering low that I love her She puts her hand over mine...

The Boatman calls from the lake A lone loon dives upon the water I put my hand over hers Down in the lime tree arbour The wind in the trees is whispering Whispering low thar I love her She puts her hand over mine Down...