Тексты песен «Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds»

Yo me pare en el agua En el mes mas crudo del invierno La piel de mi camello torturaba Estaba en mi estado natural El viento, seaor, era desagradable Estaba tan solo Tal como predije Mis seguidores se fueron Y llore...

She was a catch, We were a match I was the match that would fire up her snatch There was a catch I was no match I was fired from her crutch Now I sit around and watch The mermaids sun themselves out on the rocks They...

I hope you're sitting comfortably I saved you the best seat in the house Right up in the front row The stars have been torn down The moon is locked away And the land is banked in frozen snow You are a forte of nature,...

I hope you're sittin' comfortably I saved you the best seat in the house Right up in the front row Well, the stars have been torn down And the moon is locked away The land is banked in frozen snow You are a forte...

Hold that chrysalis in your palm See it split and change It won't do you any harm It's just trying to rearrange It was born to live a day Now it flies up from your hand It's beautiful It's the one they call your ever...

Hold that chrysalis in your palm See it split and change It won't do you any harm It's just trying to rearrange It was born to live a day Now it flies up from your hand It's beautiful It's the one they call your ever...

Mister frog went a-courting and he did ride Uh-hmm, Uh-hmm Mister frog went a-courting and he did ride A sword and pistol by his side Uh-hmm, Uh-hmm. He went down to Missy Mousie's door Where he had often been before...

Mister frog went a-courting and he did ride Uh-hmm, Uh-hmm Mister frog went a-courting and he did ride A sword and pistol by his side Uh-hmm, Uh-hmm. He went down to Missy Mousie's door Where he had often been before...

Mister frog went a-courting and he did ride Uh-hmm, Uh-hmm Mister frog went a-courting and he did ride A sword and pistol by his side Uh-hmm, Uh-hmm. He went down to Missy Mousie's door Where he had often been before...

Nick performed this for the Italian film Mojo, and it is available on a CD called Soho. They call him Joe The Dragon He's on the water wagon He's got that look of mourning and concentration on his face Carries a 38...

They call him Joe The Dragon He's on the water wagon He's got that look of mourning and concentration on his face Carries a 38 special A six inch barrel The saddest damn man in the entire human race Mojo (4x) Joe's...

When I came up from out of the meat locker The city was gone The sky's full of lights The snow provides a silent cover In Moonland Under the stars Under the snow And I followed this car And I followed that car...

When I came up from out of the meat locker The city was gone The sky's full of lights The snow provides a silent cover In Moonland Under the stars Under the snow And I followed this car And I followed that car...

I walk into the corner of my room See my friends in high places I don't know which is which or who is whom They've stolen each other's faces Janet is there with her high head and hair And full of bedroom feathers Janet...

I walk into the corner of my room See my friends in high places I don't know which is which or who is whom They've stolen each other's faces Janet is there with her high head and hair And full of bedroom feathers Janet...

I have a friend in you, oh Mr Clarinet You make me laugh, and then cry like the song of the clarinet. Marry me, marry me alive O I put on my coat of trumpets Will she be there? Is my piccolo on straight? Her white...

I have a friend in you, oh Mr Clarinet You make me laugh, and then cry like the song of the clarinet. Marry me, marry me alive O I put on my coat of trumpets Will she be there? Is my piccolo on straight? Her white...

(J. Bundrick) Mary, grab the baby, the river's rising Muddy water taking back the land The old-frame house, she can't take-a one more beating Ain't no use to stay and make a stand Well the morning light shows water...

Mary, grab the baby, the river's rising Muddy water taking back the land The old-frame house, she can't take-a one more beating Ain't no use to stay and make a stand Well the morning light shows water in the valley...

(J. Bundrick) Mary, grab the baby, the river's rising Muddy water taking back the land The old-frame house, she can't take-a one more beating Ain't no use to stay and make a stand Well the morning light shows water in...