Тексты песен «Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds»

[As sung by Mick Harvey; Nick's live versions deviate from this.] Credits: Humphreys/Lovett/Richards/Lynch/Anderson/LPA I look at you in your sad dark eyes And your gypsy face with your spanish grace With your words...

[As sung by Mick Harvey; Nick's live versions deviate from this.] Credits: Humphreys/Lovett/Richards/Lynch/Anderson/LPA I look at you in your sad dark eyes And your gypsy face with your spanish grace With your words...

Down the road I look and there runs Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries We go down to the river where the willows weep Take a naked root for a lovers seat That rose out of the bitten soil But sound to the ground by...

Down the road I look and there runs Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries We go down to the river where the willows weep Take a naked root for a lovers seat That rose out of the bitten soil Sound to the ground by...

Down the road I look and there runs Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries We go down to the river where the willows weep Take a naked root for a lovers seat That rose out of the bitten soil But sound to the ground by...

I climbed the hill, lay in the grass A little dark-eyed girl drifted past She said all the best is come, it could not last And the worst, it has come true Her hands are small and fluttered up I lay amongst the...

I climbed the hill, lay in the grass A little dark eyes girl drifted past She said, "All the best has come, it could not last And the worst is has come true" Her hands were small and fluttered up A lamb amongst the...

Born of the river, Born of its ever-changing, never-changing murky water Oh riverboat just rollin' along through the great great greasy city Huck standing like a Saint, upon its deck If ya wanna catch a Saint, then bait...

Born of the river, Born of it's ever-changing, never-changing murky water Oh riverboat just rollin' along through the great great greasy city Huck standing like a Saint, upon it's deck If ya wanna catch a Saint, Then...

Born of the river, Born of its never-changing, never-changing murky water Huck standing like a Saint, upon its deck If ya wanna catch a Saint, then bait ja hook, let's take a walk... 'O come to me!, O come to me!' is...

Born of the river, born of its ever changing Never changing murky water Oh, riverboat just rolling along through The great, great greasy city Huck Standing like a saint upon its deck If ya wanna catch a saint Then bait...

O say goodbye to the little girl tree O you know that I must say goodbye To the little girl tree This wall I built around you Is made out of stone-lies O little girl the truth would be An axe in thee O father look to...

O say goodbye to the little girl tree O you know that I must say goodbye To the little girl tree This wall I built around you Is made out of stone-lies O little girl the truth would be An axe in thee O father look to...

O say goodbye to the little girl tree. O you know that I must say goodbye To the little girl tree. This wall I built around you Is made out of stone-lies. O little girl the truth would be An axe in thee. O father look...

O say goodbye to the little girl tree. O you know that I must say goodbye To the little girl tree. This wall I built around you Is made out of stone-lies. O little girl the truth would be An axe in thee. O father look...

Well, I lived with one Well, I lived with one, I lived with two, I even lived with a third I wanna tell you about number one He was a miserable shitwringing turd Like he reminded me of some evil gnome Shakin hands was...

Well, I lived with one Well, I lived with one, I lived with two, I even lived with a third I wanna tell you about number one He was a miserable shitwringing turd Like he reminded me of some evil gnome Shakin hands was...

Well, I lived with one Well, I lived with one, I lived with two, I even lived with a third I wanna tell you about number one He was a miserable shitwringing turd Like he reminded me of some evil gnome Shakin hands was...

This is a dead letter tale If I could make this print talk You made a deep mark/deep mark on me And only saints say such things as those So I slid under the floor Under the oak and the iron With you under oak and iron...

This is a dead letter tale If I could make this print talk You made a deep mark/deep mark on me and only saints say such things as those so I slid under the floor under the oak and the iron with you under oak and iron...