Тексты песен «Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds»

It's up in the morning it's on the downs And little white clouds like gamboling lambs And I am breathless over you And the red-breasted robin beats his wings His throat it trembles when he sings For he is helpless...

It's up in the morning and on the downs Little white clouds like gambolling lambs And I am breathless over you And the red-breasted robin beats his wings His throat it trembles when he sings For he is helpless before...

This garden that I built for you That you sit in now and yearn I will never leave it, dear I could not bear to return And find it all untended With the trees all bended low This garden is our home, dear And I got...

This garden that I built for you That you sit in now and yearn I will never leave it, dear I could not bear to return And find it all untended With the trees all bended low This garden is our home, dear And I got...

Up those stone steps I climb Hail this joyful day's return Into its great shadowed vault I go Hail the Pentecostal morn The reading is from Luke 24 Where Christ returns to his loved ones I look at the stone apostles...

Up those stone steps I climb Hail this joyful day's return Into its great shadowed vault I go Hail the Pentecostal morn The reading is from Luke 24 Where Christ returns to his loved ones I look at the stone apostles...

Up those stone steps I climb Hail this joyful day's return Into its great shadowed vault I go Hail the Pentecostal morn The reading is from Luke 24 Where Christ returns to His loved ones I look at the stone apostles...

Up those stone steps I climb Hail this joyful day's return Into its great shadowed vault I go Hail the Pentecostal morn The reading is from Luke 24 Where Christ returns to his loved ones I look at the stone...

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (l,m) Nick Cave (p) Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds < Nick Cave: vocals; Mick Harvey: rhythm guitar, organ; Blixa...

Brother, my cup is empty And I haven't got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home I am the captain of my pain Tis the bit, the bridle, The trashing cane The stirrup, the harness The whipping mane The...

Brother, my cup is empty And I haven't got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home Oh brother, my cup is empty And I haven't got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home I am the captain of my...

Brother, my cup is empty And I haven't got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home I am the captain of my pain Tis the bit, the bridle, The trashing cane The stirrup, the harness The whipping mane The...

(J. Webb) By the time I get to Phoenix, she'll be rising And she'll find that note that I left hanging on the door And she'll laugh when she reads the part That says: "I'm leaving" Cause I've left that girl so many...

By the time I get to Phoenix he'll be risin' He'll find the note I left hangin' on his door And he'll laugh when he reads the part that says I'm leavin' 'Cause I've left that man so many times before By the time I make...

(J. Webb) By the time I get to Phoenix, she'll be rising And she'll find that note that I left hanging on the door And she'll laugh when she reads the part That says: "I'm leaving" Cause I've left that girl so many...

The Captain's fore-arm like bunched-up rope With A-N-I-T-A wrigglin' free on a skull'n'dagger And a portrait of Christ, nailed to an anchor Etched into his upper... O o o' Cabin Fever! O o o' Cabin Fever! Slams his...

The captains fore-arm like bunched-up rope With A-N-I-T-A wrigglin' free on a skull 'n dagger And a portrait of Christ, nailed to an anchor Etched into his upper O, O, O cabin fever! O, O, O cabin fever! Slams his...

The Captain's fore-arm like bunched-up rope with A-N-I-T-A wrigglin' free on a skull'n'dagger and a portrait of Christ, nailed to an anchor etched into his upper... O o o' Cabin Fever! O o o' Cabin Fever! Slams his...

The Captain's fore-arm like buncht-up rope with A-N-I-T-A wrigglin free onto skull'n'dagger and a portrait of Christ, nailed to an anchor etched into the upper... Slams his fucken tin-dish down Our Captain, takes time...

You have a heart and I have a key Lie back and let me unlock you Those heathens you hang with down by the sea All they want to do is defrock you I know a river, where we can dream It will swell up, burst it's banks,...