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| Into My Arms | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - The Boatman's Call - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Into My Arms - Into My Arms - Promo cassette for "The Boatman's Call" - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - The Videos - W Moich Ramionach (Into My Arms) - free CD with "Independant on Sunday" (May 27) - God Is In The House - Nick Cave - I Przyjaciele (W Moich Ramionach) - Nick Cave - I Przyjaciele (W Moich Ramionach) - Subterania Club 1999 Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (In meine Arme) - Englisch-Deutsch - Nur Originaltext anzeigen Im Forum gibt es offenbar noch keine Diskussion zur Übersetzung dieses Stücks. Du kannst hier klicken, um einen Beitrag einzustellen. | I don't believe in an interventionist God But I know, darling, that you do But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him Not to intervene when it came to you Not to touch a hair on your head To leave you as you are And if He felt He had to direct you Then direct you into my arms Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms And I don't believe in the existence of angels But looking at you I wonder if that's true But if I did I would summon them together And ask them to watch over you To each burn a candle for you To make bright and clear your path And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love And guide you into my arms Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms And I believe in Love And I know that you do too And I believe in some kind of path That we can walk down, me and you So keep your candlew burning And make her journey bright and pure That she will keep returning Always and evermore Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms |
| The Carny | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - Your Funeral...My Trial - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Wings Of Desire - I Had A Dream, Joe - I Had A Dream, Joe - I Had A Dream, Joe - European Tour 92 - Live at the Paradiso - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - The Road To God Knows Where / Live At The Paradiso - Nick Cave - I Przyjaciele (W Moich Ramionach) Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Der Schausteller) - Englisch-Deutsch - Nur Originaltext anzeigen Im Forum gibt es offenbar noch keine Diskussion zur Übersetzung dieses Stücks. Du kannst hier klicken, um einen Beitrag einzustellen. | And no-one saw the carny go And the weeks flew by Until they moved on the show Leaving his caravan behind It was parked out on the south east ridge And as the company crossed the bridge With the first rain filling the bone-dry river bed It shone, just so, upon the edge Dog-boy, atlas, half-man, the geeks, the hired hands There was not one among them that did not cas an eye behind In the hope that the carny would return to his own kind And the carny had a horse, all skin and bone A bow-backed nag, that he named "Sorrow" How it is buried in a shallow grave In the then parched meadow And the dwarves were given the task of digging the ditch And laying the nag's carcass in the ground And boss Bellini, waving his smoking pistol around saying "The nag is dead meat" "We caint afford to carry dead weight" The whole company standing about Not making a sound And turning to dwarves perched on the enclosure gate The boss says "Bury this lump of crow bait" And thean the rain came Everybody running for their wagons Tying all the canvas flaps down The mangy cats crowling in ther cages The bird-girl flapping and squawking around The whole valley reeking of wet beast Wet beast and rotten hay Freak and brute creation Packed up and on their way The three dwarves peering from their wagon's hind Moses says to Noah "We shoulda dugga deepa one" Their grizzled faces like dying moons Still dirty from the digging done And as the company passed from the valley Into a higher ground The rain beat on the ridge and on the meadow And on the mound Until nothing was left, nothing at all Except the body of Sorrow That rose in time To float upon the surface of the eaten soil And a murder of crows did circle round First one, then the others flapping blackly down And the carny's van still sat upon the edge Tilting slowly as the firm ground turned to sludge And the rain it hammered down And no-one saw the carny go I say it's funny how things go |
| Henry Lee | |
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Musik: Cave Text: Traditional, Cave Erschienen auf: - Murder Ballads - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Henry Lee - Murder Ballads promo sampler - Murder Ballads promo sampler - Henry Lee - Live At The Royal Albert Hall - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - The Videos - Nick Cave - I Przyjaciele (W Moich Ramionach) - Subterania Club 1999 Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Henry Lee) - Englisch-Deutsch - Nur Originaltext anzeigen Die Übersetzung ins Deutsche wurde von Benutzern von nick-cave.net erstellt, und wird im Forum diskutiert. Klicke hier, um zu ihrer Verbesserung beizutragen. | Get down, get down, little Henry Lee And stay all night with me You won't find a girl in this damn world That will compare with me And the wind did howl and the wind did blow La la la la la La la la la lee A little bird lit down on Henry Lee I can't get down and I won't get down And stay all night with thee For the girl I have in that merry green land I love far better than thee And the wind did howl and the wind did blow La la la la la La la la la lee A little bird lit down on Henry Lee She leaned herself against a fence Just for a kiss or two And with a little pen-knife held in her hand She plugged him through and through And the wind did roar and the wind did moan La la la la la La la la la lee A little bird lit down on Henry Lee Come take him by his lilly-white hands Come take him by his feet And throw him in this deep deep well Which is more than one hundred feet And the wind did howl and the wind did blow La la la la la La la la la lee A little bird lit down on Henry Lee Lie there, lie there, little Henry Lee Till the flesh drops from your bones For the girl you have in that merry green land Can wait forever for you to come home And the wind did howl and the wind did moan La la la la la La la la la lee A little bird lit down on Henry Lee |
| The Curse Of Millhaven | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - Murder Ballads - Murder Ballads promo sampler - God Is In The House - Nick Cave - I Przyjaciele (W Moich Ramionach) Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Der Fluch von Millhaven) - Englisch-Deutsch - Nur Originaltext anzeigen Die Übersetzung ins Deutsche wurde von Benutzern von nick-cave.net erstellt, und wird im Forum diskutiert. Klicke hier, um zu ihrer Verbesserung beizutragen. | I live in a town called Millhaven And it's small and it's mean and it's cold But if you come around just as the sun goes down You can watch the whole town turn to gold It's around about then that I used to go a-roaming Singing La la la la La la la lie All God's children they all gotta die My name is Loretta but I prefer Lottie I'm closing in on my fifteenth year And if you think you have seen a pair of eyes more green Then you sure didn't see them around here My hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing La la la la La la la lie Mama often told me we all got to die You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven How last Christmas Bill Blake's little boy didn't come home They found him next week in One Mile Creek His head bashed in and his pockets full of stones Well, just imagine all the wailing and moaning La la la la La la la lie Even little Billy Blake's boy, he had to die Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier Then next day the old fool brought little Biko to school And we all had to watch as he buried her His eulogy to Biko had all the tears a-flowing La la la la La la la lie Even God's little creatures, they have to die Our little town fell into a state of shock A lot of people were saying things that made little sense Then the next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence Foul play can really get a small town going La la la la La la la lie Even God's children all have to die Then, in a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs Colgate Was stabbed but the job was not complete The last thing she said before the cops pronounced her dead Was, "My killer is Loretta and she lives across the street!" Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning La la la la La la la lie The young ones, the old ones, they all gotta die Yes, it is I, Lottie. The Curse Of Millhaven I've struck horror in the heart of this town Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow It's more like the other way around I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming La la la la La la la lie Sooner or later we all gotta die Since I was no bigger than a weavil they've been saying I was evil That if "bad" was a boot that I'd fit it That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard lately O fuck it! I'm a monster! I admit it! It makes me so mad my blood really starts a-going La la la la La la la lie Mama always told me that we all gotta die Yeah, I drowned the Blakey kid, stabbed Mrs. Colgate, I admit Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed But I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school psychos Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head I'll sing to the lot, now you got me going La la la la La la la lie All God's children have all gotta die There were all the others, all our sisters and brothers You assumed were accidents, best forgotten Recall the children who broke through the ice on Lake Tahoo? Everyone assumed the "Warning" signs had followed them to the bottom Well, they're underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowing La la la la La la la lie Even twenty little children, they had to die And the fire of '91 that razed the Bella Vista slum There was the biggest shit-fight this country's ever seen Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued All cause of wee girl with a can of gasoline Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing La la la la La la la lie Rich man, poor man, all got to die Well I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on trial I was laughing when they took me away Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah It ain't home, but you know, It's fucking better than jail It ain't such bad old place to have a home in La la la la La la la lie All God's children they all gotta die Now I got shrinks that will not rest With their endless Rorschach tests I keep telling them they're out to get me They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, "Why of course! There is so much more I could have done if they'd let me!" So it's Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy Singing La la la la La la la lie All God's children they all have to die La la la la La la la lie I'm happy as a lark and everything is fine Singing La la la la La la la lie Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine Singing La la la la La la la lie All God's children they gotta die |
| The Mercy Seat | |
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Musik: Cave, Harvey Text: Cave Erschienen auf: - Tender Prey - Live Seeds - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - The Mercy Seat - The Mercy Seat - The Mercy Seat - The Mercy Seat - Good Songs - Acoustic Versions From Tender Prey - I Had A Dream, Joe - I Had A Dream, Joe - I Had A Dream, Joe - European Tour 92 - Live at the Paradiso - The Wonderful World Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Stripped - The Wonderful World of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Ritual Habitual - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - The Videos - B-Sides & Rarities - God Is In The House - The Road To God Knows Where / Live At The Paradiso - Nick Cave - I Przyjaciele (W Moich Ramionach) - Nick Cave - I Przyjaciele (W Moich Ramionach) Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Der Gnadenstuhl) - Englisch-Deutsch - Nur Originaltext anzeigen Im Forum gibt es offenbar noch keine Diskussion zur Übersetzung dieses Stücks. Du kannst hier klicken, um einen Beitrag einzustellen. | It began when they come took me from my home And put me in Dead Row, Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know. And I'll say it again I..am..not..afraid..to..die. I began to warm and chill To objects and their fields, A ragged cup, a twisted mop The face of Jesus in my soup Those sinister dinner meals The meal trolley's wicked wheels A hooked bone rising from my food All things either good or ungood. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of truth. An eye for an eye A tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die. Interpret signs and catalogue A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog. The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind. They are sick breath at my hind They are sick breath at my hind They are sick breath at my hind They are sick breath gathering at my hind I hear stories from the chamber How Christ was born into a manger And like some ragged stranger Died upon the cross And might I say it seems so fitting in its way He was a carpenter by trade Or at least that's what I'm told Like my good hand I tatooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist. In Heaven His throne is made of gold The ark of his Testament is stowed A throne from which I'm told All history does unfold. Down here it's made of wood and wire And my body is on fire And God is never far away. Into the mercy seat I climb My head is shaved, my head is wired And like a moth that tries To enter the bright eye I go shuffling out of life Just to hide in death awhile And anyway I never lied. My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L. Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D. `Tis a long-suffering shackle Collaring all that rebel blood. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of truth. An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die. And the mercy seat is burning And I think my head is glowing And in a way I'm hoping To be done with all this weighing up of truth. An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And I've got nothing left to lose And I'm not afraid to die. And the mercy seat is glowing And I think my head is smoking And in a way I'm hoping To be done with all this looks of disbelief. An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway there was no proof Nor a motive why. And the mercy seat is smoking And I think my head is melting And in a way I'm helping To be done with all this twisted of the truth. A lie for a lie And a truth for a truth And I've got nothing left to lose And I'm not afraid to die. And the mercy seat is melting And I think my blood is boiling And in a way I'm spoiling All the fun with all this truth and consequence. An eye for an eye And a truth for a truth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof. A life for a life And a truth for a truth And anyway there was no proof But I'm not afraid to tell a lie. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of truth. An eye for an eye And a truth for a truth And anyway I told the truth But I'm afraid I told a lie. |
| O' Malley's Bar | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - Murder Ballads - The Mark Radcliffe Sessions - Nick Cave - I Przyjaciele (W Moich Ramionach) Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (O' Malley's Bar) - Englisch-Deutsch - Nur Originaltext anzeigen Die Übersetzung ins Deutsche wurde von Benutzern von nick-cave.net erstellt, und wird im Forum diskutiert. Klicke hier, um zu ihrer Verbesserung beizutragen. | I am tall and I am thin Of an enviable hight And I've been known to be quite handsome In a certain angle and in certain light Well I entered into O'Malley's Said, "O'Malley I have a thirst" O'Malley merely smiled at me Said "You wouldn't be the first" I knocked on the bar and pointed To a bottle on the shelf And as O'Malley poured me out a drink I sniffed and crossed myself My hand decided that the time was nigh And for a moment it slipped from view And when it returned, it fairly burned With confidence anew Well the thunder from my steely fist Made all the glasses jangle When I shot him, I was so handsome It was the light, it was the angle Huh! Hmmmmmm "Neighbours!" I cried, "Friends!" I screamed I banged my fist upon the bar "I bear no grudge against you!" And my dick felt long and hard "I am the man for which no God waits But for which the whole world yearns I'm marked by darkness and by blood And one thousand powder-burns" Well, you know those fish with the swollen lips That clean the ocean floor When I looked at poor O'Malley's wife That's exactly what I saw I jammed the barrel under her chin And her face looked raw and vicious Her head it landed in the sink With all the dirty dishes Her little daughter Siobhan Pulled beers from dusk till down And amongst the townfolk she was a bit of a joke But she pulled the best beer in town I swooped magnificent upon her As she sat shivering in her grief Like the Madonna painted on the church-house wall In whale's blood and banana leaf Her throat it crumbled in my fist And I spun heroically around To see Caffrey rising from his seat I shot that mother fucker down Mmmmmmmmmm Yeah Yeah Yeah "I have no free will", I sang As I flew about the murder Mrs. Richard Holmes, she screamed You really should have heard her I sang and I laughed, I howled and I wept I panted like a pup I blew a hole in Mrs. Richard Holmes And her husband stupidly stood up As he screamed, "You are an evil man" And I paused a while to wonder "If I have no free will then how can I Be morally culpable, I wonder" I shot Richard Holmes in the stomach And gingerly he sat down And he whispered weirdly, "No offense" And then lay upon the ground "None taken", I replied to him To which he gave a little cough With blazing wings I neatly aimed And blew his head completely off I've lived in this town for thirty years And to no-one I am a stranger And I put new bullets in my gun Chamber upon chamber And I turned my gun on the bird-like Mr. Brookes I thought of Saint Francis and his sparrows And as I shot down the youthful Richardson It was St. Sebastian I thought of, and his arrows Hhhhh Mmmmm I said, "I want to introduce myself And I am glad that all you came" And I leapt upon the bar And shouted out my name Well Jerry Bellows, he hugged his stool Closed his eyes and shrugged and laughed And with an ashtray as big as a fucking really big brick I split his head in half His blood spilled across the bar Like a steaming scarlet brook And I knelt at it's edge on the counter Wiped the tears away and looked Well, the light in there was blinding Full of God and ghosts of truth I smiled at Henry Davenport Who made an attempt to move Well, from the position I was standing The strangest thing I ever saw The bullet entered through the top of his chest And blew his bowels out on the floor Well I floated down the counter Showing no remorse I shot a hole in Kathleen Carpenter Recently divorced But remorse i felt and remorse I had It clung to every thing From the raven's hair upon my head To the feathers on my wings Remorse sqeezed my hand in it's fradulent claw With it's golden hairless chest And I glided through the bodies And killed the fat man Vincent West Who sat quietly in his chair A man become a child And I raised the gun up to his head Executioner-style He made no attempt to resist So fat and dull and lazy "Did you know I lived in your street?" I said And he looked at me as though I were crazy "O", he said, "I had no idea" And he grew as quiet as a mouse And the roar of the pistol when it went off Near blew that hat right off the house Hmmm Uh Uh Well, I caught my eye in the mirror And gave it a long and loving inspection "There stands some kind of man", I roared And there did, in the reflection My hair combed back like a raven's wing My muscles hard and tight And curling from the business end of my gun Was a query-mark of cordite Well I spun to the left, I spun to the right And I spun to the left again "Fear me! Fear me! Fear me!" But no one did cause they were dead Huh! Hmmm And then there were the police sirens wailing And a bull-horn squelched and blared "Drop your weapons and come out With your hands held in the air" Well, I checked the chamber of my gun Saw I had one final bullet left My hand, it looked almost human As I raised it to my head "Drop your weapon and come out! Keep your hands above your head!" I had one long hard think about dying And did exactly what they said There must have been fifty cops out there In a circle around O'Malley's bar "Don't shoot", I cried, "I'm a man unarmed!" So they put me in their car And they sped me away from that terrible scene And I glanced out of the window Saw O'Malley's bar, saw the cops and the cars And I started counting on my fingers Aaah One Aaah Two Aaah Three Aaah Four O'Malley's bar O'Malley's bar |
| Where The Wild Roses Grow | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - Murder Ballads - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Where The Wild Roses Grow - Where The Wild Roses Grow - Where The Wild Roses Grow - Where The Wild Roses Grow - Where The Wild Roses Grow - Murder Ballads promo sampler - Ritual Habitual - The Best Of Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Live At The Royal Albert Hall - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - The Videos - free CD with "Independant on Sunday" (May 27) - B-Sides & Rarities - Nick Cave - I Przyjaciele (W Moich Ramionach) Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Wo Die Wilden Rosen Wachsen) - Englisch-Deutsch - Nur Originaltext anzeigen Die Übersetzung ins Deutsche wurde von Benutzern von nick-cave.net erstellt, und wird im Forum diskutiert. Klicke hier, um zu ihrer Verbesserung beizutragen. | They call me The Wild Rose But my name was Elisa Day Why they call me it I do not know For my name was Elisa Day *From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one She stared in my eyes and smiled For her lips were the colour of the roses That grew down the river, all bloody and wild When he knocked on my door and entered the room My trembling subsided in his sure embrace He would be my first man and with a careful hand He wiped at the tears that ran down my face They call me The Wild Rose But my name was Elisa Day Why they call me that I do not know For my name was Elisa Day *On the second day I brought her a flower She's more beautiful than any woman I'd seen I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow So sweet and scarlet and free?" On the second day he came with a single red rose He said: "Give me your loss and your sorrow" I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed "If I show you the roses, will you follow?" They call me The Wild Rose But my name was Elisa Day Why they call me that I do not know For my name was Elisa Day On the third day he took me to the river He showed me the roses and we kissed And the last thing I heard was a muttered word As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist *On the last day I took her Where the wild roses grow She lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief And I kissed her goodbye, Said "All beauty must die" And I lent down and planted A rose tween her teeth They call me The Wild Rose But my name was Elisa Day Why they call me it I do not know For my name was Elisa Day My name was Elisa Day For my name was Elisa Day |
| The Weeping Song | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - The Good Son - Live Seeds - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - The Weeping Song - The Weeping Song - The Weeping Song - The Weeping Song - The Weeping Song - Live at the Paradiso - The Wonderful World Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - The Wonderful World of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Live At The Royal Albert Hall - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - The Videos - W Moich Ramionach (Into My Arms) - God Is In The House - The Road To God Knows Where / Live At The Paradiso - Nick Cave - I Przyjaciele (W Moich Ramionach) Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Das Lied Des Weinens) - Englisch-Deutsch - Nur Originaltext anzeigen Die Übersetzung ins Deutsche wurde von Benutzern von nick-cave.net erstellt, und wird im Forum diskutiert. Klicke hier, um zu ihrer Verbesserung beizutragen. | Go son, go down to the water And see the women weeping there Then go up into the mountains The men, they are weeping too Father, why are all the women weeping? They are weeping for their men Then why are all the men there weeping? They are weeping back at them This is a weeping song A song in which to weep While all the men and women sleep This is a weeping song But I won't be weeping long Father, why are all the children weeping? They are merely crying son O, are they merely crying, father? Yes, true weeping is yet to come This is a weeping song A song in which to weep While all the little children sleep This is a weeping song But I won't be weeping long O father tell me, are you weeping? Your face seems wet to touch O then I'm so sorry, father I never thought I hurt you so much This is a weeping song A song in which to weep While we rock ourselves to sleep This is a weeping song But I won't be weeping long No, I won't be weeping long No, I won't be weeping long No, I won't be weeping long |
| The Ship Song | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - The Good Son - Live Seeds - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - The Ship Song - I Had A Dream, Joe - I Had A Dream, Joe - European Tour 92 - Live at the Paradiso - The Best Of Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Live At The Royal Albert Hall - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - The Videos - The Road To God Knows Where / Live At The Paradiso - Nick Cave - I Przyjaciele (W Moich Ramionach) - Subterania Club 1999 Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Das Schiffslied) - Englisch-Deutsch - Nur Originaltext anzeigen Die Übersetzung ins Deutsche wurde von Benutzern von nick-cave.net erstellt, und wird im Forum diskutiert. Klicke hier, um zu ihrer Verbesserung beizutragen. | Come sail your ships around me And burn your bridges down We make a little history, baby Every time you come around Come loose your dogs upon me And let your hair hang down You are a little mystery to me Every time you come around We talk about it all night long We define our moral ground But when I crawl into your arms Everything comes tumbling down Come sail your ships around me And burn your bridges down We make a little history, baby Every time you come around Your face has fallen sad now For you know the time is nigh When I must remove your wings And you, you must try to fly Come sail your ships around me And burn your bridges down We make a little history, baby Every time you come around Come loose your dogs upon me And let your hair hang down You are a little mystery to me Every time you come around Come sail your ships around me And burn your bridges down We make a little history, baby Every time you come around |
| Brompton Oratory | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - The Boatman's Call - Promo cassette for "The Boatman's Call" - Live At The Royal Albert Hall - Nick Cave - I Przyjaciele (W Moich Ramionach) Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Brompton Kapelle) - Englisch-Deutsch - Nur Originaltext anzeigen Im Forum gibt es offenbar noch keine Diskussion zur Übersetzung dieses Stücks. Du kannst hier klicken, um einen Beitrag einzustellen. | 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 Think that it's alright for some And I wish that I was made of stone So that I would not have to see A beauty impossible to define A beauty impossible to believe A beauty impossible to endure The blood imparted in little sips The smell of you still on my hands As I bring the cup up to my lips No God up in the sky No devil beneath the sea Could do the job that you did, baby Of bringing me to my knees Outside I sit on the stone steps With nothing much to do Forlorn and exhausted, baby By the absence of you |
| West Country Girl | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - The Boatman's Call - The Secret Life Of The Love Song / The Flesh Made Word - Nick Cave - I Przyjaciele (W Moich Ramionach) - Subterania Club 1999 Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (West Country Girl) - Englisch-Deutsch - Nur Originaltext anzeigen Im Forum gibt es offenbar noch keine Diskussion zur Übersetzung dieses Stücks. Du kannst hier klicken, um einen Beitrag einzustellen. | With a crooked smile and a heart-shaped face Comes from the West country where the birds sing bass She's got a house-big heart where we all live And plead and council and forgive Her widow's peak, her lips I've kissed Her glove of bones at her wrist That I have held in my hand Her Spanish fly and her monkey gland Her Godly body and its fourteen stations That I have embraced, her palpitations Her unborn baby crying, "Mummy" Amongst the rubble of her body Her lovely lidded eyes I've sipped Her fingernails, all pink and chipped Her accent which I'm told is "broad" That I have heard and has been poured Into my human heart and filled me With love, up to the brim, and killed me And rebuilt me back anew With something to look forward to Well, who could ask much more than that? A West country girl with a big fat cat That looks into her eyes of green And meows, "He loves you", then meows again |
| People Ain't No Good | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - The Boatman's Call - The Secret Life Of The Love Song / The Flesh Made Word - Nick Cave - I Przyjaciele (W Moich Ramionach) Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Die Menschen sind nicht gut) - Englisch-Deutsch - Nur Originaltext anzeigen Im Forum gibt es offenbar noch keine Diskussion zur Übersetzung dieses Stücks. Du kannst hier klicken, um einen Beitrag einzustellen. | People just ain't no good I think that's welll understood You can see it everywhere you look People just ain't no good We were married under cherry trees Under blossom we made pour vows All the blossoms come sailing down Through the streets and through the playgrounds The sun would stream on the sheets Awoken by the morning bird We'd buy the Sunday newspapers And never read a single word People they ain't no good People they ain't no good People they ain't no good Seasons came, Seasons went The winter stripped the blossoms bare A different tree now lines the streets Shaking its fists in the air The winter slammed us like a fist The windows rattling in the gales To which she drew the curtains Made out of her wedding veils People they ain't no good People they ain't no good People they ain't no good at all To our love send a dozen white lilies To our love send a coffin of wood To our love let aal the pink-eyed pigeons coo That people they just ain't no good To our love send back all the letters To our love a valentine of blood To our love let all the jilted lovers cry That people they just ain't no good It ain't that in their hearts they're bad They can comfort you, some even try They nurse you when you're ill of health They bury you when you go and die It ain't that in their hearts they're bad They'd stick by you if they could But that's just bullshit People just ain't no good People they ain't no good People they ain't no good People they ain't no good People they ain't no good at all |
| The Mercy Seat | |
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Musik: Cave, Harvey Text: Cave Erschienen auf: - Tender Prey - Live Seeds - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - The Mercy Seat - The Mercy Seat - The Mercy Seat - The Mercy Seat - Good Songs - Acoustic Versions From Tender Prey - I Had A Dream, Joe - I Had A Dream, Joe - I Had A Dream, Joe - European Tour 92 - Live at the Paradiso - The Wonderful World Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Stripped - The Wonderful World of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Ritual Habitual - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - The Videos - B-Sides & Rarities - God Is In The House - The Road To God Knows Where / Live At The Paradiso - Nick Cave - I Przyjaciele (W Moich Ramionach) - Nick Cave - I Przyjaciele (W Moich Ramionach) Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Der Gnadenstuhl) - Englisch-Deutsch - Nur Originaltext anzeigen Im Forum gibt es offenbar noch keine Diskussion zur Übersetzung dieses Stücks. Du kannst hier klicken, um einen Beitrag einzustellen. | It began when they come took me from my home And put me in Dead Row, Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know. And I'll say it again I..am..not..afraid..to..die. I began to warm and chill To objects and their fields, A ragged cup, a twisted mop The face of Jesus in my soup Those sinister dinner meals The meal trolley's wicked wheels A hooked bone rising from my food All things either good or ungood. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of truth. An eye for an eye A tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die. Interpret signs and catalogue A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog. The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind. They are sick breath at my hind They are sick breath at my hind They are sick breath at my hind They are sick breath gathering at my hind I hear stories from the chamber How Christ was born into a manger And like some ragged stranger Died upon the cross And might I say it seems so fitting in its way He was a carpenter by trade Or at least that's what I'm told Like my good hand I tatooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist. In Heaven His throne is made of gold The ark of his Testament is stowed A throne from which I'm told All history does unfold. Down here it's made of wood and wire And my body is on fire And God is never far away. Into the mercy seat I climb My head is shaved, my head is wired And like a moth that tries To enter the bright eye I go shuffling out of life Just to hide in death awhile And anyway I never lied. My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L. Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D. `Tis a long-suffering shackle Collaring all that rebel blood. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of truth. An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die. And the mercy seat is burning And I think my head is glowing And in a way I'm hoping To be done with all this weighing up of truth. An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And I've got nothing left to lose And I'm not afraid to die. And the mercy seat is glowing And I think my head is smoking And in a way I'm hoping To be done with all this looks of disbelief. An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway there was no proof Nor a motive why. And the mercy seat is smoking And I think my head is melting And in a way I'm helping To be done with all this twisted of the truth. A lie for a lie And a truth for a truth And I've got nothing left to lose And I'm not afraid to die. And the mercy seat is melting And I think my blood is boiling And in a way I'm spoiling All the fun with all this truth and consequence. An eye for an eye And a truth for a truth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof. A life for a life And a truth for a truth And anyway there was no proof But I'm not afraid to tell a lie. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of truth. An eye for an eye And a truth for a truth And anyway I told the truth But I'm afraid I told a lie. |
| Far From Me | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - The Boatman's Call - Promo cassette for "The Boatman's Call" - The Secret Life Of The Love Song / The Flesh Made Word - Nick Cave - I Przyjaciele (W Moich Ramionach) Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Fern von mir) - Englisch-Deutsch - Nur Originaltext anzeigen Im Forum gibt es offenbar noch keine Diskussion zur Übersetzung dieses Stücks. Du kannst hier klicken, um einen Beitrag einzustellen. | For you dear, I was born For you I was raised up For you I've lived and for you I will die For you I am dying now You were my mad little lover In a world where everybody fucks everybody else over You who are so far from me Far from me So far from me Way across some cold neurotic sea Far from me I would talk to you of all matter of things With a smile you would reply Then the sun would leave your pretty face And you'd retreat from the front of your eyes I keep hearing that you're doing best I hope your heart beats happy in your infant breast You are so far from me Far from me Far from me There is no knowledge but i know it There's nothing to learn from that vacant voice That sails to me across the line From the ridiculous to the sublime It's good to hear you're doing so well But really can't you find somebody else that you can ring and tell Did you ever Care for me? Were you ever There for me? So far from me You told me you'd stick by me Through the thick and through the thin Those were your very words My fair-weather friend You were my brave-hearted lover At the first taste of trouble went running back to mother So far from me Far from me Suspended in your bleak and fishless sea Far from me Far from me |
| Into My Arms | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - The Boatman's Call - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Into My Arms - Into My Arms - Promo cassette for "The Boatman's Call" - The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - The Videos - W Moich Ramionach (Into My Arms) - free CD with "Independant on Sunday" (May 27) - God Is In The House - Nick Cave - I Przyjaciele (W Moich Ramionach) - Nick Cave - I Przyjaciele (W Moich Ramionach) - Subterania Club 1999 Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (In meine Arme) - Englisch-Deutsch - Nur Originaltext anzeigen Im Forum gibt es offenbar noch keine Diskussion zur Übersetzung dieses Stücks. Du kannst hier klicken, um einen Beitrag einzustellen. | I don't believe in an interventionist God But I know, darling, that you do But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him Not to intervene when it came to you Not to touch a hair on your head To leave you as you are And if He felt He had to direct you Then direct you into my arms Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms And I don't believe in the existence of angels But looking at you I wonder if that's true But if I did I would summon them together And ask them to watch over you To each burn a candle for you To make bright and clear your path And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love And guide you into my arms Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms And I believe in Love And I know that you do too And I believe in some kind of path That we can walk down, me and you So keep your candlew burning And make her journey bright and pure That she will keep returning Always and evermore Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms |
| Dead Joe | |
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Musik: Nick Cave Text: Anita Lane, Nick Cave Erschienen auf: - Junkyard - Dead Joe - It's Still Living - Pleasure Heads Must Burn - Hits - Live 1981-82 - Birthday Party - Pleasure Heads Must Burn - Nick Cave - I Przyjaciele (W Moich Ramionach) Übersetzungen: - Deutsch (Joe Tot) - Englisch-Deutsch - Nur Originaltext anzeigen Im Forum gibt es offenbar noch keine Diskussion zur Übersetzung dieses Stücks. Du kannst hier klicken, um einen Beitrag einzustellen. | Oh-ho-ho-ho Dead Joe Welcome to the car smash Dead Joe Junk sculpture turning back to junk Dead Joe Oh joe nooooo! it's christmas time Joe it's christmas time now for you and all the little bells are hanging 2X2 the holly and the nativity oh speak to me Joe speak to me Joe speak to me Joe oh-oh-oh-ho Dee---e---e--e--e-e-ad Joe welcome to the car crash you can't tell the boys from the girls anymore oh-ho-ho Dead Joe, the end. |
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