The fires continued through the night The kid with a bat face appeared at the window, and disappeared into the headlights I was halfway to the pacific coast I had left you in your longing and your yearning like a ghost There's little room for wonder now, and little room for wildness too We crawl into our wounds I'm nearly all the way to Malibu I'm gonna buy me a house up in the hills With a tear-shaped pool and a gun that kills 'Cause they say there is a cougar that roams these parts With a terrible engine of wrath for a heart That she is white and rare and full of all kinds of harm And stalks the perimeter all day long But at night lays trembling in my arms And I'm just waiting now, for my time to come And I'm just waiting now, for my time to come And I'm just waiting now, for my place in the sun And I'm just waiting now, for peace to come And I'm just waiting now, for my time to come And I'm just waiting now, for my time to come And we hide in our wounds and I'm nearly all the way to Malibu And I know my time will come one day soon I'm waiting for peace to come And I'm nearly all the way to Malibu Oh babe we're on the run, we're on the run, we're on the run Halfway down the Pacific coast I left you sleeping like a ghost in your wounds Darling your dreams are your greatest part I carry them with me in my heart Darling your dreams are your greatest part I carry them with me in my heart Somewhere, don't know Now I'm standing on the shore All the animals roam the beaches Sea creatures rise out of the sea And I'm standing on the shore Everyone begins to run The kid drops his bucket and spade and climbs into the sun Kisa had a baby, but the baby died Goes to the villagers, says my baby's sick Villagers shake their heads and say to her Better bury your baby in the forest quick It's a long way to find peace of mind, peace of mind It's a long way to find peace of mind, peace of mind Kisa went to the mountain and asked the Buddha My baby's sick, Buddha said don't cry Go to each house and collect a mustard seed But only from the house where no one died Kisa went to each house in the village My baby's getting sicker, poor Kisa cried But Kisa never collected one mustard seed In every house, someone had died Kisa sat down in the old village square She hugged her baby and cried and cried She said everybody is always losing somebody Then walked into the forest and buried her child Everybody's losing someone Everybody's losing someone It's a long way to find peace of mind, peace of mind It's a long way to find peace of mind, peace of mind And I'm just waiting now, for my time to come And I'm just waiting now, for peace to come, for peace to come
Киса обошла каждый дом в деревне «Моему малышу всё хуже», - плакалась бедная Киса Но так и не собрала ни единого горчичного зернышка Ибо в каждом доме кто-то умер Киса села посреди старой деревенской площади Обнимала своего малыша и плакала, плакала Она сказала, что все мы неизбежно кого-то теряем, Пошла в лес и похоронила своё дитя
Most of the very best albums and singles are recorded not in Europe, nyc, certainly not any rainy pacific nw town, but Los Angeles. Certainly has been the case since 1950. The best blues are the exception proving the rule. Nick Cave begins again. In the land of Spector, Wilson, Morrison, D Crash, Station To Station.
Darling your dreams are your greatest part I carry them with me in my heart Darling your dreams were your greatest part I carry them with me in my heart Somewhere, don’t know
The fires continued through the night
The kid with a bat face appeared at the window, and disappeared into the headlights
I was halfway to the pacific coast
I had left you in your longing and your yearning like a ghost
There's little room for wonder now, and little room for wildness too
We crawl into our wounds
I'm nearly all the way to Malibu
I'm gonna buy me a house up in the hills
With a tear-shaped pool and a gun that kills
'Cause they say there is a cougar that roams these parts
With a terrible engine of wrath for a heart
That she is white and rare and full of all kinds of harm
And stalks the perimeter all day long
But at night lays trembling in my arms
And I'm just waiting now, for my time to come
And I'm just waiting now, for my time to come
And I'm just waiting now, for my place in the sun
And I'm just waiting now, for peace to come
And I'm just waiting now, for my time to come
And I'm just waiting now, for my time to come
And we hide in our wounds and I'm nearly all the way to Malibu
And I know my time will come one day soon
I'm waiting for peace to come
And I'm nearly all the way to Malibu
Oh babe we're on the run, we're on the run, we're on the run
Halfway down the Pacific coast
I left you sleeping like a ghost in your wounds
Darling your dreams are your greatest part
I carry them with me in my heart
Darling your dreams are your greatest part
I carry them with me in my heart
Somewhere, don't know
Now I'm standing on the shore
All the animals roam the beaches
Sea creatures rise out of the sea
And I'm standing on the shore
Everyone begins to run
The kid drops his bucket and spade and climbs into the sun
Kisa had a baby, but the baby died
Goes to the villagers, says my baby's sick
Villagers shake their heads and say to her
Better bury your baby in the forest quick
It's a long way to find peace of mind, peace of mind
It's a long way to find peace of mind, peace of mind
Kisa went to the mountain and asked the Buddha
My baby's sick, Buddha said don't cry
Go to each house and collect a mustard seed
But only from the house where no one died
Kisa went to each house in the village
My baby's getting sicker, poor Kisa cried
But Kisa never collected one mustard seed
In every house, someone had died
Kisa sat down in the old village square
She hugged her baby and cried and cried
She said everybody is always losing somebody
Then walked into the forest and buried her child
Everybody's losing someone
Everybody's losing someone
It's a long way to find peace of mind, peace of mind
It's a long way to find peace of mind, peace of mind
And I'm just waiting now, for my time to come
And I'm just waiting now, for peace to come, for peace to come
Superbe
magisterial
Киса обошла каждый дом в деревне
«Моему малышу всё хуже», - плакалась бедная Киса
Но так и не собрала ни единого горчичного зернышка
Ибо в каждом доме кто-то умер
Киса села посреди старой деревенской площади
Обнимала своего малыша и плакала, плакала
Она сказала, что все мы неизбежно кого-то теряем,
Пошла в лес и похоронила своё дитя
Most of the very best albums and singles are recorded not in Europe, nyc, certainly not any rainy pacific nw town, but Los Angeles. Certainly has been the case since 1950. The best blues are the exception proving the rule. Nick Cave begins again. In the land of Spector, Wilson, Morrison, D Crash, Station To Station.
Incredibly ominous and shaking considering what is happening right now.
Nick's first falsetto ... distilling pure suffering _/\_
Darling your dreams are your greatest part
I carry them with me in my heart
Darling your dreams were your greatest part
I carry them with me in my heart
Somewhere, don’t know