The wintergreen, the juniper The cornflower and the chicory All the words you said to me Still vibrating in the air The elm, the ash and the linden tree The dark and deep, enchanted sea The trembling moon and the stars unfurled There she goes, my beautiful world There she goes, my beautiful world There she goes, my beautiful world There she goes, my beautiful world There she goes again John Willmot penned his poetry riddled with the pox Nabakov wrote on index cards, at a lectem, in his socks St. John of the Cross did his best stuff imprisoned in a box And JohnnyThunders was half alive when he wrote Chinese Rocks Well, me, I'm lying here, with nothing in my ears Me, I'm lying here, with nothing in my ears Me, I'm lying here, for what seems years I'm just lying on my bed with nothing in my head Send that stuff on down to me Send that stuff on down to me Send that stuff on down to me Send that stuff on down to me There she goes, my beautiful world There she goes, my beautiful world There she goes, my beautiful world There she goes again Karl Marx squeezed his carbuncles while writing Das Kapital And Gaugin, he buggered off, man, and went all tropical While Philip Larkin stuck it out in a library in Hull And Dylan Thomas died drunk in St. Vincent's hospital I will kneel at your feet I will lie at your door I will rock you to sleep I will roll on the floor And I'll ask for nothing Nothing in this life I'll ask for nothing Give me ever-lasting life I just want to move the world I just want to move the world I just want to move the world I just want to move There she goes, my beautiful world There she goes, my beautiful world There she goes, my beautiful world There she goes again So if you got a trumpet, get on your feet, brother, and blow it If you've got a field, that don't yield, well get up and hoe it I look at you and you look at me and deep in our hearts know it That you weren't much of a muse, but then I weren't much of a poet I will be your slave I will peel you grapes Up on your pedestal With your ivory and apes With your book of ideas With your alchemy O Come on Send that stuff on down to me Send that stuff on down to me Send that stuff on down to me Send that stuff on down to me Send that stuff on down to me Send it all around the world Cause here she comes, my beautiful girl There she goes, my beautiful world There she goes, my beautiful world There she goes, my beautiful world There she goes again
Cave needs no more plaudits, he is beyond comparison, but let's not forget the Seeds, they are such a powerful band...........and "the colored girls".........just brilliant..........a superbly crafted piece of music.
"...I will kneel at your feet I will lie at your door I will rock you to sleep I will roll on the floor And I'll ask for nothing Nothing in this life I'll ask for nothing Give me ever-lasting life..." :-D
I saw them on that tour. This song in particular sounded fucking amazing. I had chills then, still do now listening to it.
Congratulations
The wintergreen, the juniper
The cornflower and the chicory
All the words you said to me
Still vibrating in the air
The elm, the ash and the linden tree
The dark and deep, enchanted sea
The trembling moon and the stars unfurled
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes again
John Willmot penned his poetry
riddled with the pox
Nabakov wrote on index cards,
at a lectem, in his socks
St. John of the Cross did his best stuff
imprisoned in a box
And JohnnyThunders was half alive
when he wrote Chinese Rocks
Well, me, I'm lying here, with nothing in my ears
Me, I'm lying here, with nothing in my ears
Me, I'm lying here, for what seems years
I'm just lying on my bed with nothing in my head
Send that stuff on down to me
Send that stuff on down to me
Send that stuff on down to me
Send that stuff on down to me
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes again
Karl Marx squeezed his carbuncles
while writing Das Kapital
And Gaugin, he buggered off, man,
and went all tropical
While Philip Larkin stuck it out
in a library in Hull
And Dylan Thomas died drunk in
St. Vincent's hospital
I will kneel at your feet
I will lie at your door
I will rock you to sleep
I will roll on the floor
And I'll ask for nothing
Nothing in this life
I'll ask for nothing
Give me ever-lasting life
I just want to move the world
I just want to move the world
I just want to move the world
I just want to move
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes again
So if you got a trumpet, get on your feet,
brother, and blow it
If you've got a field, that don't yield,
well get up and hoe it
I look at you and you look at me and
deep in our hearts know it
That you weren't much of a muse,
but then I weren't much of a poet
I will be your slave
I will peel you grapes
Up on your pedestal
With your ivory and apes
With your book of ideas
With your alchemy
O Come on
Send that stuff on down to me
Send that stuff on down to me
Send that stuff on down to me
Send that stuff on down to me
Send that stuff on down to me
Send it all around the world
Cause here she comes, my beautiful girl
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes again
i keep coming back to this song and this particular vid...can't ever leave it. My musical reset button
+Tom B its a fantastic performance.
Mine too. An incredible piece of music.
Same here, love this song and this live performance!
@@Saga05061982 Yup me too, I keep coming back when I need it
Yip kicks ass!, was amazed to hear Phillip Larkin get a shout ,nick cave is force of nature!
Pure passion and poetry.
RIP Conway Savage, a legend on piano
the best version of one of the best songs around, roll on September
This is one bad ass tune! One of my all time best songs! Total thunder!
It’s good...not an All Time great, though
@@Oh_I_Will ah. I love it.
@@Oh_I_Will yeah? Well Jimmy and I, beg to differ!
Yes It is a fucking is a classic!!!!!
I love the way he moves around on stage, so agile and full of energy. This song is great.
Charismatic Preacher vibes
I had never really listened to the words of this song until recently so I thought he was saying about his wife LOL his lyrics are amazing 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤
I was there :)
Saul Goodman is a really good drummer
This live is amazing!!! I never stop watching it!
legend.
Utterly breathtaking! ;)
Fantastic Nick !!!
The King Alive !
One word! Amazing!
Thomas Wydler, the coolest man in the universe!!
beautiful song
Epic ❤
pure passion and nerve
I'm slightly worried i fancy this guy!
It's the passion with which he performs, and the power of the music. It's mesmerising.
Brilliant.
Fantastic!!!
Powerful performance
Awesome
GREAT!!!!!!!!!
My Musical hero!!!!
magnificence!!!!
best thing ever
Cave needs no more plaudits, he is beyond comparison, but let's not forget the Seeds, they are such a powerful band...........and "the colored girls".........just brilliant..........a superbly crafted piece of music.
Would be fascinating to see how Nick would respond to your backing band, etc observations
And I loved how he let them shine at the end and let them finish off the song! Beautiful!
Great version. Energizing!
I am just going out like Angus young brother in life and forgetting.
Lo adoro
🙏💕
'''And Johnny Thunders was half alive when he wrote Chinese Rocks''.
Dee Dee Ramone wrote Chinese Rocks
@@nebojsaf I don't care.
I'd give a lot to have been there. Those lucky bastards.
Wasn’t a sellout...you could have
I’m surprised the roof didn’t cave in .
Maybe if the crowd had been more into it...it would have
@@Oh_I_Will😳
Me parece brutal
"...I will kneel at your feet
I will lie at your door
I will rock you to sleep
I will roll on the floor
And I'll ask for nothing
Nothing in this life
I'll ask for nothing
Give me ever-lasting life..."
:-D
✊🏼✊🏼✊🏼
Comment to Johnny Fingers below, thats actually a bloke who looks like Mark Almond
Rather 👍
Brixton
There you go. Anyone but Christ. Good luck. There's your sinner.
Would be a fantastic song without Nick Cave
carried on where Jim Morrison left off..
Carried on where Morrison left off... Err, No!
Better than Elvis
Elvis gave what he had.
Art is leveling.
Love this song, this particular performance, no.
very very great song!!!!