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NICK CAVE LYRICS

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geschrieben am: 25.08.2002    um 01:29 Uhr   

"Where The Wild Roses Grow"
(feat. Kylie Minogue)

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

[Chorus]

On the second day I brought her a flower
She was 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
Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
He said, "If I show you the roses, will you follow?"

[Chorus]

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 (stood smiling) above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

[Chorus]
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geschrieben am: 25.08.2002    um 02:16 Uhr   

"The Kindness Of Strangers"

They found Mary Bellows cuffed to the bed
With a rag in her mouth and a bullet in her head

O poor Mary Bellows

She'd grown up hungry, she'd grown up poor
She left her home in Arkansas

O poor Mary Bellows

She wanted to see the deep blue sea
She travelled across Tennessee

O poor Mary Bellows

She met a man along the way
He introduced himself as Richard Slade

O poor Mary Bellows

Poor Mary thought that she might die
When she saw the ocean for the first time

O poor Mary Bellows

She checked into a cheap little place
Richard Slade carried in her old suitcase

O poor Mary Bellows

"I'm a good girl, sir", she said to him
I couldn't possibly permit you in

O poor Mary Bellows

Slade tipped his hat and winked his eye
And turned away without goodbye

O poor Mary Bellows

She sat on her bed and thought of home
With the sea breeze whistling all alone
O poor Mary Bellows
In hope and loneliness she crossed the floor
And undid the latch on the front door

O poor Mary Bellows

They found her the next day cuffed to the bed
A rag in her mouth and a bullet in her head

O poor Mary Bellows

So mothers keep your girls at home
Don't let them journey all alone
Tell them this world is full of danger
And to shun the company of strangers

O poor Mary Bellow
O poor Mary Bellows

Geändert am 25.08.2002 um 02:17 Uhr von Bigmoon
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geschrieben am: 25.08.2002    um 03:06 Uhr   

"Crow Jane"

Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane

Horrors in her head
That her tongue dare not name
She lives alone by the river
The rolling rivers of pain

Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh

There is one shining eye on a hard-hat
The company closed down the mine
Winking on waters they came
Twenty hard-hats, twenty eyes
In her clapboard shack
Only six foot by five
They killed all her whiskey
And poured their pistols dry

Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh

Seems you've remembered
How to sleep, how to sleep
The house dogs are in your turnips
And your yard dogs are running all over the street

Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh

"O Mr. Smith and Mr. Wesson
Why you close up shop so late?"
"Just fitted out a girl who looked like a bird

Measured .32, .44, .38

I asked that girl which road she was taking
Said she was walking the road of hate
But she stopped on a coal-trolley up to New Haven
Population: 48"

Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh

Your guns are drunk and smoking
They've followed you right back to your gate
Laughing all the way back from the new town
Population, now, 28

Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh
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