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Nick Cave From Her To Eternity



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Nick Cave

From Her To Eternity


Avalanche


I stepped into an avalanche

It covered up my soul

When I am not this hunchback that you see

I sleep beneath the golden hill

You who wish to conquer pain

You must learn to serve me well


You strike my side by accident

As you go down to your goal

This cripple here that you clothe and feed

Is neither starved nor cold

He does not ask for your company

Not at the centre, the centre of the world


I who am on a pedestal

You did not raise me there

Your laws do not compel me now

To kneel grotesque and bare

For I myself am the pedestal

For this ugly hump at which you stare


You who wish to conquer pain

You must learn what makes me kind

The crumbs of love that you offer me

Are the crumbs I've left behind

Your pain is no credential here

It's just a shadow of my wound


I have begun to ask for you

I who have no greed

I have begun to long for you

I who have no need

You say you've gone away from me

But I can feel you when you breathe


Do not dress in those rags for me

I know you are not poor

And do not love me quite so fiercely now

When you know that you are not sure

It is your turn, my beloved one

It is your flesh that I wear


Cabin Fever!

------------

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 to crush

Some Bloo-Bottles glowin in his gruel

with a lump in his throat, and lumpy mush

Thumbing a scrap book stuck up with clag

and a morbid lump of Love in his flag.

Done is the Missing, now all that remain

Is to sail forever, upon the stain

Cabin Fever! O o o' Cabin Fever!


The captain's free-hand is a clearer

which he fashions his beard'n'he rations his jerkey!

and carves his peg onto the finest mahagony!

Or was it Ebony? etc...



Tallys up his loneliness, notch by notch

For the sea offers nuthin to hold or touch

Notch by notch, winter by winter

Notch x notch, winter x winter


Now his leg is whittled, right down to a splinter

O o Cabin Fever! O o o Cabin Fever!

O the rollin sea still rollin on!

She's everywhere! now that she's gone! Gone! Gone!

O Cabin Fever! O Cabin Fever!


Welcome to his table, Beloved-Unconscious

Raisin her host of hair from her crooks

and strugglin to summony one of her looks!

His arm now like coild s-s-s-snakes

Whips all the bottles that he's drunken,

like crystal-skittles about the cabin,

of a ship they'd bin sailing


Five years sunken... etc...


Well Of Misery

-------

Along crags and sunless cracks I go

Up rib of rock, donw spine of stone

I dare not slumber where the right winds whistle

Lest her creeping-soul clutch this heart of thistle


O the same God that abandon'd her

Has in turn abandon'd me

And softenin' the turf with with my tears

I dug a Well of Misery


And, in that Well of Misery

Hangs a bucket fulla Sorrow

Which swings slow an' achin' like a bell

Its toll is dead and hollow


Down that well lies the long-lost dress

of my lil floatin girl

That muffles a tear that you let fall

All down that Well of Misery


Put ya shoulder to the handle, if ya dare

and hoist that bucket, hither

Crank'n'hoist'n'hoist'n'crank

Till ya muscles waste'n'wither


O the same God that abandon'd her

Has in turn abandon'd me

Deep in the Desert of Despair

I wait at the Well of Misery


From Her To Eternity

------

Ah wanna tell ya 'bout a girl

You kno, she lives in Apt. 29

Why... that's the one right up top a mine

Ah start to cry, Ah start to cry


O ah hear her walkin

Walkin barefoot cross the floor-boards

All thru this lonesome night

And ah hear her crying too.

Hot-tears come splashin on down

Leaking thru the cracks,

Down upon my face, ah catch'em in my mouth!

Walk'n'cry Walk'n'cry-y!!!


From her to eternity!

From her to eternity!

From her to eternity!


Ah read her diary on her sheets

Scrutinizin every lil piece of dirt

Tore out a page'n'stufft it inside my shirt

Fled outa the window,

And shinning it down the vine

Outa her night-mare, and back into mine

Mine! O Mine!


From her to eternity!

From her to eternity!

From her to eternity!

Cry! Cry! CRY!


She's wearing them bloo-stockens, ah bet!

and standin like this with my ear to the ceiling

Listen ah kno it must sound absurd

but ah can hear the most melancholy sound

ah ever heard!

Walk'n'cry! Kneel'n'cry-y!


From her to eternity!

From her to eternity!


O tell me why? Why? Why?

Why the ceiling still shakes?

Why the fixtures turn to serpants snakes?


This desire to possess her is a wound

and its naggin at me like a shrew

but, ah kno, that to possess her

Is, therefore, not to desire her.


O o o then ya kno, that lil girl would just have to go!

Go! Go-o-o! From her to eternity!


In The Ghetto

-------------

As the snow flies

On a cold and grey Chicago morn

A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto


And his mama cries

Cause there's one thing that she don't need

Is another little hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto


Oh people don't you understand

This child needs a helping hand

He's gonna grow to be an angry young man some day

Take a look at you and me

Are we that blind to see?

Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way?


And the world turns

And the hungry little boy with the runny nose

Plays in the streets as the cold wind blows in the ghetto


And his hunger burns

So he starts to roam the streets at night

And he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight in the ghetto


Then one night in desperation

The young man breaks away

He buys a gun and steals a car

He tries to run but he don't get far


And his mama cries

A crowd gathers round an angry young man

Face down in the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto


And as her young man dies

On a cold and grey Chicago morn

Another little baby child is born in the ghetto


The Moon Is In The Gutter

-------

The moon is in the gutter

And the stars wash down the sink

I am the king of the blues

I scape the clay off my shoes

And wade down the gutter and the moon


The moon blinds my eye with opal cataracts

As I cut through the saw-mills and the stacks,

Leaping over the gully where I would one day take Lucy

Then wash up my hands in the gully and the moon.


Such a long way from home, just me and

The moon is in the gutter

All my plans are flushed down the drain

I wander lonely as a cloud

Over memories at her mound

Then lie down in the bitter gutter moon.


Saint Huck

-

Born of the river,

Born of its never-changing, never-changing murky water

Huck standing like a Saint, upon its deck

If ya wanna catch a Saint,

then bait ja hook, let's take a walk...


'O come to me!, O come to me!' is what the dirt-irty

say to Huck... HUCK


woah-woah, woah woah!

Saint Huck! Huck!


Straight in the arms of the city goes Huck,

down the heckoning streets of op-po-tunity

whistling his favorite river-song...

And a bad-bline-nigger at the piano

Buts a sinister-bloo-lilt to that sing-a-long

Huck senses somthing's wrong!


Sirens wail in the city,

and lil-Ulysses turn to putty

Ol man River's got a bone to pick!

Our boys hardly got a bone to suck!

He go, woah-woah, woah woah!

Saint Huck! Huck!


The mo-o-o-on, its huge cycloptic eye

watches the city streets contract

twist and cripple and crack.

Saint Huck goes on a dog's-leg now

Saint Huck goes on a dog's-leg now


Why, you know the story!

Ya wake up one morning and ya find your a thug

blowing smoke fings in some dive

Ya fingers hot and itchin, cracking ya knuckles

Ya bull neck briseting...

Still Huck he ventures on whistling,


and Death reckons Huckleberry's time is up,

O woah woah woah!

Saint Huck! Huck!

Yonder go Huck, minus pocket-watch an' wallet gone

Skin shrinks wraps his skeleton

No wonder he got thinner, not, with his cold'n'skinny dinners!

Saint Huck-a-Saint Elvis, Saint Huck-a-Saint Elvis

O you recall the song ya used to sing-a-long

Shifting the river-trade on that ol' steamer

Life is only a dream!


But ya trade in the Mighty ol' man River

for the Dirty ol' Man Latrine!

The brothel shift

The hustle'n'the bustle and the green-backs rustle

And all the sexy-cash

And the randy-cars

And the two dollar fucks

O o o ya onto luck, onto luck

Woah-woah-woah-woah

Saint Huck! Huck!


Wings Off Flies

------------

She loves me, she loves me not

She loves me, she loves me not

We-e-ll, ah've spent seven days and seven nights

tryin to get sunk in this brine

Don't turn on ya water-works

'cause ah got me a pair of water-wings, right?!


Insects suicide against the window,

and my heart goes out to those lil flies

There's a buggin in my ear

but it's more of her black-mail, ham shakespeare + her

Wings off Flies, She loves me, she loves me not.

O o o o oh she loves me not!!


Lord, Ah've discovered the recipe of Heaven

ya git solitude and mix with sanctuary and silence,

then bake it!

Listen, I plead guilty to misanthropy

so hang me! Ah'd appreciate it!!

Witness her gate-crash my tiny hell

with some obscene tete-a-lete,

If ya wanna talk to me about Love'n'Pain

consult my ulcer, A'd be happy to co-operate

Wings off Flies, she loves me, loves me not

Ey, Joe! another outa do the job.


Time to drown our lil fire, ya can keep the ashes,

Now bye bye, bye, bye, see ya in a pigs eye!

Ah will be one, in need of no-one

In this, my deepest dive...

Filler up, Joe...


Hey! Ah am obliged! Ah am olbiged!

Wings off Flies, She loves me, she loves me not

Wings off Flies etc... ad infinitum


A Box For Black Paul

--

Who'll build a box for Black Paul?

Ah'm enquirin on behalf of his soul

Ah'd be beholdin to ya all

For a lil information, yes some kinda information

Just who'll dig the hole?

When ya done ransackin his room

grabbin anything that shines,

throw the scrap down on the street

Like all his books and his notes.

All the junk that he wrote

the whole fucken lot right up in smoke

Aint there nuthin sacred anymore

Someone will build a box for Black Paul?

And there shootin off his guns

and there shootin off their mouths

saying 'Fuck with us ... and die!'

(Let's see that rat of fear go scuttle in their skulls)

'Cover that eye! Cover that frozen eye!'


Black-puppet, in a heap up against the stoning-wall

Blud-puppet, go to sleep, ma-ma won't scold ya anymore


Armies of ants, wade up the lil red streams

they're headin for the mother-pool

O lord, it's cruel, O man it's hot!

And some of them ants they yes ilot to the spot

Who threw the first stone at Black Paul?


'Don't ack us', say the critics and the hacks

The pen-pushers and the quacks

'We jes cum to git dah facks!'

'We jes cum to git dah facks!'

Hey,hey,hey,hey...


Here is the hammer, that build the scaffold,

and built the box...

Here is the shovel, that dug the hole,

in this ground of rocks...

And here is the pile of stones!

and for each one planted, God only knows,

a blud-rose grown...

These are the true Demon-Flowers!

These are the true Demon-Flowers!

Stand back everyone! Blud-black everyone!


Who'll build a box for Black Paul?

Who'll carry it up the hill?


'Not I', said the widow, adjusting his veil

'Ah will not drive the nail

Or cart his puppet-body home,

For ah done that one hundred times before,

Yeah! ah done that one hundred times or more,

And why should ah dress his wounds?

When he has wounded my dress, nighty,

Right across the floor'


Who'll build a box for Black Paul?

Who'll carry it up the hill?

Who'll bury it in the black-soil?

And from the words and the thickets

Come the ghosts of his victims

'We love you!'

'Ah love you!'

'and this will not hurt a bit,

we'll go up,up,up,up,up into Death

up,up,up,up, inhale its breath

O yeah, Death favours those that favor Death'


Here is the stone, and this is the inscription at bare

'Below Lies Black Paul, Under The Upper...

But Above and Beyond The Surface-Flat-Fall There.'


And all the angels come on down,

And all you men and women crowd around

And all the widows weeping into their skirts

And all the lil gals and the lil Boys

And the scribes with mein-pens parsed

All the hullaballoo, all the norse

All the hullaballoo, all the noise

All the hullaballoo, all of the noise

clears his throat of black blut

singin Black Paul like a lonely boy...


We-e-e-ll, ah have cryed one thousand tears

Ah've cryed a thousand tears, its true

And the next stormy night ya know,

That ah'm still cryin them for you


Well, ah had a gal she was so sweet,

Red dress, and long red hair hangin down

And heaven yes ain't heaven

Without that lil gal hangin around


Well, ya know ah've loin a bad-man

and Lord knows ah dun some good things too

But ah confess, my soul will never rest

Until you, until you build

Until ya build a box for my gal, too.


From Her To Eternity

------

Ah wanna tell ya 'bout a girl

You kno, she lives in Apt. 29

Why... that's the one right up top a mine

Ah start to cry, Ah start to cry


O ah hear her walkin

Walkin barefoot cross the floor-boards

All thru this lonesome night

And ah hear her crying too.

Hot-tears come splashin on down

Leaking thru the cracks,

Down upon my face, ah catch'em in my mouth!

Walk'n'cry Walk'n'cry-y!!!


From her to eternity!

From her to eternity!

From her to eternity!


Ah read her diary on her sheets

Scrutinizin every lil piece of dirt

Tore out a page'n'stufft it inside my shirt

Fled outa the window,

And shinning it down the vine

Outa her night-mare, and back into mine

Mine! O Mine!


From her to eternity!

From her to eternity!

From her to eternity!

Cry! Cry! CRY!


She's wearing them bloo-stockens, ah bet!

and standin like this with my ear to the ceiling

Listen ah kno it must sound absurd

but ah can hear the most melancholy sound

ah ever heard!

Walk'n'cry! Kneel'n'cry-y!


From her to eternity!

From her to eternity!


O tell me why? Why? Why?

Why the ceiling still shakes?

Why the fixtures turn to serpants snakes?


This desire to possess her is a wound

and its naggin at me like a shrew

but, ah kno, that to possess her

Is, therefore, not to desire her.


O o o then ya kno, that lil girl would just have to go!

Go! Go-o-o! From her to eternity!



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