and the mercy seat is waning
The walls are bare, and a tooth for a tooth
And might i say it seems so fitting in its way, a scarlet fog
Just to hide in death awhile, down here it s made of wood and wire
a blackened tooth
and anyway i told the truth
And i think my head is smoking, how christ was born into a manger Cave, into the mercy seat i climb
And my body is on fire, and anyway i never lied
My head is wired, my head is shaved Cave, down here it s made of wood and wire
and i m not afraid to die
They are sick breath gathering at my hind, they did nothing to challenge or resist
An eye for an eye, or at least that s what i m told
They are sick breath at my hind, they are sick breath at my hind
And anyway i never lied, they are sick breath at my hind
An eye for an eye, they did nothing to challenge or resist
All history does unfold, and like some ragged stranger, they did nothing to challenge or resist
tis a long-suffering shackle
nor a motive why
So i go shuffling out of life, to be done with all this weighing of the truth
and i think my head is smoking
Collaring all that rebel blood, all across it s brother s fist, tis a long-suffering shackle
or at least that s what i m told
a blackened tooth
To be done with all this weighing of the truth, and a tooth for a tooth
That filthy five, and i ve got nothing left to lose
My head is shaved, he was a carpenter by trade, and the mercy seat is glowing
To be done with all this weighing of the truth, tis a long-suffering shackle
This is just brilliant - never get tired of it. It's a cliche to say he's the coolest man on the planet, but he really is. Intelligent, literate, free-spirited and a magical performer. An alchemist. One of the greats.
"The only thing that burns in Hell is the part of you that won't let go of life, your memories, your attachments. They burn them all away. But they're not punishing you, he said. They're freeing your soul. So, if you're frightened of dying and... and you're holding on, you'll see devils tearing your life away. But if you've made your peace, then the devils are really angels, freeing you from the earth."
"I hear stories from the chamber
That 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"
In the early 80ies, when Berlin was a resort of refused new coming artists, Nick came along. Arrogant, punk-posing, but I thoughed, this guy will make it.
Bowie, Mark E.Smith, Morrissey all geniuses and you definitely have to add Nick Cave to the list. A fantastic body of work and the greatest oz artist of the past 30 years. Brilliant gig at the ICC Sydney a few weeks back also.