Tên đầy đủ: Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds
(greenaway, cooke) Something's gotten hold of my heart Keeping my soul and my senses apart Something's gotten into my life Cutting its way through my......
Three traditional versions of the song from murder ballads. nick's version is also available. further details (and the actual book nick edited from) are also......
Stranger than kindness Bottled light from hotels Spilling everything Wet hand from the volcano Sobers your skin Stranger than kindness You caress yourself And grind......
come over here, babe It ain't that bad I don't claim to understand The troubles that you've had But the dogs you say they fed......
I stuck a six inch gold blade inside the head of a girl She: lying through her teeth Him: lying on his back Hands of......
Have mercy on me, sir Allow me to impose on you I have no place to stay And my bones are cold right through I......
It was back in '32 when times were hard He had a colt .45 and a deck of cards Stagger lee He wore rat-drawn shoes......
Sugar sugar sugar That man is bad The road he drives you down O sugar its a drag That road it twists That road is......
Jazz Fire eating drag-queens dressed as society whores Crazy two timing bitches running round Ghetto blasting blasters, blasting magnificently Blossoms falling from the cherry trees......
(t. springfield, f. farian) Say goodbye, my one true lover And we'll steal a lover's song How it breaks my heart to leave you Now......
Have you heard how sonny's burning Like some bright erotic star? And he lights up the proceedings And raises the temperature. Flame on! flame on!......
Hey hey i am the stow-a-way Hey hey i am the stow-a-way My girl turned blue as an iceberg do And me i'm totally shipwrecked......
Sunday's got a slave Monday's got one too Sunday's got a slave Monday's got one too Our sufferings are countless Our pleasures are motley few......
There is woman-pie in here Mr. evangalist says she's hit The best cook you ever had Ya can't blame the good-woman now, dad And ya......
Lover, lover, goodbye So slowly goes the night I trace the print of your body with my hand Like the map of some forbidden land......
Sorrow's child sits by the river Sorrow's child hears not the water Sorrow's child sits by the river Sorrow's child hears not the water And......
All the towers of ivory are crumbling And the swallows have sharpened their beaks This is the time of our great undoing This is the......
Quixanne, ah'm in its grip Quixanne, ah'm in its grip Sinken in the mud Patron-saint of the bog. They cum with boots of blud Wit......
There was a thick set man with frog eyes Who was standing by the door And a little bald man with wing-nut ears Was waiting......
I live in a town called millhaven And it's small and it's mean and it's cold But if you come around just as the sun......