Nick Cave : Misc

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Oh Deanna! Oh Deanna! Oh Deanna! Oh Deanna! Oh Deanna! you know you are my friend now

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And I ain't down here for your money I ain't down here for your love I ain't down here for your love or money I'm down here for your soul

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There's no carpet on the floor And the winding cloth holds many moths Around your Klu-Klux furniture I come of deaths head in your frock

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We discuss the murder plan We discuss murder and the murder act Murder takes the wheel of your Cadillac

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And death climbs in the back

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Oh Deanna! Oh oh Deanna Sweet Deanna! Oh oh Deanna Well, this is a car And this is a gun now And this a day number one Oh Deanna

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The little crime woven histories Are black and a smoking Christmas trees And honey, it ain't mystery

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Why you're a mystery to me

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We will eat out of their pantries And their parlours Ashy leavings in their beds

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And we'll unload into their heads On this mean season But this little angel that I squeezing

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She ain't been mean to me

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Oh Deanna, oh Deanna! Oh Deanna! You are my friend and my partner On this house on the hill

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I ain't down here for your money I ain't down here for your love I ain't down here for your love of money

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I'm down here for your soul

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Oh Deanna! Oh Deanna! I am a-knocking With my toolbox and my stocking Well I'll meet you on the corner And you point it like a finger And squeeze its little things now I hear its kick, hear its bang

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And let's not worry about its issue Don't worry about where it's been And don't worry about where it hits

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'Cause it just ain't yours to sin

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Oh Deanna No it just ain't yours to sin Sweet Deanna I ain't getting any younger And I don't intend gettin' any older The sun a hump at my shoulder Oh Deanna

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And I ain't down here for your money I ain't down here for your love I ain't down here for your love of money

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I'm down here for your soul

It began when they come took me from my home And put me in Dead Row Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know And I'll say it again I am not afraid to die I began to warm and chill To objects and their fields A ragged cup, a twisted mop The face of Jesus in my soup Those sinister dinner deals The meal trolley's wicked wheels A hooked bone rising from my food All things either good or ungood And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof An eye for an eye a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die Interpret signs and catalogue A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog The walls are bad, black, bottom kind They are sick breath at my hind They are sick breath at my hind They are sick breath at my hind They are sick breath gathering at my hind I hear stories from the chamber How 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 Like my good hand Tattooed EVIL across its brother's fist That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist In Heaven His throne is made of gold The ark of his Testament is stowed A throne from which I'm told All history does unfold Down here it's made of wood and wire And my body is on fire And God is never far away Into the mercy seat I climb My head is shaved, my head is wired And like a moth that tries To enter the bright eye So I go shuffling out of life Just to hide in death awhile And anyway I never lied My kill-hand is called EVIL Wears a wedding band that's GOOD 'Tis a long-suffering shackle Collaring all that devil blood And the mercy seat is burning And I think my head is flowing And in a way I'm hoping To be done with all this weighing up of truth An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth And I've got nothing left to lose And I'm not afraid to die And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth And anyway, there was no proof And nor a motive why And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof A life for a life and a tooth for a tooth And anyway there was no proof And I'm not afraid to die Now the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is smoking And in a way I'm hoping To be done with all these looks of disbelief A eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof A eye for a eye and a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth But I'm not afraid to lie And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth But I'm afraid I told a lie

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Psychedelic invocations

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Of Mata Hari at the station

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I give to you

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A Java princess of Hindu birth

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A woman of flesh a child of earth

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I give to you The hanging gardens of Babylon Miles Davis the black unicorn I give to you The Palaces of Montezuma And the Gardens of Akbar's tomb I give to you The spider Goddess and the Needle Boy The slave-dwarves they employ I give to you A custard-coloured super-dream Of Ali McGraw and Steve McQueen I give to you

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C'mon baby, let's get out of the cold

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And gimme, gimme, gimme your precious love for me to hold The epic of Gilgamesh A pretty little black A-line dress I give to you The spinal cord of JFK Wrapped in Marilyn Monroe's negligee I give to you I want nothing in return Just the softest little breathless word I ask of you A word contained in a grain of sand That can barely walk can't even stand I ask of you Oh c'mon baby, let's get out of the cold And gimme, gimme, gimme your precious love for me to hold

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| ... Come sail your ships around me, and burn your bridges down We make a little history, baby, every time you come around Come loose your dogs upon me, and let your hair hang down You are a little mystery to me, every time you come around

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We talk about it all night long

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We define our moral grounds

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But when I crawl into your arms

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Everything comes tumbling down Come sail your ships around me, and burn your bridges down We make a little history, baby, every time you come around Come loose your dogs upon me, and let your hair hang down You are a little mystery to me, every time you come around Your face has fallen sad now For you know the time is nigh When I must remove your wings And you, you must try to fly Come sail your ships around me, and burn your bridges down We make a little history, baby, every time you come around Come loose your dogs upon me, and let your hair hang down You are a little mystery to me, every time you come around

Capo:

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Go son, go down to the water And see the women weeping there Then go up into the mountains The men, they are weeping too Father, why are all the women weeping? They are weeping for their men Then why are all the men there weeping? They are weeping back at them

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This is the weeping song

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A song in which to weep

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While all the men and women sleep

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This is the weeping song

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But I won't be weeping long Father, why are all the children weeping? They are merely crying son Oh, are they merely crying, father? Yes, true weeping is yet to come This is the weeping song A song in which to weep While all the men and women sleep This is the weeping song But I won't be weeping long Oh father tell me, are you weeping? Your face seems wet to touch Oh then I'm so sorry, father I never thought I hurt you so much This is the weeping song A song in which to weep While we rock ourselves to sleep This is the weeping song But I won't be weeping long But I won't be weeping long But I won't be weeping long But I won't be weeping long

Nick Cave : Misc

Deanna

Mercy Seat

Palaces Of Montezuma (Grinderman)

The Ship Song

The Weeping Song