Nick Cave : Grinderman 2

I woke up this morning and I thought what am I doing Yeah what am I doing here I woke up this morning and I thought what am I doing Yeah what am I doing here Well my brother, he starts raging! Watch him rising! See him howling! And he sucked her and he sucked her and he sucked her dry And he bit at me and bit at me and said goodbye Up on the twenty-ninth floor! Up on the twenty-ninth floor! A-oow! A-oow! Well, I was lying there with just my brother We could hear someone rattling the locks I was lying there with just my brother He said do you think that might be the cops? And we sucked her and we sucked her and we sucked her dry And we sucked her and we sucked her and we sucked her dry I was Mickey Mouse! He was the big bad wolf! Next thing you know I'm looking down below See a lupine child with her hair on fire Little burning girl! She's looking up at me! Running to the elevator! Getting in the elevator! Sixth floor, seventh floor, eighth floor, nine Come on baby, gonna blow my mind! Oow! Well, I woke up this morning and he was gone There were posters in the airports and the stations We took shelter We took shelter Under her body Under her body We sucked her and we sucked her and we sucked her dry We sucked her and we sucked her and we shaved her dry He kissed me and kissed me and said goodbye He kissed me and kissed me and said goodbye Alright! Well, no time at all, she's walking down the hall She's a bat-faced girl with dynamite curls Ringing the bell-bell, banging on the door Walking down the travelator! Walking down the travelator! Twenty-two, twenty-four, twenty-six, twenty-nine Come on baby and blow my mind! Oow! Oow! Yeah!

Worm Tamer

You know they call my girl The Snake Charmer Here she comes rising with the yellow dawn You know I would do nothing to ever harm her I guess that I've loved you for too long You know they call my girl The Worm Tamer She cracks lightning like a vipers tongue She leaves me every night and who can blame her I guess that I've loved you for too long For too long! For too long! You know they call my girl The Serpent Wrangler Eating inch-worms down the bill-a-bong I spent all last night trying to untangle her I guess that I've loved you for too long For too long! For too long! You know they call my baby The Mambo Rider I cry storms of tears till the rising of the dawn You know I'm only happy when I'm inside her I guess that I've just loved you for too long For too long! For too long! Well my baby calls me the Loch Ness Monster Two great big humps and then I'm gone But actually I am the Abominable Snowman And I guess I've loved you for too long

Heathen Child

Hey little Moo Moo Light as a rainbow Happy as an asteroid Crashed in the bathtub Yeah sitting in the bathtub Full of her fingers Full of her fingers Sitting in the bathtub Says I'm scared and lonely Never see no one Says I'm scared and lonely Here come the Wolfman Saying hey little Moo Moo Saying hey little Moo Moo Sitting in the bathtub My heathen child She's a heathen child She's a heathen child She's a real wild child She gotta little powder She gotta little gun She gotta little poison, gotta little gun Sitting in the bathtub sucking her thumb Says I don't care about Buddha I don't care about Krishna I don't care about Allah I don't care about any of them Just sitting in the bathtub sucking her thumb Cause she's a heathen child She's a heathen child She's a heathen child Yeah she's a real wild child Poor little Moo Moo Papped and Monroed She's gotta little powder, gotta lil gun Sitting in the bathtub having some fun She was raised by beasts Photographed by vultures Here come the Wolfman! The Abominable Snowman! Gotta little poison Gotta little gun Sitting in the bathtub Waiting for the Wolfman to come You think your great big husband will protect you You are wrong You think your little wife will protect you You are wrong You think your children will protect you You are wrong You think your government will protect you You are wrong She don't care about Allah She is the Allah She don't care about Buddha She is the Buddha She's a heathen child She's a heathen child She's a heathen child She's a real wild child Down child! Down child!

When My Baby Comes

Thank God we don't get all our hurts At once that would be really really bad thing When my baby comes Thank God we don't get all our olds at the one time O listen to me talking in my hospital gown! When my baby comes Best thing about this place are the showers Worst thing is the visiting hours Hey, careful of the carpet When my baby comes They had pistols and they had guns They threw me on the ground and they entered into me I was only fifteen When my baby comes Just how long you gonna be, my baby? Just how long you gonna be, my baby? Until you come? Just how long you gonna be, my baby? Just how long you gonna be, my baby? Until you come? She got hands as white as milk And she weaves a loop of spider's silk that glistens When my baby comes There is an ancient question behind her eyes That I can't even begin to describe Hey, listen don't do that on the carpet! When my baby comes Is there anyone out there feel they wasted their lives? On booze and drugs and husbands and wives and making money? When my baby comes Well, they had pistols and they had guns, my skirt above my head Well, I was so much older when I crawled out From under their mushroom cloud Just how long you gonna be, my baby? Just how long you gonna be, my baby? Until you come? Just how long you gonna be, my baby? Just how long you gonna be, my baby? Until you come? Just how long you gonna be, my baby? Just how long you gonna be, my baby? Until you come? When she comes When she comes

What I Know

Yes, I know I know I know it From the day That I was born Yes, I know From the time I went to school Yes, I know From the time I was teenager I know, I know From the time I got married Hey, I know A million things Are gonna happen to me In rooms that are much like this But it will never be enough It will never ever be enough So you better come over here So you better come over here So you better come over here So you better come over here Cause yeah I know I know Never Ever No

Evil

O baby, baby, baby! O my precious baby! O baby, baby, baby! Who needs the stars? You are my star! Who needs the moon? You are my moon! O baby, baby, baby! Evil! Evil! Evil! Evil! Cling to me, baby, in this rented room Who needs the TV? You are my TV! Who needs a record player? You are my record player! O cling to me baby in this rented room Evil! Evil! Evil! Evil! Hear the ringing on the telephone A voice from a hundred miles away Its breath is heavy and you're all alone It's got something that it wants to say It's got something that it wants to say Its breath is heavy and you're all alone A voice so clear you can feel its breath Coming down the telephone Evil! Evil! Evil! Evil! O my precious baby Now is the time that we must speak They have divided us from our children And they've tossed them on the heap Who needs children? You are my child! Who needs children? My little lamb! Who needs children! You are my child! Crying like a demon in your daddy's arms! Evil! Evil! Evil! Evil! O cling to me baby in this broken dream You are the moon! Who needs the moon? You are the stars! Who needs the stars? O cling to me little baby in this broken dream And let me protect you from this evil Evil! Evil! Evil! Evil!

Kitchenette

I keep hanging around your kitchenette And I'm gonna get a pot to cook you in I stick my fingers in your biscuit jar And crush all your gingerbread men Cause I want you Yeah, I want you to be my friend Yeah, I want you Yeah, I want to be your solitary man Try not to wake the executioner He's sleeping with a fireman's axe He leaves his glass eye on the pillow, babe And his dentures floating there in a glass Makes it hard to relax! Makes it hard to relax! When I want you I want you to be my friend Ah it's getting hard to relax! It's getting hard to get my act together! What's this husband of yours ever given to you Oprah Winfrey on a plasma screen And a brood of jug-eared buck-toothed imbeciles The ugliest kids I've ever seen Oh baby I want you I want you to be my girlfriend Maybe we could send those kids to play down on the street Hey, shouldn't you put shoes on their feet? It's getting hard to relax It's getting hard to relax Gonna open up the window Whose that coming up the back stairs? Tippy-toe, tippy-toe, tippy-toe, tippy-toe Coming up the back stairs I can see that you don't really dig him And I can see that you want it to quit But if you want to get your hand out of the cookie jar You gonna have to let go of the biscuit O babe I want you I want you to be my girlfriend Yeah, I want you Yeah, I want to be your solitary man I wanna be that man!

Palaces Of Montezuma

Psychedelic invocations

Of Mata Hari at the station

I give to you

A Java princess of Hindu birth

A woman of flesh a child of earth

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-dwarfs they employ I give to you A custard-coloured super-dream Of Ali McGraw and Steve McQueen I give to you

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

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

Bellringer Blues

I saw my old friend Gabriel Down the perimeter ringing a bell I said hello Hey man is there something wrong? Where has everybody gone? I don't know Well, I put my hand across my mouth And I went out Yeah, moving slow What are you doing he said to me I'm looking for my company He said don't bother, no Well, next thing you l know when I took a look Gabe was trying to sell me a book But I got no dough He said check it out, it's going cheap Check it out, it's going cheap I'll give it a go Well, I read that book, every page And then I put it away Said I don't think so It makes slaves of all of womankind And corpses of the men And I just don't know And we care a little bit And we get scared a little bit Of those two cold dead eyes that stare a little bit And we cry a little bit And we get by a little bit Let your tears all come falling down Put me on a big white steed Ride it up and down your street Wrapped up in a crimson coat Sail me in a great big boat I'll sail around the waters for you Kill your sons and daughters for you Put me on a big white horse Send me down to Banbury Cross It's OK Joe, it's time to go! It's OK Joe, it's time to go! It's OK Joe, it's time to go! It's OK Joe, it's time to go!