Tupelo
Looka yonder! Looka yonder! Looka yonder! A big black cloud come! A big black cloud come! O comes to Tupelo. Comes to Tupelo Yonder on the horizon Yonder on the horizon Stopped at the mighty river Stopped at the mighty river and Sucked the damn thing dry Tupelo-o-o, O Tupelo In a valley hides a town called Tupelo Distant thunder rumble. Distant thunder rumble Rumble hungry like the Beast The Beast it cometh, cometh down The Beast it cometh, cometh down Wo wo wo-o-o Tupelo bound. Tupelo-o-o. Yeah Tupelo The Beast it cometh, Tupelo bound Why the hen won't lay no egg Can't get that cock to crow The nag is spooked and crazy O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo! Ya can say these streets are rivers Ya can call these rivers streets Ya can tell ya self ya dreaming buddy But no sleep runs this deep No! No sleep runs this deep No sleep runs this deep Women at their windows Rain crashing on the pane Writing in the frost Tupelos' shame. Tupelo's shame O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo! O go to sleep lil children The sandmans on his way O go to sleep lil children The sandmans in his way But the lil children know They listen to the beating of their blood listen to the beating of their blood listen to the beating of their blood listen to the beating of their blood They listen to the beating of their blood The sandman's mud! The sandman's mud! And the black rain come down the black rain come down the black rain come down Water water everywhere Where no bird can fly no fish can swim Where no bird can fly no fish can swim No fish can swim Until The King is born! Until The King is born! In Tupelo! Tupelo-o-o! Til The King is born in Tupelo! In a clap-board shack with a roof of tin Where the rain came down and leaked within A young mother frozen on a concrete floor With a bottle and a box and a cradle of straw Tupelo-o-o! O Tupelo! With a bottle and a box and a cradle of straw Well Saturday gives what Sunday steals And a child is born on his brothers heels Come Sunday morn the first-born dead In a shoebox tied with a ribbon of red Tupelo-o-o! Hey Tupelo! In a shoebox buried with a ribbon of red O ma-ma rock you lil' one slow O ma-ma rock your baby O ma-ma rock your lil' one slow O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo! Mama rock your lil' one slow The lil one will walk on Tupelo The lil one will walk on Tupelo Black rain come down, Black rain come down Tupelo-o-o! Yeah Tupelo! And carry the burden of Tupelo Tupelo-o-o! O Tupelo! Yeah! The King will walk on Tupelo! Tupelo-o-o! O Tupelo! He carried the burden outa Tupelo! Tupelo-o-o! Hey Tupelo! [Repeat] You will reap just what you sow
s³owa Nick Cave _______________
Say Goodbye To The Little Girl Tree
O say goodbye to the little girl tree O you know that I must say goodbye To the little girl tree This wall I built around you Is made out of stone-lies O little girl the truth would be An axe in thee O father look to your daughter Brick of grief and stricken morter With this ring This silver hoop of wire I bind your maiden mainstem Just to keep you as a child O say goodbye to the little girl tree O you know that I must say goodbye To my little girl tree How fast your candy bones Reached out for me I must say goodbye to your brittle bones Crying out for me O you know that I must say goodbye O goodbye Even though you will betray me The very minute that I leave O say goodbye to the little girl tree O Lord you know that I must say goodbye To that little girl tree I rise up her girl-child lumps and slipping knots Into her laden boughs And amongst her roping limbs Like a swollen neck vein branching Into smaller lesser veins That must all just sing and say goodbye And let her blossom veils fly Her velvet gown Down down down Down down down Down down down and goodbye For you know that I must say goodbye To a rhythm softly tortured Of a motion back and forth Thats a rhythm sweetly tortured O that's the rhythm of the orchard And you know that I must say goodbye To that little girl tree O goodbye Yes goodbye For you know that I must die Down down down Down down down Down down down and goodbye For you know that I must die Yes you know that I must die O-o you know that I must die
s³owa Nick Cave _______________
Train Long-Suffering
Woo-wooooooo Woo! In the name of pain! (In the name of pain and suffering) In the name of pain! (In the name of pain and suffering) There comes a train! (There comes a train) Yeah! A long black train (There comes a train) Lord, a long black train Woo-woo! Woo-woo! Punched from the tunnel (The tunnel of love is long and lonely) Engines steaming like a fist (A fistful of memories) Into the jolly jaw of morning (Yeah! O yeah!) O baby it gets smashed! (You know that it gets smashed) O baby it gets smashed! (You know that it gets smashed) I kick every goddamn splinter Into all the looking eyes in the world Into all the laughing eyes Of all the girls in the world Oooooo-woooooh She ain't never comin back She ain't never comin back She ain't never comin back She ain't never comin back And the name of the pain is... And the name of the pain is... And the name of the pain is... And the name of the pain is... The name of the pain is A train long-suffering On rails of pain (On rails of pain and suffering) There comes a train (There comes a train long-suffering) On rails of pain (On rails of pain and suffering) O baby blow its whistle in the rain Woo-oo Woo! Woo-oo Woo! Who's the engine driver? (The engine drivers over yonder) His name is Memory (His name is Memory) O Memory is his name (Woooooo-wo!) Destination: Misery (Pain and misery) O pain and misery (Pain and misery) O pain and misery Hey! Hey! (Pain and misery) Hey! That's a sad lookin sack! Oooh that's a sad lookin sack! And the name of the pain is... And the name of the pain is... Ooh the name of the pain is A train long-suffering There is a train! (It's got a name) Yeah! It's a train long-suffering O Lord a train! (A long black train) Lord! Of pain and suffering Each night so black (O yeah! So black) And in the darkness of my sack I'm missing you baby (I'm missing you) And I just dunno what to do (dunno what to do) (Train long-suffering) (Train long-suffering) (Train long-suffering) (Train long-suffering) O she ain't never comin back O she ain't never comin back O she ain't never comin back O she ain't never comin back And the name of the pain is... And the name of the pain is... The name of the train is... The name of the train is Pain and suffering
s³owa Nick Cave _______________
Black Crow King
Mmmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm I am the black crow king Mmmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm I am the black crow king Keeper of the nodding corn Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! All the hammers are a-talking All the nails are a-singing So sweet and low You can hear it in the valley Where live the lame and the blind They climb the hill out of its belly They leave with mean black boots on "I just made a simple gesture They jumped up and nailed it to my shadow My gesture was a hooker You know, my shadow's made of timber." And the storm is a-rolling And the storm is a-rolling All down on me And I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone And I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone Ah'm still here rolling and I'm left on my own The blackbirds have all gone! Everyone's rolled on! I am the black crow king Keeper of the trodden corn I am the king Won't say it again And the rain, it raineth daily Lord And wash away my clothes I surrender up my arms To a company of crows I am the black crow king I won't say it again And all the thorns are a-crowning King ruby on each spine And the spears are a-sailing O my o my And the storm is a-rolling And the storm is a-rolling All down on me And I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone And I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone I'm still here rolling and left on my own Those blackbirds they have all flown and I am on my own I am the black crow king Keeper of the forgotten corn The King! The King! I'm the king of nuthin' at all The hammers are a-talking The nails are a-singing The thorns are a-crowning him The spears are a-sailing The crows are a-mocking The corn is a-nodding The storm is a-rolling The storm is a-rolling The storm is a-rolling down The storm is a-rolling down The storm is a-rolling Down on me Rolling down on me Rolling down on me
s³owa Nick Cave _______________
Knockin' On Joe
These chains of sorrow, they are heavy, it is true And these locks cannot be broken, no, not with one thousand keys O Jailer, you drag a ball-n-chain you cannot see You can lay your burden on me You can lay your burden down on me You can lay your burden down upon me But you cannot lay down your memory Woooo wooo wooo Woooo wooo wooo Here I go! Knockin on Joe! This square foot of sky will be mine til I die Knocking on Joe Woooo wooo wooo All down the row Knockin on Joe O Warden I surrender to you Your fists can't hurt me anymore You know, these hands will never mop your dirty Death Row floors O Preacher, come closer, you don't scare me anymore Just tell Nancy not to come here Just tell her not to come here anymore Tell Nancy not to come And let me die in the memory of those arms O woo woo woo Woo woo woo All down the row Knockin on Joe O you kings of halls and ends of halls You will die within these walls And I'll go, down the row Knockin on Joe O Nancy's body is a coffin, she wears my tombstone at her head O Nancy's body is a coffin, she wears my tombstone at her head She wears her body like a coffin She wears a dress of gold and red She wears a dress of gold and red She wears a dress of red and gold Grave-looters at my coffin before my body's even cold It's a door for when I go Knockin on Joe These hands will never mop your dirty Death Row floors No! You can hide! You can run! O but your trial is yet to come O you can run! You can hide! But you have yet to be tried! You can lay your burdens down here You can lay your burden down Knockin on Joe You can lay your burden upon me You can lay your burden upon me Knockin on Joe You can lay it down here You can bring your burden down Knockin on Joe You can't hurt me anymore You can't hurt me anymore Knockin on Joe (ad lib)
s³owa Nick Cave _______________
Wanted Man
I'm a wanted man, wanted man... I'm wanted, I'm a wanted man... Oh yeah... yeah... ah honey, I'm a wanted man
I'm a wanted man in California, I'm a wanted man in Buffalo I'm a wanted man in Kansas City, I'm a wanted man in Ohio I'm a wanted man in Mississippi, they want me in old Cheyenne Wherever you may look tonight, you will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea, Working for some man who may not know at all who I might be If you ever see me comin' and you know justa who I am, Don't breathe a word to no one buddy, 'cause I'm a wanted man
Wanted man in Albuquerque, wanted man in Syracuse, Wanted man in Tallahassee, wanted man in Baton Rouge, Wanted man in Arizona, wanted man in Galveston, Wanted man in El Dorado, this wanted man's in great demand
If you ever catch me sleepin', just see the price flashin' 'bove my head, Well take look again my friend, that's a gun pointed at your head
Wanted man by Lucy Watson, wanted man by Jesse Brown, Wanted man by Nellie Johnson, wanted man in this next town
Wanted man by the Boller(?) Sisters, wanted man by Kid Galahad Hey Darlin' don't you tell me you don't want me, cause I'm a wanted man
A wanted man who's lost his will to live, a wanted man who won't lay down, There's a woman kneelin' on my grave, pushin' daisies in the ground
Wanted man in the Windy City, wanted man in Tennessee, Wanted man in Broken Arrow, wanted man in Wounded Knee Wanted man in Jackson Town, Wanted man in El Passo, I got bounties on my head in towns I wouldn't ever think to go
Wanted Man in Arizona, wanted man in Louisville, Wanted man deep in Death Valley, wanted man up in the Hollywood Hill
If the Devil comes collectin', cause he doesn't know I'm a wanted man, he'd better wear a six gun on his hip and hold another in his hand
If you love the wanted man, you best hold him while you can, cause you're gonna wake up one mornin' and find the man you wanted, he is gone
Wanted man in New York City, wanted man in San Anton' Wanted man down in Lorado, wanted man in Tupelo Wanted man in the state of Texas, wanted man in the state of Maine This wanted man's in the state of leavin' ya baby, jumpin' on a midnight train
Wanted man in every courthouse, wanted man in a many saloons, Wanted man is a ghost in hundred homes, a shadow in a thousand rooms
Wanted man down in St. Louis, wanted man in New Orleans Wanted man in Mussel(?) Bay, wanted man in Cripple Creek Wanted man in Detroit City, wanted man in San Anton' But there's one place I'm not wanted lord, it's the place that I call home
Wanted man... Wanted man... If the devil comes collectin' he better hold a six gun in his hand
s³owa Bob Dylan _________________
Blind Lemon Jefferson
Blind Lemon Jefferson is a-coming Tap tap tappin with his cane Blind Lemon Jefferson is a-coming Tap tap tappin with his cane His last ditch lies down the road of trials Down the road of trials Half filled with rain
O Sycamore, Sycamore! Stretch your arms across the storm Down fly two greasy brother-crows They hop'n'bop They hop'n'bop They hop'n'bop Like the tax-man come to call They go knock knock! Knock knock! Hop'n'bop hop'n'bop They slap a death-writ on his door
Here come the Judgement train Git on board! And turn that big black engine home O let's roll! Let's roll! Down the tunnel The terrible tunnel of his world Waiting at his final station Like a bigger blacker third bird O let's roll! Let's roll!
O his road is dark and lonely He don't drive no Cadillac O his road is dark and holy He don't drive no Cadillac If that sky serves as his eyes Then that moons a cataract
Let's roll! Yeah let's roll! (Ad lib)
s³owa Nick Cave _______________
The Six Strings That Drew Blood
Guitar thug blew into town His eyes like wheels spinnin' round Jerkin-off at every sound Layin' all his crosses down O yeah He got Six Strings The Six Strings that drew blood
The bar is full of Holy-Joes A Holy-hole-a-whole-aria Around the neck of our consumptive rose is the root of all his sorrows O yeah He got Six Strings Six Strings that drew blood A Holy-hole-a-whole-aria Six Strings that drew blood
In the bathroom under cover He turns on one tap to discover He's smashed his teeth out on the other Well he look in the mirror and say don't fuck me brother Cause I got Six Strings Six Strings that drew blood
Numbin' the runt of reputation they call rat fame Top-E as a tourniquet A low tune whistles across his grave Forever the master and the slave of his Six Strings A Holy-hole-a-whole-aria Six Strings that drew blood.
s³owa Nick Cave
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