Seasons are turning. The world keeps holding on. Why are they fighting to be strong. We found a reason. And though the road is long. Love is the place we belong.
It seems you've waited most your life to come down. With all these feelings so close around you. And they blame you, blame you again. . And it seems I failed you more times than life allows.
You're a beautiful wreck now you're out of control. Crossing the double lines. You're a perfect disaster, the road to catastrophe. Don't stop for the signs.
The stars aligned up tonight, but you can't even see the light. Blinded by the scars inside you. Say ...you're in the light, hard to say if you're alive.
I need you here with me. Don't take this too far now. Your eyes seem so lonely inside you. Feel like you've lost your mind. . Could have been the champagne, the champagne.
Washed up, strung out. Living in a black out. A world spinning out of control. Face down, messed up. Never gonna be enough. Just another part of the show.
Sitting in a dark room. Falling to pieces. Try to find the right words. So you can sing along. . Wear it like a tight noose. I dont wanna feel this. Might of made a wrong move.
Crow Jane Crow Jane. Crow Jane. Horrors in her head. That her tongue dare not name. Lived all alone by the river. The rolling rivers of pain. Crow Jane Crow Jane.
You better run You better run and run and run. You better run You better run. You better run to the City of Refuge. You better run You better run. You better run to the City of Refuge.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------. (l,m) Nick Cave. (p) Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. . percussion; Blixa Bargeld: guitar; Conway Savage: piano;.
The Captain's fore-arm like buncht-up rope. with A-N-I-T-A wrigglin free onto skull'n'dagger. and a portrait of Christ, nailed to an anchor. etched into the upper....
Closer. . What started out as desire, turned into a lover's tryst. Who knew a moth and a flame could ever spawn a love like this. And YOU need something to taste.
There's nothing that I can say to make you want to stay here with me forever. There's nothing that I can do to make you want me like I need you to. I need you to..
Atmospheres ever changing colors. Moving around, above and through us. You step into the unknown just to see what's out there. Without a clue what to do until you're in there.
Corn sugar and caffeine. I feel my body in two different places. Still playing for both teams. Sometimes it feels I was born with two faces. . I feel the smoke climbing up my cheeks.
Bleeding, weeping,. coagulation sets in. A bolt in my head! The grisly aftermath of a life. spent. waiting for the carnage to come. . I love the stench.
with a hose. no one will ever find you. The smell of your carrion hangs low in the street. weeks of returning to relax in the meat. Butchery/morgue meets day-spa retreat.
Complete lower digestive prolapse. Volvulized intestines-squeezed feces attack. Shit bleeds through perforations. An indication for colostomy experimentation.
Obese pathetic creature. Exaggerated, consuming anatomical features. years of sloth and unfit diet. have created this gastrointestinal nightmare. Biopsy performed.