blood She said to Orpheus "If you play that fucking thing down here I'll stick it up your orifice" Oh, mama, oh mama "This lyre lark is for the birds", said Orpheus
And she said to Orpheus If you play that fucking thing down here I'll stick it up your orifice! O Mamma O Mamma This lyre lark is for the birds, said Orpheus
Перевод: Ник Кейв и The Bad Seeds. Лира Орфея.
: You have a heart and I have a key Lie back and let me unlock you Those heathens you hang with down by the sea All they want to do is defrock you
: The wintergreen, the juniper The cornflower and the chicory All the words you said to me Still vibrating in the air The elm, the ash and the linden
: You went looking for nur, dear, Down by the sea You found some Iittle silver fish But you didn't find me I was hiding, dear, hiding all way I was hiding
: The sun is high up in the sky and I'm in my car Drifting down into the abattoir Do you see what I see, dear? The air grows heavy. I listen to your
: C'mon, kind Sir, let's walk outside And breathe the autumn air See the many that have lived and died See the unending golden stair See all of us that
: Farmer Emmerich went into his barn And found a cow suckling a serpent And a brown ape clanking a heavy chain Said Farmer Emmerich to the ape Never
: I was just a boy when I sat down To watch the news on TV I saw some ordinary slaughter I saw some routine atrocity My father said, don't look away
: Get ready for love! Praise Him! Get ready tot love! Praise Him! Get ready for love! Get readyl Well, most of all nothing much ever really happens
: Stay by me, stay by me You are the one, my only true love The butcher bird makes it's noise And asks you to agree With it's brutal nesting habits
: Through the windswept coastal trees Where the dead come rising from the sea With a teddy-bear clamped between her knees She says, where can my loverman
: I lay down by the river The shadows moved across me, inch by inch And all that I heard Was the war between the water and the bridge Turn to me, turn
: Pass me that lovely little gun My dear, my darting one The cleaners are coming, one by one You don't even want to let them start They are knocking
: It's difficult. It's very tough. I said to the man who'd been sleeping rough To sit within a fragrant breeze All among the nodding trees That hang