Woorden:
Nick Cave The Bad Seeds

Last night my kisses were banked in black hair And in my bed, my lover, her hair was midnight black And all her mystery dwelled within her black hair

Up those stone steps I climb Hail this joyful day's return Into its great shadowed vault I go Hail the Pentecostal morn The reading is from Luke 24 Where

Onward and onward and onward I go Where no man before be bothered to go Till the soles of my shoes are shot full of holes And it's all downhill with a

Everything must converge in time And so it goes, by and by Everything must converge some day Somehow, some way Everything must converge in time (Everything

Once there came a storm in the form of a girl It blew to pieces my snug little world Sometimes I swear, I can still hear it howl Down through the wreckage

Kiss me again, rekiss me and kiss me Slip your frigid hands beneath my shirt This useless old fucker with his twinkling cunt Doesn't care if he gets hurt

On the first day of May I took to the road I'd been staring out the window most of the morning I'd watched the rain claw at the glass And a vicious wind

I don't believe in an interventionist God But I know darling, that you do But if I did I would kneel down and ask him Not to intervene when it came to

Jangling Jack Goes Yackety Yack Visits the home of the brave Hails a fat yellow cab Jack wanna celebrate Jack wanna big drink Driver drops him at a bar