Sunday, December 27, 2015

The Mercy Seat







It began when they come took me from my home
And put me in Dead Row,
Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know.
And I'll say it again
I.. am.. not.. afraid.. to.. die.




I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields,
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner deals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
All things either good or ungood.





And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof.
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.




Interpret signs and catalogue
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog.
The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind.
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath gathering at my hind






I hear stories from the chamber
How Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might I say, it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told




Like my good hand
tattooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist
That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist.




In Heaven His throne is made of gold
The ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm told
All history does unfold.
Down here it's made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And God is never far away.





Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
So I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
And anyway I never lied.



My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L.
Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D.
'Tis a long-suffering shackle
Collaring all that devil blood.





And the mercy seat is a-burning
And I think my head is flowing
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this weighing up of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die.





And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway, there was no proof
And nor a motive why.



And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof.
A life for a life
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway there was no proof
And I'm not afraid to die.






Now the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is smoking
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all these looks of disbelief.
A eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.




And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.





And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof.
A eye for a eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
But I'm not afraid to lie.






And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
But I'm afraid I told a lie.

Nick Cave 

Sunday, December 20, 2015

I Feel Strange









I feel strange, can you help me?
I've been around the world too fast
You're the only one I noticed
of all the people I've been past
I will always listen to you
Losing battles in your mind
You don't have to tell me nothing
I know that you're on my side





Cant you help me
Can you help me
Feel a little less strange?





I feel strange, can you help me
I'm a little lost today
You're the only face i think of
When i cannot find my way
I could tell you what goes crossing
Always crossing through my mind
I don't need to tell you nothing,
I know that you're on my side







But you help me
Yeah you help me
You help me
Feel a little less strange





I feel strange, can you help me?
I've been around the world too fast
You're the only one I noticed
Of all the people I've been past
You will always listen to me
Losing battles in my mind
You don't have to tell me nothing
I know that you're on my side





But you help me
Oh yeah you help me
Oh well you help me,
I feel a little less strange
Oh but you help me
Yeah you help me
Oh you help me,
Feel a little less strange
The Dead Weather

Sunday, December 13, 2015

Oxygen Feed







skeletons in between

tubes for the oxygen feed

signal fire really glows

in the clock radio







you can let it burn and fall apart and burn the ground




i can only see you where you are

i can only carry you so far







to the(slowly?) ebb and flow

forward carefully

when the suns in your eyes

leave your weight behind




like the dull human scene?

nods their heads to the piece?

no one knows what they need

said the trembling sea?




you can let it burn and fall apart and burn the ground






i can only see you where you are

i can only carry you so far, far

so far, so far





to the(slowly?)ebb and flow

forward carefully
when the suns in your eyes

leave your weight behind





to the(slowly?)ebb and flow

forward carefully

when the suns in your eyes

leave your weight behind


Viet Cong

Sunday, December 6, 2015

Too much







Did you scream? Did you suffer?
Does it help you do more?
Does it pay up when you wake up
And the last word is yours?




We could be more, don't you run away
We could be happier this way
You could do more, don't you run away
We could be happier.







Could I make it more clear?
Could I give you more time?
Did I say enough
Or did I say too much?







Could I make it more clear?
Could I give you more time?
Did I say enough
Or maybe I said too much?





Let me in, let me wonder
Let me worry where you've been
Let me in, you can find me
When you find me we begin.





We could be more, don't you run away
We could be happier this way
You could do more, don't you run away
We could be happier.





Could I make it more clear?
Could I give you more time?
Did I say enough
Or did I say too much?







Could I make it more clear?
Could I give you more time?
Did I say enough
Or maybe I...







Could I make it more clear?
Could I give you more time?
Did I say enough
Or did I say too much?







Could I make it more clear?
Could I give you more time?
Did I say enough
Or maybe I said too much?
Or maybe I said too much...

Pale