щас чот популярно стало крутить по радио трек, исполненный Ником и Кайли М.... -Where the wild roses grow да и на форуме чот не нашел темку подходяшую)
В некоторых источников данного типана называют "Маэстро готики".... давайте разберемся...
Биография
Николас Эдвард Кейв родился 22 сентября 1957 года в Австралии, под Мельбурном. Его мать - Доун, библиотекарь. Отец - преподаватель английского языка, умер, когда Нику Кейву было 19. Именно он в свое время познакомил сына с “Лолитой” Набокова и “Преступлением и наказанием” Достоевского. У Кейва есть два старших брата - Тим и Питер и младшая сестра Джули.
Он учился в Мельбурне в Caulfield Grammar School, а также в художественном колледже (Art department of Caulfield Institute of Technology). Примерно в это время, в Колфилде он встретил Мика Харви, с которым организовывал практически все свои проекты. Одним из первых таких проектов стала группа Boys Next Door, которая благополучно распалась к 1980 году.
После этого создается группа The Birthday Party, названная так в память одной из сцен из “Преступления и наказания”. Группа отправляется завоевывать Лондон. The Birthday Party распались в 1983 году. Незадолго до распада Ник Кейв познакомился с Бликсой Баргельдом, лидером очень шумной немецкой команды Einstürzende Neubauten, и вскоре предложил ему играть у себя. В 1984 году выходит первый альбом новой группы Кейва - The Bad Seeds - From Her To Eternity. Первый состав The Bad Seeds включал Бликсу Баргельда, Мика Харви, Барри Адамсона и Хьюго Рейса, а вдохновляла мрачных парней барышня по имени Анита Лейн.
Незадолго до разрушения берлинской стены Ник Кейв уезжает из Германии в Лондон, а потом и в Бразилию, в Сан-Паоло, где встречает свою будущую жену Вивиен Карнейро. В 1991 году у него рождается сын Люк, которому он с тех пор уделяет достаточно много времени. В 1993, после разрыва с Вивиен, он возвращается в Лондон вместе с сыном. Там он записывает один из лучших своих альбомов Let Love In.
В 1996 году Ник Кейв выпустил альбом Murder Ballads, который, благодаря дуэту с Кайли Миноуг Where The Wild Roses Grow завоевывает большой коммерческий успех. В 1997 году выходит альбом The Boatman’s Call, видимо, знаменующий новый этап в творчестве Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, настолько он отличается от предыдущих работ. В мае 1998 звукозаписывающая компания Mute Records явилась инициатором выхода альбома The Best Of…. В рамках турне, последовавшего за реализаций альбома Ник Кейв дал три концерта в России.
В августе 1999 Ник Кейв женился на топ-модели Сюзи Бик, с которой познакомился приблизительно за полтора года до этого примечательного события. В 2000 году становится отцом еще двоих сыновей, близнецов. Самого себя в интервью Кейв начинает называть office man, клерком, потому что теперь работает над песнями в офисе, по строгому распорядку. Промежуточным итогом такой работы становится альбом No More Shall We Part, вышедший весной 2001 года. Следующий диск Nocturama (2003) порадовал поклонников, став возвратом к прежнему энергичному, плотному звучанию. В том же году из “The Bad Seeds” ушел один из ее основателей и старый друг Кейва, Бликса Баргельд. Несмотря на это на следующий год Ник и его группа выпустили двойник, состоявший, по сути, из двух разных альбомов, объединенных в один релиз - резкий и энергичный Abbatoir Blues и более спокойный и личный The Lyre Of Orpheus. С концертами в поддержку этих альбомов The Bad Seeds приехали в Россию аккурат на очередной день рожденья Кейва. Но настоящий подарок ждал поклонников в 2005 - когда музыканты аж на трех дисках выпустили сборник B-Sides & Rarities, достав из пыльных закромов припрятанные когда-то жемчужины.
Кроме того, Ник Кейв является автором книг King Ink и King Ink II, а также романа And The Ass Saw The Angel. Ник Кейв снимался и в кино, самым заметным стало его появление в фильме Вима Вендерса “Небо над Берлином”.
9 вещей, повлиявших на Ника Кейва
В 1995 году в интервью одной израильской газете Ник Кейв назвал 9 вещей, повлиявших на его творчество.
1. Владимир Набоков, “Лолита”
2. Федор Достоевский, “Преступление и наказние”, особенно сцена убийства
3. Библия, повлиявшая на многие его песни.
4. Живопись, учеба в Художественном колледже.
5. Боб Дилан - “Slow Train Coming”
6. Джон Ли Хукер
7.Badlands - фильм Теренса Малика.
8. Анита Лейн, когда-то его девушка, одна из Bad Seeds.
9. Люк, его сын.
Литературная деятельность
На личность и творчество Ника Кейва сильно повлияла художественная литература, производившая на него большое впечатление с детства. По словами самого Кейва[2], у него был хороший учитель литературы, а отец пытался «вдолбить» ему в голову два фрагмента из книг: начальную сцену из «Лолиты» Набокова и сцену убийства из «Преступления и наказания» Достоевского.
Кейв написал роман «И узре ослица Ангела Божия», изданный в 1989 году. Кроме того, Ник Кейв является автором поэтических сборников «Король Чернило. Том I» и «Король Чернило. Том II». «И узре ослица Ангела Божия» перевёл на русский Илья Кормильцев. В сентябре 2009 года в свет вышел второй роман Кейва - "Смерть Банни Монро" (The Death of Bunny Munro). Все эти книги переведены на русский язык.
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Деятельность в кино
Первый свой саундтрек Ник записал в 1983 году для фильма «Standt. Die». За ним последовало множество других, в том числе записанные вместе с Бликсой Баргельдом и Миком Харви «To Have and To Hold» и «Ghosts of… Civil Dead». Ник также стал соавтором последнего и сыграл в нём одну из ролей.
Выступление The Bad Seeds можно увидеть в фильме Вима Вендерса «Небо над Берлином» (нем. Der Himmel über Berlin, 1987). Кейв также снимался вместе с Бликсой Баргельдом в фильме «Дэнди» Петера Земпеля (нем. Peter Sempel) и ещё нескольких независимых фильмах.
В 2005 году на экраны вышел вестерн «Предложение» (The Proposition) по сценарию Ника Кейва, с саундтреком Кейва и его коллеги по Bad Seeds Уоррена Эллиса. На этом Ник не остановился — на 2011 год планируется выход нового фильма по его сценарию, «Death of a Ladies' Man».
Песни Кейва очень востребованы в кино, они вошли в саундтреки более чем к тридцати фильмам.
В 1990 году вышел докуметальный фильм о The Bad Seeds «Дорога Бог знает куда» режиссёра Ули М. Шуппеля.
Дискография
Boys Next Door
Door Door (1979)
The Birthday Party
The Birthday Party (Hee Haw) (1980)
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Faint Heart
The Friend Catcher
I, cigarette fingers
puff and poke
puff and poking the smoke
touches the ground
You, your lungs and your wrists
they throb like trains
choo choo choo
it’s a prison of sound
of sound
She, by my chinny chin chin [buying chilly chin-chin?]
Eee-oh Eee-oh
Like a zippo smokes the way
hope, around
You, your lungs and your wrists
they throb like trains
choo choo choo
It’s a prison of sound
a prison of sound
She, by the hair of my chinny chin chin
Eee-oh Eee-oh Eee-oh Eee-oh
Like a zippo smokes the way
hope, around
You, your lungs and your wrists
they throb like trains
choo choo choo
it’s a prison of sound
I poke around…
A Catholic Scin
Riddle House
Death By Drowning
The Red Clock
Mr. Clarinet
I have a friend in you, oh Mr Clarinet
You make me laugh, and then cry like the song of the clarinet.
Marry me, marry me alive O
I put on my coat of trumpets
Will she be there? Is my piccolo on straight?
Her white stockings and red dress that goes
swish, swish, swish around her legs of lace
Marry me, marry me alive O
Could you tell her
Would you tell her for me,
oh Mr Clarinet confidant
That I love her, love her, oh love her
I love her but I can’t [wait]
Marry me, marry me alive O
Oh maybe, oh maybe lie down
I love her, love her, love her
Love her love her love her love her
Happy Birthday
It’s a very happy day
We are at lots of fun fun fun
And it’s ice-cream and jelly
and a punch in the belly
How much can you throw over the walls?
And see how his face glows
It’s a bike! What a surprise.
It’s a big bike. What a big surprise.
It’s a red bike. What a red surprise.
Oh, what a surprise.
But the best thing there
But the best thing there
Was the wonderful dog chair
Was the beautiful dog chair
That could count right up to ten
It could count right up to ten
It went woof, woof, woof, woof, woof,
woof, woof, woof, woof, woof.
And it’s another happy day.
He was born eleven years ago
And this year it’s long trousers
and a very smart tie.
Just think in five years he’ll be shaving.
And see how his face glows
It’s a bike. What a surprise!
It’s a samurai sword.
What a metal surprise.
He’ll remember this day for the rest of his life.
But the best thing there
But the best thing there
Is that fabulous dog chair
The immaculate dog chair
That could count right up to eleven
It could count right up to eleven
It went woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof,
woof, woof, woof.
But the best thing there
But the best thing there
Was my darling the dog chair
But the rampaging dog chair
That could count right up to eleven
It could count right up to eleven.
And it went round and round the house.
Catman
Hats On Wrong
Waving My Arms
Guilt Parade
The Hair Shirt
The Friend Catcher
I, cigarette fingers
puff and poke
puff and poking the smoke
touches the ground
You, your lungs and your wrists
they throb like trains
choo choo choo
it’s a prison of sound
of sound
She, by my chinny chin chin [buying chilly chin-chin?]
Eee-oh Eee-oh
Like a zippo smokes the way
hope, around
You, your lungs and your wrists
they throb like trains
choo choo choo
It’s a prison of sound
a prison of sound
She, by the hair of my chinny chin chin
Eee-oh Eee-oh Eee-oh Eee-oh
Like a zippo smokes the way
hope, around
You, your lungs and your wrists
they throb like trains
choo choo choo
it’s a prison of sound
I poke around…
A Catholic Scin
Riddle House
Death By Drowning
The Red Clock
Mr. Clarinet
I have a friend in you, oh Mr Clarinet
You make me laugh, and then cry like the song of the clarinet.
Marry me, marry me alive O
I put on my coat of trumpets
Will she be there? Is my piccolo on straight?
Her white stockings and red dress that goes
swish, swish, swish around her legs of lace
Marry me, marry me alive O
Could you tell her
Would you tell her for me,
oh Mr Clarinet confidant
That I love her, love her, oh love her
I love her but I can’t [wait]
Marry me, marry me alive O
Oh maybe, oh maybe lie down
I love her, love her, love her
Love her love her love her love her
Happy Birthday
It’s a very happy day
We are at lots of fun fun fun
And it’s ice-cream and jelly
and a punch in the belly
How much can you throw over the walls?
And see how his face glows
It’s a bike! What a surprise.
It’s a big bike. What a big surprise.
It’s a red bike. What a red surprise.
Oh, what a surprise.
But the best thing there
But the best thing there
Was the wonderful dog chair
Was the beautiful dog chair
That could count right up to ten
It could count right up to ten
It went woof, woof, woof, woof, woof,
woof, woof, woof, woof, woof.
And it’s another happy day.
He was born eleven years ago
And this year it’s long trousers
and a very smart tie.
Just think in five years he’ll be shaving.
And see how his face glows
It’s a bike. What a surprise!
It’s a samurai sword.
What a metal surprise.
He’ll remember this day for the rest of his life.
But the best thing there
But the best thing there
Is that fabulous dog chair
The immaculate dog chair
That could count right up to eleven
It could count right up to eleven
It went woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof,
woof, woof, woof.
But the best thing there
But the best thing there
Was my darling the dog chair
But the rampaging dog chair
That could count right up to eleven
It could count right up to eleven.
And it went round and round the house.
Catman
Hats On Wrong
Waving My Arms
Guilt Parade
The Hair Shirt
Prayers On Fire (1981)
Junkyard (1982)
Mutiny! / Bad Seed (1983)
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
From Her to Eternity (1984)
The Firstborn Is Dead (1985)
Kicking Against The Pricks (1986)
Your Funeral… My Trial (1986)
Tender Prey (1988)
The Good Son (1990)
Henry’s Dream (1992)
I Had a Dream Joe (single) (1992)
Live Seeds (1993)
Let Love In (1994)
Where The Wild Roses Grow (single) (1995)
Murder Ballads (1996)
Unknown & Unreleased (1996)
The Boatman's Call (1997)
Live at Royal Albert Hall (1998)
The Secret Life of the Love Song (1999)
No More Shall We Part (2001)
Nocturama (2003)
Abattoir Blues / The Lyre Of Orpheus (2004)
B-Sides & Rarities (3 CD) (2005)
Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!! (2008)
Nick Cave and Grinderman
Grinderman (2007)
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Get It On
I had to get up to get down to start all over again
Head on down to the basement and shout
Kick those white mice and black dogs out
Kick those white mice and baboons out
Kick those baboons and other motherfuckers out
And get it on get it on get it on
On the day that you got born
They had to dig him the ground
They chipped him from the frozen snow
They dug his monkey fingets
But he had no where to go
They dug his pink hair curlers
They dug his sequined gown
They dug his Stratocaster
They dug his pornographic crown
He’s got some words of wisdom!
GET IT ON GET IT ON ON THE DAY THAT YOU WERE BORN
He crawled out of the ooze
He defied evolution
He had green flippers and sang the blues
He caused a revolution
He got in the British weeklies
He got in the dailies too
He drank panther piss
And fucked the girls you’re married too
He’s got some words of wisdom GET IT ON GET IT ON
On the day that you were born
You gotta do The Vaughan
Yeah, papa’s down
Sweets is sweet
Tex is on
Then one day he went away
His neighbour claimed he’d shot him
If he hadn’t of dissappeared
The Taxman would have got him
Yeah but before I leave
I call out from the storm
For those who gave their lives
So we could get it on
GET IT ON GET IT ON GET IT ON
On the day that you got born!
No Pussy Blues
My face is finished
my body’s gone
and I can’t help but think
standin’ up here in all this applause
and gazin’ down at all the young and the beautiful
with their questioning eyes
that I must above all things love myself
that I must above all things love myself
that I must above all things love myself
I saw a girl in the crowd
I ran over I shouted out
I asked if I could take her out
but she said that she didn’t want to
I changed the sheets on my bed
I combed my hair across my head
I sucked in my gut and still she said
that she just didn’t want to
I read her (don’t know) and I read her Yeats
I tried my best to stay up late
I fixed the hinges on her gate
but still she just never wanted to
I bought her a dozen snow white doves
I did auditions(?) in rubber gloves
I called her honey bee, I called her love
but she just still didn’t want to
she just never wants to
Damn!
I sent her every type of flower
I played the guitar by the hour
I padded her revolted little (don’t know)
but still she just didn’t want to
I wrote a song with 100 lines
I picked a bunch of dandelions
I walked her through the trembling pines
but she just even then didn’t want to
she just never wants to
I thought I’d try another ‘tack
I’d drink a liter of cognac
I threw up down her back
but she just laughed and said she just didn’t want to
I thought I’d have another go
I called her my little ho
I felt like (don’t know) soul must feel when
she said that she just never wanted to
she just didn’t want to
I got the no pussy blues (rep.)
Seems I was wrong with the flowers…
Electric Alice
Don’t the stars look good tonight
Thought Electric Alice
In the pale moonlight
Don’t the moon look big and bright
Thought Electric Alice
In the pale moonlight
I thing I hear a baby cry
Thought Electric Alice as she passed by
Makes me feel like I’m a little child again
Thought Electric Alice in the silver rain
Grinderman
I’m the grinderman
In the silver rain
In the pale moonlight
I am open late
Yes I’m the grinderman
Seven days a week
In the pale moonlight
In the silver rain
I’m the grinderman
Any way I can
In the silver rain
In the pale moonlight
I’m the grinderman
Yes I am
I’m the silver rain
In the pale moonlight
I am open late
Yes I’m the grinderman
In the silver rain
In the pale moonlight
I am open late
Yes I’m the grinderman
Yes I am
Any way I can
Depth Charge Ethel
I entered the room at the Canned Laughter
Ethel was angled across some dude’s knee
I offered to clothe her, to feed her, to bath her
If she’d just give me a little exclusivity
Yea Depth Charge Ethel
Is something special
Yea Depth Charge Ethel
Is something special to me
Ethel is a woman that a river runs through
She is famous throughout the land
People come and bath in her lake
And I do but lately it’s gotten out of hand
Yea Depth Charge Ethel
Is something special
Yea Depth Charge Ethel
Is something special to me
To kiss Ethel is like drinking the stars
But do not kiss her, make you come unglued
So if you want a piece of her, you better get in there fast
Right now there’s a ticketbox and a queue
Yea Depth Charge Ethel
Is something special
Yea Depth Charge Ethel
Is something special to me
Depth Charge Ethel we should all just take a chance
We should all love one another, cuz she’s special
In the back of a taxicab with ants in my apnts
I can’t sit still, I know they’re gonna send me, I know they’re gonna send me
Yea Depth Charge Ethel
Is something special
Yea Depth Charge Ethel
Is something special
Yea Depth Charge Ethel
Is heavy metal
yea heavy metal
Depth Charge Ethel
Is something special to me
Go Tell The Woman
We done out thing
We have evolved
We’re up on our hind legs
The problems solved
We are artists
We are mathematicians
Some of hold extremely
high positions
But we are tired
We are hardly breathing
And we are free
Go tell the women that we’re leaving
We re sick and tired
Of all this self serving grieving
All we wanted was a little consensual rape in the morning
And maybe a bit more in the evening
We are scientists
We do genetics
We leave religion
To the psychos and fanatics
But we are tired
We got nothing to believe in
We are lost
Go tell the women continued
We don’t know a thing
We’re hip to the sound
of six billion people going down
We are magicians
We are deceiving
We’re free and we’re lost
Go tell the women that we’re leaving
Come.. on back now to the fray
(I Don’t Need You To) Set Me Free
I saw you walkin’ down on the street
I called out from my window but you didn’t hear me
I lay down and I tried to sleep
I waited for you to walk on by again
I don’t need you to set me free
I don’t want you to set me free
Well every time I see you, I get sick
And every time I think of you, well I get sick
And every time I dream of you, well I get sick
And every time I cry for you, well I get sick
I don’t want you to set me free
I don’t need you to set me free
I don’t want you to set me free
I just need you to set me free
I don’t want you to set me free
I just need you to set me free
Alright come on Grinderman!
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
Honey Bee (Let’s Fly To Mars)
1234
Mad mullahs and dirty bombs
Alert the coasal command
Ack-ack positions everyone
She’s my honey bee and here she comes
Cancer rabies SARS
Hairy beards and hurtling stars
Won’t somebody touch me?
Won’t somebody touch me?
Honey bee lets fly to MARS
Buzz buszz buzz
There’s a kid laying on the lawn
His neighbours on the telephone
The dispatcher asks What’s going on?
Please Sir, what’s going on?
The kid is laying on the lawn
He’s been giving me shit for years
He rides his bike across my lawn
Now he’s laying on the lawn
Won’t somebody touch me?
O someone please touch me!
Honey bee lets fly to Mars
Buzz buzz buzz Ba baba ba ba ba Wo!
BA BA BA BA BA BA BA!
Scud missiles Asian flu
The easily offended
We are the undefended
We are the undefended
Won’t somebody touch us
There’s a virus come to town
Won’t somebody give me a kiss
He’s been giving me shit for years
Honey bee lets fly to Mars
Buzz Buzz buzz buzz buzz
Honey bee Honey bee!
Man In The Moon
My daddy was an astronaut
That’s what I was often taught
My daddy went away too soon
Now he’s living on the moon
Hang on to me people
We’re going down
Down among the fishes in an absence of sound
It’s the presence of distance and it’s floating in time
It’s lack and it’s longing and it’s not very kind
Send it scratching in this rented room
Scratching and atapping to the man in the moon
About all the things that I’ve been taught
My daddy was an astronaut
When My Love Comes Down
When my love comes down to meet you
When my love comes down to meet you again
Your mouth is a hologram made of spiders bones
Your fingers little soldiers drumming on their way back home
I thought I saw a thundercloud on the avenue
Lightning rattled though the streets that little storm was you
When my love comes down to meet you
When my love comes down to meet you again
Your skin is like the falling snow your hair is like the rising sun
Your tongue is like Kalashnikov or some other foreign gun
I see you standing there way down upon the street
Marching victorious with your banners of defeat
O when my love comes down to meet you
O when my love comes down to meet you again
Love Bomb
Come on
I read that book from back to front
It made a deep impression
Near 20000 pages, baby
And I hope for some direction
I stood before the mirror
And I stared at my reflection
I’d almost disappeared
And I made no impression
I went down to my baby’s house
And I sat down on the step
Said 2,000 years of Christian history, baby
And you ain’t learned to love me yet?
My baby looked me in the eye
My nails were bitten to the quick
She said you used to love me all night long
But you’ve gotten so thin and sick
Gonna send you a love bomb
I’m gonna send you a love bomb
I read that book from back to front
Yea, looking for some inspiration
I been listening to the radio
Trying to find some self-expression
I been listening to the Woman’s Hour
I been listening to Gardener’s Question Time
But everything I try to grow
I can’t even grow a dandelion
Yea I been watching the MTV
And I been watching the BBC
Yea I been searching on the internet
I’m gettin’ so thin and sick
I’m gonna send you a love bomb
I’m gonna send you a love bomb
Love bomb
I went down to my baby’s house
I sat down on the step
Yea I went down to my baby’s house
And I lay down on the step
She said what are you doing here?
I said I been tryin’ to make some sense
But every action that I take
Is of absolutely no fucking consequence
My baby said she can’t see that
She reached down with her fingers
Her fingers went right through me
I screamed my head off
I was so thin and sick
Gonna send you a love bomb
Gonna send you a love bomb
I had to get up to get down to start all over again
Head on down to the basement and shout
Kick those white mice and black dogs out
Kick those white mice and baboons out
Kick those baboons and other motherfuckers out
And get it on get it on get it on
On the day that you got born
They had to dig him the ground
They chipped him from the frozen snow
They dug his monkey fingets
But he had no where to go
They dug his pink hair curlers
They dug his sequined gown
They dug his Stratocaster
They dug his pornographic crown
He’s got some words of wisdom!
GET IT ON GET IT ON ON THE DAY THAT YOU WERE BORN
He crawled out of the ooze
He defied evolution
He had green flippers and sang the blues
He caused a revolution
He got in the British weeklies
He got in the dailies too
He drank panther piss
And fucked the girls you’re married too
He’s got some words of wisdom GET IT ON GET IT ON
On the day that you were born
You gotta do The Vaughan
Yeah, papa’s down
Sweets is sweet
Tex is on
Then one day he went away
His neighbour claimed he’d shot him
If he hadn’t of dissappeared
The Taxman would have got him
Yeah but before I leave
I call out from the storm
For those who gave their lives
So we could get it on
GET IT ON GET IT ON GET IT ON
On the day that you got born!
No Pussy Blues
My face is finished
my body’s gone
and I can’t help but think
standin’ up here in all this applause
and gazin’ down at all the young and the beautiful
with their questioning eyes
that I must above all things love myself
that I must above all things love myself
that I must above all things love myself
I saw a girl in the crowd
I ran over I shouted out
I asked if I could take her out
but she said that she didn’t want to
I changed the sheets on my bed
I combed my hair across my head
I sucked in my gut and still she said
that she just didn’t want to
I read her (don’t know) and I read her Yeats
I tried my best to stay up late
I fixed the hinges on her gate
but still she just never wanted to
I bought her a dozen snow white doves
I did auditions(?) in rubber gloves
I called her honey bee, I called her love
but she just still didn’t want to
she just never wants to
Damn!
I sent her every type of flower
I played the guitar by the hour
I padded her revolted little (don’t know)
but still she just didn’t want to
I wrote a song with 100 lines
I picked a bunch of dandelions
I walked her through the trembling pines
but she just even then didn’t want to
she just never wants to
I thought I’d try another ‘tack
I’d drink a liter of cognac
I threw up down her back
but she just laughed and said she just didn’t want to
I thought I’d have another go
I called her my little ho
I felt like (don’t know) soul must feel when
she said that she just never wanted to
she just didn’t want to
I got the no pussy blues (rep.)
Seems I was wrong with the flowers…
Electric Alice
Don’t the stars look good tonight
Thought Electric Alice
In the pale moonlight
Don’t the moon look big and bright
Thought Electric Alice
In the pale moonlight
I thing I hear a baby cry
Thought Electric Alice as she passed by
Makes me feel like I’m a little child again
Thought Electric Alice in the silver rain
Grinderman
I’m the grinderman
In the silver rain
In the pale moonlight
I am open late
Yes I’m the grinderman
Seven days a week
In the pale moonlight
In the silver rain
I’m the grinderman
Any way I can
In the silver rain
In the pale moonlight
I’m the grinderman
Yes I am
I’m the silver rain
In the pale moonlight
I am open late
Yes I’m the grinderman
In the silver rain
In the pale moonlight
I am open late
Yes I’m the grinderman
Yes I am
Any way I can
Depth Charge Ethel
I entered the room at the Canned Laughter
Ethel was angled across some dude’s knee
I offered to clothe her, to feed her, to bath her
If she’d just give me a little exclusivity
Yea Depth Charge Ethel
Is something special
Yea Depth Charge Ethel
Is something special to me
Ethel is a woman that a river runs through
She is famous throughout the land
People come and bath in her lake
And I do but lately it’s gotten out of hand
Yea Depth Charge Ethel
Is something special
Yea Depth Charge Ethel
Is something special to me
To kiss Ethel is like drinking the stars
But do not kiss her, make you come unglued
So if you want a piece of her, you better get in there fast
Right now there’s a ticketbox and a queue
Yea Depth Charge Ethel
Is something special
Yea Depth Charge Ethel
Is something special to me
Depth Charge Ethel we should all just take a chance
We should all love one another, cuz she’s special
In the back of a taxicab with ants in my apnts
I can’t sit still, I know they’re gonna send me, I know they’re gonna send me
Yea Depth Charge Ethel
Is something special
Yea Depth Charge Ethel
Is something special
Yea Depth Charge Ethel
Is heavy metal
yea heavy metal
Depth Charge Ethel
Is something special to me
Go Tell The Woman
We done out thing
We have evolved
We’re up on our hind legs
The problems solved
We are artists
We are mathematicians
Some of hold extremely
high positions
But we are tired
We are hardly breathing
And we are free
Go tell the women that we’re leaving
We re sick and tired
Of all this self serving grieving
All we wanted was a little consensual rape in the morning
And maybe a bit more in the evening
We are scientists
We do genetics
We leave religion
To the psychos and fanatics
But we are tired
We got nothing to believe in
We are lost
Go tell the women continued
We don’t know a thing
We’re hip to the sound
of six billion people going down
We are magicians
We are deceiving
We’re free and we’re lost
Go tell the women that we’re leaving
Come.. on back now to the fray
(I Don’t Need You To) Set Me Free
I saw you walkin’ down on the street
I called out from my window but you didn’t hear me
I lay down and I tried to sleep
I waited for you to walk on by again
I don’t need you to set me free
I don’t want you to set me free
Well every time I see you, I get sick
And every time I think of you, well I get sick
And every time I dream of you, well I get sick
And every time I cry for you, well I get sick
I don’t want you to set me free
I don’t need you to set me free
I don’t want you to set me free
I just need you to set me free
I don’t want you to set me free
I just need you to set me free
Alright come on Grinderman!
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
Honey Bee (Let’s Fly To Mars)
1234
Mad mullahs and dirty bombs
Alert the coasal command
Ack-ack positions everyone
She’s my honey bee and here she comes
Cancer rabies SARS
Hairy beards and hurtling stars
Won’t somebody touch me?
Won’t somebody touch me?
Honey bee lets fly to MARS
Buzz buszz buzz
There’s a kid laying on the lawn
His neighbours on the telephone
The dispatcher asks What’s going on?
Please Sir, what’s going on?
The kid is laying on the lawn
He’s been giving me shit for years
He rides his bike across my lawn
Now he’s laying on the lawn
Won’t somebody touch me?
O someone please touch me!
Honey bee lets fly to Mars
Buzz buzz buzz Ba baba ba ba ba Wo!
BA BA BA BA BA BA BA!
Scud missiles Asian flu
The easily offended
We are the undefended
We are the undefended
Won’t somebody touch us
There’s a virus come to town
Won’t somebody give me a kiss
He’s been giving me shit for years
Honey bee lets fly to Mars
Buzz Buzz buzz buzz buzz
Honey bee Honey bee!
Man In The Moon
My daddy was an astronaut
That’s what I was often taught
My daddy went away too soon
Now he’s living on the moon
Hang on to me people
We’re going down
Down among the fishes in an absence of sound
It’s the presence of distance and it’s floating in time
It’s lack and it’s longing and it’s not very kind
Send it scratching in this rented room
Scratching and atapping to the man in the moon
About all the things that I’ve been taught
My daddy was an astronaut
When My Love Comes Down
When my love comes down to meet you
When my love comes down to meet you again
Your mouth is a hologram made of spiders bones
Your fingers little soldiers drumming on their way back home
I thought I saw a thundercloud on the avenue
Lightning rattled though the streets that little storm was you
When my love comes down to meet you
When my love comes down to meet you again
Your skin is like the falling snow your hair is like the rising sun
Your tongue is like Kalashnikov or some other foreign gun
I see you standing there way down upon the street
Marching victorious with your banners of defeat
O when my love comes down to meet you
O when my love comes down to meet you again
Love Bomb
Come on
I read that book from back to front
It made a deep impression
Near 20000 pages, baby
And I hope for some direction
I stood before the mirror
And I stared at my reflection
I’d almost disappeared
And I made no impression
I went down to my baby’s house
And I sat down on the step
Said 2,000 years of Christian history, baby
And you ain’t learned to love me yet?
My baby looked me in the eye
My nails were bitten to the quick
She said you used to love me all night long
But you’ve gotten so thin and sick
Gonna send you a love bomb
I’m gonna send you a love bomb
I read that book from back to front
Yea, looking for some inspiration
I been listening to the radio
Trying to find some self-expression
I been listening to the Woman’s Hour
I been listening to Gardener’s Question Time
But everything I try to grow
I can’t even grow a dandelion
Yea I been watching the MTV
And I been watching the BBC
Yea I been searching on the internet
I’m gettin’ so thin and sick
I’m gonna send you a love bomb
I’m gonna send you a love bomb
Love bomb
I went down to my baby’s house
I sat down on the step
Yea I went down to my baby’s house
And I lay down on the step
She said what are you doing here?
I said I been tryin’ to make some sense
But every action that I take
Is of absolutely no fucking consequence
My baby said she can’t see that
She reached down with her fingers
Her fingers went right through me
I screamed my head off
I was so thin and sick
Gonna send you a love bomb
Gonna send you a love bomb
