The Thread Wherein We Post A Line Or More From Nick Cave

[FEELS]

Tom Waits has one, Bob Dylan has one, so it's only fair that another one of the greatest, if not the greatest, songwriters has one.


If you're in Heaven then you'll forgive me dear
Because that's what they do up there
If you're in Hell, what can I say?
You probably deserved it anyway

[RotationSlimWang]

You really don't have to add the provision "if not the greatest."

[FEELS]

I think he's the greatest, but if I put that then the discussion would turn to people agreeing or disagreeing. So I left it somewhat neutral

[RotationSlimWang]

Well I mean... you're an idiot.

[FEELS]

...

[canexplain]

Since my baby left me, I've found a new place to dwell, down at the end of Lonely Street at Heartbreak Hotel. - OK well it's Sunday ... cr****

[algunz]

I don’t believe in an interventionist god
But I know, darling, that you do

[getbetter]

Brother, my cup is empty
And I haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home

[icedKeg]

Miley Cyrus floats in a swimming pool in Toluca Lake
and you're the best girl I ever had

[FEELS]

I read her diary on her sheets
scrutinizin' every little bit of dirt
tore out a page and stuffed it inside my shirt
Fled outta the window and shimmied down the vine
out of her nightmare and back into mine

[KickerConspiracy]

And love followed just behind me, panting at my feet
As the steeple tore the stomach from a lonely little cloud

[Originalbob]

I like floating here, it's nice
They've hung seaweed around my hips
And I do the hula for the hungry ones
With the lames, all throw me tips

[FEELS]

Lover, lover, goodbye
So slowly goes the night
Next to me lies your body plan
Like a map of some forbidden land
I trace the ghosts of your bones with my trembling hand

So slowly goes the night
Ten lonely days, ten lonely nights
I watch the moon get flayed each night
Until the moon becomes the skinning knife
The skins of my sins, I send to cover and comfort you

[flowbee]

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around

[fatbastard]

Tree don't care what the little bird sings
We go down with the dew in the morning light
The tree don't know what the little bird brings
We go down with the dew in the morning

[FEELS]

well the moon it looked exhausted, like something you should pity
spent an age spotted above the sizzling wires of the city
and it reminded me of her face, those bleached and hungry eyes
her hair was like a curtain, falling open with the laughter
and closing with the lies

[Fourthisto]

Say farewell to the passing of the years, though all your sweet goodbyes will fall upon deaf ears.
Kiss so softly the mouths of the ones you love, beneath the September moon and the heavens above.
And the world will turn without you, and history will soon forget about you, but the heavens they will reward you, and the saints will be there to escort you.
So faraway, so faraway and yet so close.