NICK CAVE AND THE BAD SEEDS
        Murder Ballads
        LCD Stumm138


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        [ Song Of Joy ]
        Words and music: CAVE
        Vocals, pianos, organ, hammond: NICK CAVE
        Guitars: BLIXA BARGELD
        Bass: MARTYN P. CASEY
        Drums: MICK HARVEY
        Lines within 'quotes' by John Milton
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        Have mercy on me, sir
        Allow me to impose on you
        I have no place to stay
        And my bones are cold right through
        I will tell you a story
        Of a man and his family
        And I swear that it is true

        Ten years ago I met a girl named Joy
        She was a sweet and happy thing
        Her eyes were bright blue jewels
        And we were married in the spring
        I had no idea what happiness a little love could bring
        Or what life had in store
        But all things move toward their end
        All things move toward their end
        On that you can be sure

        La la la la la la la la la la
        La la la la la la la la la la

        Then one morning I awoke to find her weeping
        And for many days to follow
        She grew so sad and lonely
        Became Joy in name only
        Within her breast there launched an unnamed sorrow
        And a dark and grim force set sail
        'Farewell happy fields'
        'Where joy forever dwells'
        'Hail horrors hail'

        Was it an act of contrition or some awful premonition
        As if she saw into the heart of her final blood-soaked night
        Those lunatic eyes, that hungry kitchen knife
        Ah, I see, sir, that I have your attention!
        Well, could it be?
        How often I've asked that question
        Well, then in quick succession
        We had babies, one, two, three

        We called them Hilda, Hattie and Holly
        They were their mother's children
        Their eyes were bright blue jewels
        And they were quiet as a mouse
        There was no laughter in the house
        No, not from Hilda, Hattie or Holly
        "No wonder", people said, "poor mother Joy's so melancholy"
        Well, one night there came a visitor to our little home
        I was visiting a sick friend
        I was a doctor then
        Joy and the girls were on their own

        La la la la la la la la la la
        La la la la la la la la la la

        Joy had been bound with electrical tape
        In her mouth a gag
        She'd been stabbed repeatedly
        And stuffed into a sleeping bag
        In their very cots my girls were robbed of their lives
        Method of murder much the same as my wife's
        Method of murder much the same as my wife's
        It was midnight when i arrived at home
        Said to the police on the telephone
        Someone's taken four innocent lives

        They never caught the man
        He's still on the loose
        It seems he has done many many more
        Quotes John Milton on the walls in the victim's blood
        The police are investigating at tremendous cost
        In my house he wrote "Red right hand"
        That, I'm told, is from 'Paradise Lost'
        The wind around here gets wicked cold
        But my story is nearly told
        I fear the morning will bring quite a frost

        And so I've left my home
        I drift from land to land
        I am upon your step and you are a family man
        Outside the vultures wheel
        The wolves howl, the serpents hiss
        And to extend this small favour, friend
        Would be the sum of earthly bliss
        Do you reckon me a friend?
        'The sun to me is dark'
        'And silent as the moon'
        Do you, sir, have a room?
        Are you beckoning me in?

        La la la la la la la la la la
        La la la la la la la la la la
        La la la la la la la la la la
        La la la la la la la la la la


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        [ Stagger Lee ]
        Words: TRADITIONAL/CAVE
        Music: BARGELD/CASEY/CAVE/HARVEY/SAVAGE/SCLAVUNOS/WYDLER
        Vocals, organ, gun shots: NICK CAVE
        Guitar: MICK HARVEY
        Guitar, screams: BLIXA BARGELD
        Piano: CONWAY SAVAGE
        Bass: MARTYN P. CASEY
        Drums: JIM SCLAVUNOS
        Marraccas: THOMAS WYDLER
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        It was back in '32 when times were hard
        He had a Colt .45 and a deck of cards
        Stagger Lee

        He wore rat-drawn shoes and an old stetson hat
        Had a '28 Ford, had payments on that
        Stagger Lee

        His woman threw him out in the ice and snow
        And told him, "Never ever come back no more"
        Stagger Lee

        So he walked through the rain and he walked through the mud
        Till he came to a place called The Bucket Of Blood
        Stagger Lee

        He said, "Mr Motherfucker, you know who I am"
        The barkeeper said, "No, and I don't give a good goddamn"
        To Stagger Lee

        He said, "Well bartender, it't plain to see
        I'm that bad motherfucker called Stagger Lee"
        Mr. Stagger Lee

        Barkeep said, "Yeah, I've heard your name down the way
        And I kick motherfucking asses like you everyday"
        Mr Stagger Lee

        Well, those were the last words that the barkeep said
        'Cause Stag put four holes in his motherfucking head

        Just then in came a broad called Nellie Brown
        Was known to make more money than any bitch in town
        She struts across the bar, hitching up her skirt
        Over to Stagger Lee, she starts to flirt
        With Stagger Lee

        She saw the barkeep, said, "O God, he can't be dead!"
        Stag said, "Well, just count the holes in the motherfucker's head"
        She said, "You look like you ain't scored in quite a time.
        Why not come to my pad? It won't cost you a dime"
        Mr. Stagger Lee

        "But there's something I have to say before you begin
        You'll have to be gone before my man Billy Dilly comes in,
        Stagger Lee"

        "I'll stay here till Billy Dilly comes in, till time comes to pass
        And furthermore I'll fuck Billy Dilly in his motherfucking ass"
        Said Stagger Lee

        "I'm a bad motherfucker, don't you know
        And I'll crawl over fifty good pussies just to get to one fat boy's asshole"
        Said Stagger Lee

        Just then Billy Dilly rolls in and said, "You must be
        That bad motherfucker called Stagger Lee"
        Stagger Lee

        "Yeah, I'm Stagger Lee and you better get down on your knees
        And suck my dick, because if you don't you're sure to be dead"
        Said Stagger Lee

        Billy Dilly dropped down and sobbered on his head
        And Stag filled him full of lead
        Oh yeah.


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        [ Henry Lee ]
        Words: TRADITIONAL/CAVE
        Music: CAVE
        Vocals: NICK CAVE
        Vocals: PJ HARVEY
        Acoustic Guitar, organ: MICK HARVEY
        Guitar: BLIXA BARGELD
        Piano: CONWAY SAVAGE
        Bass: MARTYN P. CASEY
        Drums: THOMAS WYDLER
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        Get down, get down, little Henry Lee
        And stay all night with me
        You won't find a girl in this damned world
        That will compare with me
        And the did howl and the wind did blow
        La la la la la
        La la la la lee
        A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

        I can't get down and I won't get down
        And spend all night with thee
        For the girl I have in that merry green land
        I love far better than thee
        And the did howl and the wind did blow
        La la la la la 
        La la la la lee
        A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

        She leaned herself against a fence
        Just for a kiss or two
        And with a little pen-knife held in her hand
        She plugged him through and through
        And the did howl and the wind did blow
        La la la la la 
        La la la la lee
        A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

        Come take him by his lilly-white hands
        Come take him by his feet
        And throw him down this deep deep well
        Which is more than one hundred feet
        And the did howl and the wind did blow
        La la la la la 
        La la la la lee
        A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

        Lie there, lie there, little Henry Lee
        Till the flesh drops from your bones
        For the girl you have in that merry green land
        Can wait forever for you to come home
        And the did howl and the wind did blow
        La la la la la 
        La la la la lee
        A little bird lit down on Henry Lee


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        [ Lovely Creature ]
        Words: CAVE
        Music: BARGELD/CASEY/CAVE/HARVEY/WYDLER
        Vocals, organ: NICK CAVE
        Guitar, wind organ: MICK HARVEY
        Guitar: BLIXA BARGELD
        Piano: CONWAY SAVAGE
        Bass: MARTYN P. CASEY
        Percussion: JIM SCLAVUNOS
        Drums: THOMAS WYDLER
        Horns: TERRY EDWARDS
        Additional Vocals: KATHERINE BLAKE
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        There she stands, this lovely creature
        There she stands, there she stands
        With her hair full of ribbons
        And green gloves on her hands

        So I asked this lovely creature
        Yes, I asked. Yes I asked
        Would she walk with me a while
        Through this night so fast

        She took my hand, this lovely creature
        "Yes" she said, "Yes" she said
        "Yes, I'll walk with you a while"
        It was a joyful man she lead

        Over hills, this lovely creature
        Over mountains, over ranges
        By great pyramids and sphinxs
        We met drifters and strangers

        Oh the sands, my lovely creature
        And the mad, moaning winds
        At night the deserts writhed
        With diabolical things

        Through the night, throug the night
        The wind lashed and it whipped me
        When I got home, my lovely creature
        She was no longer with me

        Somewhere she lies, this lovely creature
        Beneath the slow drifting sands
        With her hair full of ribbons
        And green gloves on her hands


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        [ Where The Wild Roses Grow ]
        Word and music: CAVE
        Vocals, piano: NICK CAVE
        Vocals: KYLIE MINOGUE
        Acoustic guitar, guitar: MICK HARVEY
        Guitar: BLIXA BARGELD
        Bass: MARTYN P. CASEY
        Drums: THOMAS WYDLER
        Bells: JIM SCLAVUNOS
        Backing Vocals: MICK HARVEY; CONWAY SAVAGE
        Violins: JEN ANDERSON, SUE SIMPSON
        Viola: KERRAN COULTER
        Cello: HELEN MOUNTFORT
        String Arrangement: NICK CAVE, MICK HARVEY
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        They call me The Wild Rose
        But my name was Elisa Day
        Why they call me it I do not know
        For my name was Elisa Day

        From the first day I saw I knew she was the one
        As she stared in my eyes and smiled
        For her lips were the colour of the roses
        That grew down the river, all bloody and wild

        When he knocked on my door and entered the room
        My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
        He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
        He wiped at the tears that ran down my face

        CHORUS

        On the second day I brought her a flower
        She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
        I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow
        So sweet and scarlet and free?"

        On the second day he came with a single red rose
        Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?"
        I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
        He said, "If I show you the roses will you follow?"

        CHORUS

        On the third day he took me to the river
        He showed me the roses and we kissed
        And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
        As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist

        On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
        And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
        As I kissed her goodbye, I said, "All beauty must die"
        And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

        CHORUS
        

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        [ The Curse Of Millhaven ]
        Words and music: CAVE
        Vocals, organ: NICK CAVE
        Guitar: BLIXA BARGELD
        Guitar: HUGO RACE
        Violin, accordian: WARREN ELLIS
        Bass: MICK HARVEY
        Drums: THOMAS WYDLER
        Tamborine: JIM SCLAVUNOS
        The Moron Tabernacle Choir: NICK CAVE, MARTYN P. CASEY,
        CONWAY SAVAGE, THOMAS WYDLER, WARREN ELLIS, BRIAN HOOPER,
        SPENCER P. JONES, DAVE GRANEY, KATHERINE BLAKE, CLARE MOORE,
        ROWLAND S.HOWARD, JAMES JOHNSTON, IAN JOHNSTON, GERALDINE
        JOHNSTON, ASTRID MUNDAY
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        I live in a town called Millhaven
        And it's samll and it's mean and it's cold
        But if you come around just as the sun goes down
        You can watch the whole town turn to gold
        It's about then that I use to go a-roaming
        Singing La la la la  La la la lie
        All God's children they all gotta die

        My name is Loretta but i prefer Lottie
        I'm closing in on my fifteenth year
        And if you think you have seen a pair of eyes more green
        Then you sure didn't see them around here
        My hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing
        La la la la  La la la lie
        Mama often told me we all have to die

        You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven
        How last christmas Bill Blake's little boy didn't come home
        They found him next week in One Mile Creek
        His head bashed in and his pockets full of stone
        Well just imagine all the wailing and moaning
        La la la la  La la la lie
        Even little Billy Blake, he had to die

        Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High
        Found nailed to his door, his prize winning terrier
        The next day the old fool brought little Biko to school
        And we all had to watch as he burried her
        His eulogy to Biko had all the tears a-flowing
        La la la la  La la la lie
        Even God's little creatures, they have to die

        Our little town fell into a state of shock
        A lot of people were saying things that made little sense
        Then the next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe
        Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence
        Foul play can really get a small town going
        La la la la  La la la lie
        All God's children, they all have to die

        Then, in a cruel twist of faith, old Mrs Colgate
        Was stabbed but the job was not complete
        The last thing she said before the cops pronounced her dead
        Was, "My killer is Loretta and she lives across the street!"
        Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning
        La la la la  La la la lie
        The young ones, the old ones, they all gotta die

        Yes, it is I, Lottie. The curse of Millhaven
        I've struck horror in the heart of this town
        Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow
        It's more like the other way around
        I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all that foaming
        La la la la  La la la lie
        Sooner or later we all gotta die

        Since I was no bigger than a weavil they've been saying I was evil
        That if "bad" was a boot then I'd fit it
        That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard lately
        O fuck it! I'm a monster! I admit it!
        It makes me so mad my blood really starts a-going
        La la la la  La la la lie
        Mama always told me that we all gotta die

        Yeah, I drowned the Blakey kid, stabbed Mrs. Colgate, I admit
        Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed
        But I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior hig school psychos
        Stinky bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head
        I'll sing to the lot, now you got me going
        La la la la  La la la lie
        All God's children have all gotta die

        There were all of the others, all our sisters and brothers
        You assumed were accidents, best forgotten
        Recall the children who broke through the ice on Lake Tahoo?
        Everyone assumed the "Warning" signs had followed them to the bottom
        Well, they're underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowing
        La la la la  La la la lie
        Even twenty little children, they had to die

        And the fire of '91 that razed Bella Vista slum
        There was the biggest shit-fight this country's ever seen
        Insurance companies ruined, landlords getting sued
        All cause of a wee little girl with a can of gasoline
        Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing
        La la la la  La la la lie
        Rich man, poor man, all got to die

        Well I confessed to all these crimes and then they put me on trial
        I was laughing when they took me away
        Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah
        It ain't home, but you know, it's fucking better than jail
        It ain't such a bad old place to have a home in
        La la la la  La la la lie
        All God's children they all gotta die

        Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless Rorschach tests
        I keep telling them they're out to get me
        They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, "Why of course!
        There is so much more I could have done if they'd let me!"
        So it's Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy
        Singing La la la la  La la la lie
        All God's children have all gotta die
        La la la la  La la la lie
        I'm happy as a lark and everything is fine
        Singing La la la la  La la la lie
        Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine
        Singing La la la la  La la la lie
        All God's children they all gotta die
                               

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        [ The Kindness Of Strangers ]
        Words and music: CAVE
        Vocals: NICK CAVE
        Guitar: BLIXA BARGELD
        Guitar: MICK HARVEY
        Piano: CONWAY SAVAGE
        Bass: MARTYN P. CASEY
        Drums: THOMAS WYDLER
        Additional vocal: MARIELLA DEL CONTE
        Crying: ANITA LANE
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        They found Mary Bellows cuffed to the bed
        With a rag in her mouth and a bullet in her head
        O poor Mary Bellows

        She'd grown up hungry, she'd grown up poor
        So she left her home in Arkansas
        O poor Mary Bellows

        She wanted to see the deep blue sea
        She drove across Tennessee
        O poor Mary Bellows

        She met a man along the way
        He introduced himself as Richard Slade
        O poor Mary Bellows                               

        Poor Mary thought that she might die
        When she saw the ocean for the first time
        O poor Mary Bellows

        She checked into a cheap little place
        Richard Slade carried in her old suitcase
        O poor Mary Bellows

        "I'm a good girl, sir", she said to him
        I couldn't possibly permit you in
        O poor Mary Bellows

        Slade tipped his hat and winked his eye
        And turned away without goodbye
        O poor Mary Bellows

        She sat on her bed and thought of home
        With the sea breeze whistling all alone
        O poor Mary Bellows

        In hope and loneliness she crossed the floor
        And undid the latch on the front door
        O poor Mary Bellows

        They found her next day cuffed to the bed
        A rag in her mouth and a bullet in her head
        O poor Mary Bellows

        So mothers keep your girls at home
        Don't let them journey out alone
        Tell them this world is full of danger
        And to shun the company of strangers
        O poor Mary Bellows
        O poor Mary Bellows


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        [ Crow Jane ]
        Words and music: CAVE
        Vocals, piano: NICK CAVE
        Guitar: BLIXA BARGELD
        Hammond, space belt: MICK HARVEY
        Bass: MARTYN P. CASEY
        Drums: JIM SCLAVUNOS
        Tamborine: THOMAS WYLDER
        Additional vocals: GERALDINE JOHNSTON, LIZ CORCORAN
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        Crow Jane Crow Jane
        Crow Jane
        Horrors in her head
        That her tounge dare not name
        Lived all alone by the river
        The rolling rivers of pain
        Crow Jane Crow Jane
        Crow Jane Ah hah huh

        There is one shining eye on a hard-hat
        Company closed down the mine
        Winking on the waters they came
        Thenty hard-hats, twenty eyes
        In her clapboard shack
        Just six foot by five
        They killed all her whiskey
        Poured their pistols dry
        Crow Jane Crow Jane
        Crow Jane Ah hah huh

        Seems you've remembered
        How to sleep, how to sleep
        The house dogs are in your turnips
        And your yard dogs are running all over the streets
        Crow Jane Crow Jane
        Crow Jane Ah hah huh

        "O Mr. Smith and Mr. Wesson
        Why you close up shop so late?"
        "Just fitted out a girl who looked like a bird
        Measured .32, .44, .38
        Asked the girl which road she was taking
        Said she was walking on the road of hate
        But she hopped on a coal-trolley up to New Haven
        Population: 48"
        Crow Jane Crow Jane
        Crow Jane Ah hah huh

        Your guns are drunk and smoking
        They have followed you to the gate
        Laughing all way back from the new town
        Population, now, 28
        Crow Jane Crow Jane
        Crow Jane Ah hah huh
        

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        [ O'Malley's Bar ]
        Words and music: CAVE
        Bass, precussion: MICK HARVEY
        Organ: CONWAY SAVAGE
        Drums: THOMAS WYLDER
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        I am tall and I am thin
        Of an enviable hight
        And I've been known to be quite handsome
        From a certain angle, and in a certain light

        Well I entered into O'Malley's
        Said, "O'Malley I have a thirst"
        O'Malley merely smiled at me
        Said "You wouldn't be the first"

        I knocked on the bar and pointed
        To a bottle on the shelf
        And as O'Malley poured me out a drink
        I sniffed and crossed myself

        My hand decided that the time was nigh
        And for a moment it slipped from view
        And when it returned, it fairly burned
        With confidence anew
        Well the thunder from my steely fist
        Made all the glasses jangle
        When I shot him, I was so handsome
        It was the light, it was the angle

        Huh! Hmmmmm

        "Neighbours!" I cried, "Friends!" I screamed
        I banged my fist upon the bar
        "I bear no grudge against you!"
        And my dick felt long and hard
        "I am the man for which no God waits
        For which the whole world yearns        I'm marked by darkness and by blood
        And one thousand powder-burns"

        Well, you know those fish with the swollen lips
        That clean the ocean floor?
        When I looked at poor O'Malley's wife
        That is exactly what I saw

        I jammed the barrel under her chin
        And her face looked raw and vicious
        Her head it landed in the sink
        With all the dirty dishes

        Her little daughter Siobhan
        Pulled beers from dusk till dawn
        And amongst the townfolk, she was a bit of a joke
        But she pulled the best beers in town

        I swooped magnificient upon her
        As she sat shivering in her grief
        Like the madonna painted on the church-house wall
        In whale's blood and banana leaf

        Her throat it crumbled in my fist
        And i spun heroically around
        To see caffrey rising from his chair
        I shot the motherfucker down
        Mmmmmmmmm Yeah Yeah Yeah

        "I have no free will", I sang
        As I flew about the murder
        Mrs. Richard Holmes, she screamed
        You really should have heard her
        I sang and I laughed, I howled and I wept
        I panted like a pup
        I blew a hole in Mrs. Richard Holmes
        And her husband he stood up

        And he screamed, "You are an evil man"
        And I paused a while to wonder
        "If i have no free will then how can I
        Be morally culpable, I wonder"

        I shot Richard Holmes in the stomach
        And gingerly he sat down
        And he whispered wierdly, "No offense"
        And lay upon the ground

        "None taken", I replied to him
        With which he gave a little cough
        With blazing wings I neatly aimed
        And blew his head completely off

        I've lived in this town for thirty years
        And to no-one am I a stranger
        And I put new bullets in my gun
        Chamber upon chamber

        And when I turned my gun on the bird-like Mr. Brookes
        I thought of Saint Francis and his sparrows
        And as I shot down the youthful Richardson
        It was Sebastian I thought of, and his arrows

        Hhhhhhhhhhhh Mmmmmmmmmm

        I said, "I want to introduce myself
        And I am glad that you all came"
        And I leapt upon the bar
        And shouted out my name

        Well Jerry Bellows, he hugged his stool
        Closed his eyes and shrugged and laughed
        And with an ashtray as big as a fucking big brick
        I split his head in half

        His blood spilled across the bar
        Like a streaming scarlet brook
        And I knelt at it's edge on the counter
        Wiped the tears away and looked

        Well, the light in there was blinding
        Full of God and ghosts and truth
        I smiled at Henry Davenport
        Who made no attempt to move

        Well, from the position I was standing
        The strangest thing I ever saw
        The bullet entered through the top of his chest
        And blew his bowels out on the floor

        Well I floated down the counter
        Showing no remorse
        I shot a hole in Kathleen Carpenter
        Recently divorced


        But remorse I felt and remorse I had
        It clung to every thing
        From the raven hair upon my head
        To the feathers on my wings

        [...] in it's fraudulent claw
        With it's golden hairless chest
        And I glided through the bodies
        And killed the fat man Vincent West

        Who sat quietly in his chair
        A man become a child
        And I raised the gun up to his head
        Executioner-style

        He made no attempt to resist
        So fat and dull and lazy
        "Do you know I lived in your street?" I cried
        And he looked at me as thought I were crazy
        "O", he said, "I had no idea"
        And he grew as quiet as a mouse
        And the roar of the pistol when it went off
        Near blew the hat right off the house

        Well, I caught my eye in the mirror
        And gave it a long and loving inspection
        "There stands some kind of man", I roared
        And there did, in the reflection

        My hair combed back like a raven's wing
        My muscles hard and tight
        And curling from the business end of my gun
        Was a query-mark of cordite

        Well I spun to the left, I spun to the right
        And I spun to the left again
        "Fear me! Fear me!"
        But no one did cause they were dead

        Huh! Hmmmmmmmm
        And then there were the police sirens wailing
        And a bull-horn squelched and blared
        "Drop your weapons and come out
        With your hands in the air"

        Well, I checked the chambers of my gun
        Saw I had one final bullet left
        My hand, it looked almost human
        As I held it to my head

        "Drop your weapon and come out!
        Keep your hands above your head!"
        Well, I had one long hard think about dying
        And did exactly what they said

        There must have been fifty cops out there
        In a circle around O'Malley's bar
        "Don't shoot", I cried, "I'm a man unarmed!"
        So they put me in their car

        And they sped me away from that terrible scene
        And I glanced out of the window
        Saw O'Malley's bar, saw the cops and the cars
        And started counting on my fingers

        Aaaaaaaaah One Aaaaaaaah Two Aaaaaah Three Aaaah Four
        O'Malley's bar O'Malley's bar


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        [ Death Is Not The End ]
        Words and music: DYLAN
        Vocals (in order of appearance: NICK CAVE, PJ HARVEY, SHANE
        MacGOWAN, KYLIE MINOGUE, THOMAS WYDLER, ANITA LANE, BLIXA BARGELD
        Guitar: MICK HARVEY
        Guitar: BLIXA BARGELD
        Piano: CONWAY SAVAGE
        Organ: NICK CAVE
        Bass: BRIAN HOOPER
        Drums: THOMAS WYLDER
        Percussion: JIM SCLAVUNOS
        "Death Is Not The End" Lyrics (C) Special Rider Music /
        Sony Music Publishing 1988. Reproduction by kind permission.
        -----------------------------------
        When you're sad and when you're lonely
        And you haven't got a friend
        Just remember that death is not the end

        And all that you held sacred
        Falls down and does not mend
        Just remember that death is not the end
        Not the end, not the end
        Just remember that death is not the end

        When you're standing on the crossroads
        That you cannot comprehend
        Just remember that death is not the end

        And all your dreams have vanished
        And you don't know what's up the bend
        Just remember that death is not the end
        Not the end, not the end
        Just remember that death is not the end

        When the storm clouds gather round you
        And heavy rains descend
        Just remember that death is not the end

        And there is no-one there to comfort you
        With a helping hand to lend
        Just remember that death is not the end
        Not the end, not the end
        Just remember that death is not the end

        For the tree of life is growing
        Where the spirit never dies
        And the bright light of salvation
        Up in dark and empty skies
        When the cities are on fire
        With the burning flesh of men
        Just remember that death is not the end

        And you search in vain to find
        Some law-abiding citizen
        Just remember that death is not the end

        Not the end, not the end
        Just remember that death is not the end
        Not the end, not the end
        Just remember that death is not the end
               

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        On behalf of THE BAD SEEDS, I would like to thank MICK GEYER
        our chief researcher and guru, GEOFF COX, JOHN HILLCOAT, IAN
        JOHNSTON, JOHANNES BECK, BARRY ADAMSON, JAMES JOHNSTON, TIM
        FRIESE-GREENE, SHAUN CONNON, TONY COHEN, VICTOR VAN VUGT, KAI
        REINHARDT, TONY MARTIN, HENRY ROLLINS, PRUDENCE TRAPANI, SIMON
        PETTIFAR, VIVIANE CARNERIO, KATY BEALE, LIZ PIPPET, SUSAN PIPPET,
        TIM JOHNSTON, DAWN CAVE, CAMILLE WOLFF from GREY HOUSE BOOKS, 60
        Portobello Road London w11, DANIEL MILLER and all the people at
        MUTE. And all the artists who participated in this recording,
        WARREN ELLIS, MARIELLA DEL CONTE, GERALDINE JOHNSTON, KATHERINE
        BLAKE, LIZ CORCORON, BRIAN HOOPER, SPENCER P. JONES, HUGO RACE,
        DAVE GRANEY, TERRY EDWARDS, and the members of THE MORON TABER-
        NACLECHOIR who so happily embraced its spirit.

        I would especially like to thank KYLIE MINOGUE, POLLY HARVEY and
        ANITA LANE for brightening our glum little corners with their
        brilliance, and my old friend SHANE MacGOWAN for his murderous
        contribution.

        A special thanks to our inspired managerial team, RAYNER JESSON
        and TARA-JANE ZAGACKI.


                                                     Nick Cave (Signed)


        THE BAD SEEDS are:
        MICK HARVEY, BLIXA BARGELD, THOMAS WYLDER, COWAY SAVAGE, MARTYN
        P. CASEY, JIM SCLAVUNOS

        This record was produced by NICK CAVE AND THE BAD SEEDS, TONY
        COHEN and VICTOR VAN VUGT.
        It was recorded in 1993-95 at ATLANTIS, SING SING and METROPOLIS
        STUDIOS, Melbourne, WESSEX STUDIOS, London, and mixed at
        METROPOLIS with TONY COHEN
        WHERE THE WILD ROSES GROW was mixed by GREGG JACKMAN at SARAM
        WEST, London

        Mastered by RAY STAFF at WHITFIELD STREET

        (P) 1996 Mute Records Limited
        (C) 1996 Mute Records Limited
        - Reproduced without any given permission