The actual value of the songs is weighed entirely in the hearts of those who choose to receive them.


Nick Cave, The Red Hand Files Issue #47

done dun

strap-on blood porn dream

(escrito no verso)

mostly I never knew which way was out
once it was on, it was on and that was that


Nick Cave

I'm Waiting For The Man

I could not shift the shadow
or form sugar from your halos
(...)
So open up your mouth
and in your invisible church
under sun while cats purr
gorgeous dreams under dark nights
and tender rhymes under swallow flight
and lovely bird song sings


David Tibet 

"the carnival drums all mad in the air"

Across clinical benches with nothing to talk
Breathing tea and biscuits and the Serenity Prayer
While the bones of our child crumble like chalk
O where do we go now but nowhere


Nick Cave

"Can you feel my heartbeat?"

Note to self

With trembling hand I turned toward her
And pushed the hair out of her eyes
The kitten jumped back to her lap
As I sat sadly by her side

Then she drew the curtains down
And said, "When will you ever learn
That what happens there beyond the glass
Is simply none of your concern?
God has given you but one heart
You are not a home for the hearts of your brothers

And God does not care for your benevolence
Anymore than he cares for the lack of it in others
Nor does he care for you to sit
At windows in judgement of the world He created
While sorrows pile up around you
Ugly, useless and over-inflated"

Nick Cave (*)

A estrada é longa

Foi emocionalmente brutal. Não houve célula neste corpo que saísse incólume.
No silêncio interior - que mantenho circunscrito - basta o múrmurio do teu nome para que a reacção seja imediata, visceral, carregada de lágrimas.

(*)

X & Y

There was a girl, call her animal X 
(...) 
she meets a boy, animal Y 
(...)
And she put her hand on his heart,
Right there on his heart, just for the joy of it
But his heart was lying down on the road
(...)
He was a head with no heart
(...)
She was a head with no heart


Nick Cave*

(conheço pessoas com algoritmos no lugar do coração.)

home for a lonely heart

Who measured the distance from the planets
Right down to your big blue spinning world
And heartbeats and tears and nervous laughter
Spilling down all over you, girl

Nick Cave*

Note to self

When will you ever learn
That what happens there beyond the glass
Is simply none of your concern?
God has given you but one heart
You are not a home for the hearts of your brothers

And God does not care for your benevolence
Anymore than he cares for the lack of it in others
Nor does he care for you to sit
At windows in judgement of the world He created
While sorrows pile up around you
Ugly, useless and over-inflated

Nick Cave*

We are, 
                I say, 
                           mostly lost.

Nick Cave*

"Can you feel my heartbeat?"*

Who cares, who cares what the future brings?
Black road long and I drove and drove
I came upon a crossroad
The night was hot and black
(...)
Oh let the damn day break
The rainy days always make me sad

Nick Cave*

And some people say it's just rock'n roll 
Oh, but it gets you right down to your soul

Nick Cave

All my life I failed to see
One good thing standing in front of me
(...)
Help me, help me, help me, baby, reach down and collect me

Nick Cave*

Jesus makes the flowers grow all around the scene of her collision

There's some cat on the saxophone
Laying down a litany of excuses
(...)
She lives in some forgotten song
And moves like she is zombie-strong
Breathes steady as the pendulum keeps swinging

Nick Cave*

a ten ton catastrophe on a 60 pound chain*

Vi o meu morto. Não fui capaz de ignorar a certidão de óbito, seria  hipócrita e insensato.

(Num acto reflexo as lágrimas caíram sem que me desse conta)

*Nick Cave