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Abattoir Blues/The Lyre of Orpheus
Burnin' The Ice
1983
From Her To Eternity
1984
The Firstborn Is Dead
1985
Kicking Against the Pricks
1986
Your Funeral ... My Trial
1986
The Good Son
1990
Henry's Dream
1992
Let Love In
1994
Murder Ballads
1996
The Boatman's Call
1997
Abattoir Blues/The Lyre of Orpheus
2004
Live From KCRW
2013
Ghosteen
2019
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Burnin΄ The Ice
1983 -
From Her To Eternity
1984 -
The Firstborn Is Dead
1985 -
Kicking Against the Pricks
1986 -
Your Funeral ... My Trial
1986 -
The Good Son
1990 -
Henry΄s Dream
1992 -
Let Love In
1994 -
Murder Ballads
1996 -
The Boatman΄s Call
1997 -
Abattoir Blues/The Lyre of Orpheus
2004 -
Live From KCRW
2013 -
Ghosteen
2019
Nick Cave - Babe you turn me on / 2004
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Nick Cave - Babe you turn me on /2004
Versuri cantec:
Stay by me, stay by me
You are the one, my only true love
The butcher bird makes it's noise
And asks you to agree
With it's brutal nesting habits
And it's pointless savagery
Now, the nightingale sings to you
And raises up the ante
I put one hand on your round ripe heart
And the other down your panties
Everything is falling, dear
Everything is wrong
It's just history repeating itself
And babe, you turn me on
Like a light bulb
Like a song
You race naked through the wilderness
You torment the birds and the bees
You leapt into the abyss, but find It only goes up to your knees
I move stealthily from tree to tree I shadow you for hours
I make like I'm a little deer Grazing on the flowers
Everything is collapsing, dear All moral sense has gone It's just history repeating itself And babe, you turn me on
Like an idea Like an Atom bomb We stand awed inside a clearing
We do not make a sound The crimson snow falls all about Carpeting the ground Everything is falling, dear All rhyme and reason gone It's just history repeating itself And, babe, you turn me on Like an idea Like an Atom bomb
Versuri cantec:
Stay by me, stay by me
You are the one, my only true love
The butcher bird makes it's noise
And asks you to agree
With it's brutal nesting habits
And it's pointless savagery
Now, the nightingale sings to you
And raises up the ante
I put one hand on your round ripe heart
And the other down your panties
Everything is falling, dear
Everything is wrong
It's just history repeating itself
And babe, you turn me on
Like a light bulb
Like a song
You race naked through the wilderness
You torment the birds and the bees
You leapt into the abyss, but find It only goes up to your knees
I move stealthily from tree to tree I shadow you for hours
I make like I'm a little deer Grazing on the flowers
Everything is collapsing, dear All moral sense has gone It's just history repeating itself And babe, you turn me on
Like an idea Like an Atom bomb We stand awed inside a clearing
We do not make a sound The crimson snow falls all about Carpeting the ground Everything is falling, dear All rhyme and reason gone It's just history repeating itself And, babe, you turn me on Like an idea Like an Atom bomb