One of my favorite Nick Cave lyrics is “The Weeping Song”:
[b]Go son, go down to the water
And see the women weeping there
Then go up into the mountains
The men, they are weeping too
Father, why are all the women weeping?
They are weeping for their men
Then why are all the men there weeping?
They are weeping back at them
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the men and women sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won’t be weeping long
Father, why are all the children weeping?
They are merely crying son
O, are they merely crying, father?
Yes, true weeping is yet to come
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the men and women sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won’t be weeping long
O father tell me, are you weeping?
Your face seems wet to touch
O then I’m so sorry, father
I never thought I hurt you so much
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While we rock ourselves to sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won’t be weeping long
But I won’t be weeping long
But I won’t be weeping long
But I won’t be weeping long[/b]
Also, Nick Cave’s “[I’ll Love You] 'Til the End of the World” from the soundtrack of the movie Until the End of the World:
[b]It was a miracle I even got outta Longwood alive,
This town fulla men with big mouths and no guts,
I mean, if you can just picture it,
The whole third floor of the hotel gutted by the blast,
And the street below showered in shards of broken glass,
And all the drunks pourin’ outta the dance halls,
Starin’ up at the smoke and the flames,
And the blind pencil seller wavin’ his stick,
Shoutin’ for his dog that lay dead on the side of the road,
And me, if you can believe this, at the wheel of the car
Closin my eyes and actually prayin’,
Not to God above, but to you, sayin’,
Help me girl, help me girl
I’ll love you till the end of the world
With your eyes black as coal and your long dark curls
Some things we plan, we sit and we invent and we plot and cook up,
Others are works of inspiration, of poetry,
And it was this genius hand that pushed me up the hotel stairs
To say my last goodbye,
To her hair white as snow, and her pale blue eyes,
Sayin “I gotta go, I gotta go, the bomb and the bread basket
Are ready to blow,”
In this town of men with big mouths and no guts,
The pencil seller’s dog spooked by the explosion
And leapin’ under my wheels as I careered outta Longwood on my way to you,
Waitin in your dress, in your dress of blue
I said thank you girl, thank you girl
I’ll love you till the end of the world
With your eyes black as coal and your long dark curls
And with the horses prancin’ through the fields,
With my knife in my jeans and the rain on the shield,
I sang a song for the glory of the beauty of you,
Waitin for me in your dress of blue
Thank you girl, thank you girl
I’ll love you till the end of the world
With your eyes black as coal and your long dark curls[/b]