Nick Cave
Australian musician, songwriter, poet, author and actor.
The spears of the bright sun, all brave with its conquest,
Did hover unearthly, in banners of fire.
I knelt in the garden, awash with the dawning,
And a voice came so brightly, I covered my eyes.
I am the black crow king,
Keeper of the forgotten corn,
The King!
I hear stories from the chamber,
How Christ was born into a manger,
And like some ragged stranger died up on the cross,
And might I say it seems to fitting in its way,
He was a carpenter by trade,
Or at least that's what I'm told.
Oh, a passing, skeptical kind of interest. I'm a hammer-and-nails kind of guy.
O no don't go O no O slow down Joe!
The righteous path is straight as an arrow,
Take a walk and you'll find it's too narrow,
Too narrow for the likes of me.
Along crags and sunless cracks I go,
Up rib of rock, down spine of stone,
I dare not slumber where the right winds whistle,
Lest her creeping-soul clutch this heart of thistle.
Blind Lemon Jefferson is a-comin',
Tap tap tappin', with his cane.
My body is a monster driven insane,
My heart is a fish toasted in flames.
Tupelo-o-o! Hey, Tupelo! You will reap just what you sow.
Ah've cried one thousand tears, it's true.