Wednesday, October 6

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, "Brompton Oratory"

Brompton Oratory

Up those stone steps I climb
Hail this joyful day's return
Into its great shadowed vault I go
Hail the Pentecostal morn

The reading is from Luke 24
Where Christ returns to his loved ones
I look at the stone apostles
Think that it's alright for some

And I wish that I was made of stone
So that I would not have to see
A beauty impossible to define
A beauty impossible to believe

A beauty impossible to endure
The blood imparted in little sips
The smell of you still on my hands
As I bring the cup up to my lips

And no God up in the sky
And no devil beneath the sea
Could do the job that you did, baby
Of bringing me to my knees

Outside I sit on the stone steps
With nothing much to do
Forlorn and exhausted, baby
By the absence of you


Hans said...

I like the viola!

Metamatician said...

Not a fan of Nick's baritone I take it? That's ok, even Rachel said he was an acquired taste.

I like his albums of mellow songs like this one (from "The Boatman's Call") - very relaxing and show a maturity not present in his younger-days stuff. Which is to be expected.

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