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B-Sides & Rarities
Compilation - 28 marzo 2005 - Debaser id 207237

di Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

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The Six Strings That Drew Blood (04:47)
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Guitar thug blew into town
His eyes like wheels spinnin' round
Jerkin-off at every sound
Layin' all his crosses down
O yeah
He got Six Strings
The Six Strings that drew blood


The bar is full of Holy-Joes
A Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
Around the neck of our consumptive rose
is the root of all his sorrows
O yeah
He got Six Strings
Six Strings that drew blood
A Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
Six Strings that drew blood


In the bathroom under cover
He turns on one tap to discover
He's smashed his teeth out on the other
Well he look in the mirror and say
don't fuck me brother
Cause I got Six Strings
Six Strings that drew blood


Numbin' the runt of reputation they call rat fame
Top-E as a tourniquet
A low tune whistles across his grave
Forever the master and the slave of his Six Strings
A Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
Six Strings that drew blood.
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Rye Whiskey (03:29)
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Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry,
If I don’t git rye whiskey I think I will die.
If you was a hornet way up in a tree,
I’d faint from pure pleasure if you’d come and sting me!

If I was a candle and you was a moth,
I’d burn you so sweetly you’d never fly off.
Oh! Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I declare,
I make my rye whiskey but I won’t tell you where.

If I was a skunk weed and you was a bee,
I’d bloom red and purple if you’d sip out of me.
Oh! Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I vow,
I make my rye whiskey but I won’t tell you how.

The redwood is strong and a mighty tall tree,
But the strongest and tallest grows right out of me.
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I never could fly,
If I don’t git rye whiskey I’ll live till I die.

The hedgehog will roll on the grapes on the ground,
Just roll over me and you’ll see what you’ve found.
My balls, oh rye whiskey, will stick to your ass,
Like grapes on a hedgehog that rolls in the grass.

Si tengo un saguaro, no me has de culpar,
Pues un gran saguarazo te ha de gustar.
Ay! Tequila, tequila, tequila nomas,
Si me das el tequila yo te doy el compas!
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Scum (02:54)
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Well, I lived with one
Well, I lived with one, I lived with two,
I even lived with a third
I wanna tell you about number one
He was a miserable shitwringing turd
Like he reminded me of some evil gnome
Shakin hands was like shakin a hot, fat, oily bone
Holdin on for far too long
Yes he took me in, he took me in
He said that I looked pale and thin
I told him he looked fat
His lips were red and lickin wet
His house was roastin hot
In fact it was a fuckin slum
Scum! Scum!
Well then he hooked up with some slut from the same game
Black snow! Black snow!
Cocksuckstress, and I should know
Mean and vicious, her microphone always smelled suspicious
His and herpes bath towel type
If you know what I mean
I could not look at him, worm
He'd be takin a shower and who should walk in
He was the epitome of their type
Her middle name was Welcome, his was Wipe
Scum! Scum!
Well you're on the shit list
Thrust and twist, twist and screw
You gave me a bad review
And maybe you think that it's all just water under the bridge
Well my UNfriend, I'm the type that holds a grudge
I'm your creator
I think you fuckin traitor, chronic masturbator,
Shitlicker, user, self-abuser, jigger jigger!
What rock did you crawl from?
Which ..... did you come?
You Judas, Brutus, Vitus, Scum!
Hey four-eyes, come
That's right, it's a gun
Face is bubble, blood, and ...... street
Snowman with six holes clean into his fat fuckin guts
Psychotic drama mounts
Guts well deep then a spring is fount (?)
I unload into his eyes
Blood springs
Dead snow
Blue skies
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Helpless (03:51)
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There is a town in north Ontario
And I take comfort from memories there
And in my mind I still need a place to go
All my best changes were there

Blue, blue windows behind the stars
Yellow moon on the rise
Big birds flying across the sky
Throwing shadows on our eyes
Leave us helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless
Baby, heal me now

The chains are locked and tied across the door
They seem to help me somehow
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