Cover di The Boatman’s Call

The Boatman’s Call
Album - 2 marzo 1997 - Debaser id 10639

di Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

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Into My Arms (04:15)
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds • The Boatman’s Call
I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms


Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms


And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms


Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms


But I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candles burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
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Brompton Oratory (04:06)
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds • The Boatman’s Call
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


No God up in the sky
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
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Far From Me (05:33)
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds • The Boatman’s Call
For you dear, I was born
For you I was raised up
For you I've lived and for you I will die
For you I am dying now
You were my mad little lover
In a world where everybody fucks everybody else over
You who are so far from me
Far from me
So far from me
Way across some cold neurotic sea
Far from me


I would talk to you of all matter of things
With a smile you would reply
Then the sun would leave your pretty face
And you'd retreat from the front of your eyes
I keep hearing that you're doing best
I hope your heart beats happy in your infant breast
You are so far from me
Far from me
Far from me


There is no knowledge but i know it
There's nothing to learn from that vacant voice
That sails to me across the line
From the ridiculous to the sublime
It's good to hear you're doing so well
But really can't you find somebody else that you can ring and tell
Did you ever
Care for me?
Were you ever
There for me?
So far from me


You told me you'd stick by me
Through the thick and through the thin
Those were your very words
My fair-weather friend
You were my brave-hearted lover
At the first taste of trouble went running back to mother
So far from me
Far from me
Suspended in your bleak and fishless sea
Far from me
Far from me
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