| Nick Cave Faraway, So Close! (from the soundtrack to the film of the same name) Empty out your pockets, toss the lot upon the floor. All those treasures, my friend, You don�t need them anymore. Your days are all through dying, They gave all their ghosts away, So kiss close all your wounds and call living life a day. For the planets gravitate around you, And the stars shower down around you, And the angels in heaven adore you, And the saints all stand and applaud you. So faraway, So faraway and yet so close. Say farewell to the passing of the years, Though all your sweet goodbyes will fall upon deaf ears. Kiss so softly the mouths of the ones you love, Beneath the september moon and the heavens above. And the world will turn without you, And history will soon forget about you, But the heavens they will reward you, And the saints will be there to escort you. So faraway, So faraway and yet so close. Do not grieve at the passing of mortality, For life�s but a thing of terrible gravity. And the planets gravitate around you, And the stars shall dance about you, And the angels in heaven adore you, And the saints all stand and applaud you. So faraway, So faraway and yet so close. |
| Nick Cave Brother, My Cup is Empty Brother, my cup is empty And I haven�t got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home I am the captain of my pain Tis the bit, the bridle, The trashing cane The stirrup, the harness The whipping mane The pickled eye The shrinking brain O brother, buy me one more drink I�ll explain the nature of my pain Yes, let me tell you once again I am the captain of my pain O brother, my cup is empty And I haven�t got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home I cannot blame it all on her To blame her all would be a lie For many a night I lay awake And wished that I could watch her die To see her accusing finger spurt To see flies swarm her hateful eye To watch her groaning in the dirt To see her clicking tongue crack dry O brother, buy me one more drink One more drink and then goodbye And do not mock me when I say Let�s drink one more before I die O brother, my cup is empty And I haven�t got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home Well I�ve been sliding down on rainbows Well I�ve been swinging from the stars Now this wretch in beggars clothing Bangs his cup across the bars Look, this cup of mine is empty! Seems I�ve misplaced my desires Seems I�m sweeping up the ashes Of all my former fires So brother, be a brother And fill this tiny cup of mine And please, sir, make it whiskey For I have no head for wine O brother, my cup is empty And I haven�t got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home I counted up my blessings And counted only one One tiny little blessing And now that blessings gone So buy me one more drink, my brother Then I�m taking to the road Yes, I�m taking to the rain I�m taking to the snow O my friend, my only brother Do not let the party grieve So throw a dollar onto the bar Now kiss my ass and leave O brother, my cup is empty And I haven�t got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home |