SHINE

Nick Cave .....

Rough version recorded live atJorge's appartment

Fernando: voice & guitar
Jorge: dobro

Crossroads - Robert Johnson cover (live)

words: John Eagle / music: Phutz
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LYRICS:
North Beach was quiet for a Saturday night 
Kerouac was drinking whiskey in a bar 
Cassady was somewhere, I wasn’t sure 
I was leaving, a book under my arm 
City Lights were closing, still bright like a star

Maybe it was a mistake to have left the farm 
I wasn’t quite sure I was ready for this dream 
Reality paralyzed me entering the bar 
Kerouac was wincing over whiskey or rye 
His look didn’t quite say, here’s mud’n your eye

Back from Big Sur, there was blood in his eyes 
So I found a spot well down the bar 
The doctor didn’t say I would go this far 
It was quiet for a while, until someone came in 
He talked and waved like a great whirlwind

Oh, that must be Neal, he goes on as such 
In my present condition, I find him a little much 
So much easier to deal with Jack’s surly grimace 
Or iridescent light coming through the door 
But before I hit the wall, it melted to the floor

Neal is talking to me, on a longish jag 
Something about pool and bebop jazz 
Hands waving like fireflies sprung from a bag 
I wish Jack would come, take him from my view 
Suddenly I was in a church, kneeling in a pew

On the pulpit stood and man I had seen before 
He ranted about our greatest minds 
He bellowed Howl was the truth 
Colors from the windows that reached to the sky 
Seared my brain, and terrorized my eyes

I had to get out and set myself free 
But the first person that I met 
Was the good Doctor Timothy 
He said I was free, free to roam 
But all I could think was I had to get home

I passed the City Lights until it was out of reach 
And ran for my life, then I was out of North Beach 
Before I could find myself, I was On the Road 
The wind in my ears, but it sound like The Dead 
Truckin’ was playing inside my head

I’ve never been back 
To that place of City Lights 
Never again saw the surly face 
Of Mr. Kerouac 
And if Cassady’s a mystery 
I am sure you will note 
To watch what’s given you 
From Hofmann’s lab coat

Albert Hofmann (collaboration w/John Eagle.  click title for lyrics)

Words and music by The Pipes of C. A drum sample borrowed from the song "Jubilee Street" by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds.

*
It's cold up here you said
I stared at the sky open the stars.

*
Oaks on both sides of the road
Swallow these memories 
in their labyrinths
once again.

Labyrinths Once Again

As featured in the forthcoming feature film, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows - Part 1.

O Children appears on the Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds album Abattoir Blues/The Lyre of Orpheus, released in September 2004 on Mute. 

The live version appears on the Abattoir Blues Tour album, released by Mute in January 2007.

More info: http://www.nickcaveandthebadseeds.com

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Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - O Children

You're hanging on to the wheel of life
The wheel that forces you to roll

You're going on full cycle load
Feeding on bits that you can recall
Yes, you wonder

Old memories are your stepping stones 
There are some footsteps in your soul, 
that might be yours

Printing your lives
Printing your lives

Then you walk into the realm of truth
So real
Beaten and worn like a dirt road
You already know its every rock
as if it's your own

So you take a spin on the wheel of change
Praise your luck
Oh yeah you got some luck
you got some luck
means you got some love

And you pass through the realm of time 
In a rush
Leaving the past behind
All that matters is your future

Now you rest in the realm of sense
Talking about whatever you feel
Yet you know no one's coming

You may feel once before you die
that there was nothing worth  
nothing to discover

So you're thinking about 
Your next life.

Mandala

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Push the sky (Rosa Lux & T. Finland Edit)

Fenno-Bulgarian? Art collective? In Germany?

LET'S BREAK OUR PLATES AND DANCE SIRTAKI TO THE FOOTPRINTS OF THE DEAD POETS WHO ROAMED THESE WOODS AS OUR MOTHERS WERE GETTING PREGNANT GIVING BIRTH TO MARVELOUS MEN
