Foi na cruz, foi na cruz, que um dia
Meus pecados castigados em Jesus
Foi na cruz, que um dia foi na cruz
Love comes a-knocking
Comes a-knocking upon our door
But you, you and me, love
We don't live here any more
Foi na cruz, foi na cruz, que um dia
Meus pecados castigados em Jesus
Foi na cruz, que um dia foi na cruz
A little sleep, a little slumber
A little folding of the hands to sleep
A little love, a little hate, babe
A little trickery and deceit
Foi na cruz, foi na cruz, que um dia
Meus pecados castigados em Jesus
Foi na cruz, que um dia foi na cruz
Dream on 'til you can dream no more
For all our great plans, babe
Will be dreams forever more
Foi na cruz, foi na cruz, que um dia
Meus pecados castigados em Jesus
Foi na cruz, que um dia foi na cruz
Foi na cruz, foi na cruz, que um dia
Meus pecados castigados em Jesus
Foi na cruz, que um dia foi na cruz
Foi na cruz, foi na cruz, que um dia
Meus pecados castigados em Jesus
Foi na cruz, que um dia foi na cruz
Foi na cruz, foi na cruz, que um dia
Meus pecados castigados em Jesus
Foi na cruz, que um dia foi na cruz
Foi na cruz, foi na cruz, que um dia
Meus pecados castigados em Jesus
Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds - The Good Son Album Lyrics
Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds - The Good Son Lyrics
Writer: Nicholas Cave
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
The Good Son
One more man gone
One more man gone
One more man
One more man gone
One more man gone
One more man
One more man gone
One more man gone
One more man is gone
The good son walks into the field
He is a tiller, he has a tiller's hands
But deep down in his heart now
He's a-laid down queer plans
Against his brother and against his family
Yet he worships his brother
And he worships his mother
But it's his father, he says, is an unfair man
The good son
The good son
The good son
The good son has sat and often wept
Beneath a malign star by which the good son's kept
And the night-time in which he's wrapped
Speaks of good now and it speaks of evil
And he calls to his mother
And he calls to his father
But they are deaf in the shadows
Of his brother's truancy
The good son
The good son
The good son
The good son
And he curses his mother
And he curses his father
And he curses his virtue like an unclean thing
The good son
The good son
The good son
One more man gone
One more man gone
One more man
One more man gone
One more man is gone
One more man (he's gone)
One more man is gone
One more man is gone
One more man
One more man gone
One more man gone
One more man is gone
One more man
One more man gone
One more man gone
One more man is gone
One more man (he's gone)
One more man gone
One more man gone
One more man gone
The good son (one more man gone)
The good son (one more man gone)
The good son now is gone (one more man)
The good son (one more man gone)
The good son (one more man gone)
The good son now is gone (one more man)
One more man gone
One more man gone
The good son
The good son
The good son
One more man gone
One more man
One more man gone
One more man gone
One more man
One more man gone
One more man gone
One more man is gone
The good son walks into the field
He is a tiller, he has a tiller's hands
But deep down in his heart now
He's a-laid down queer plans
Against his brother and against his family
Yet he worships his brother
And he worships his mother
But it's his father, he says, is an unfair man
The good son
The good son
The good son
The good son has sat and often wept
Beneath a malign star by which the good son's kept
And the night-time in which he's wrapped
Speaks of good now and it speaks of evil
And he calls to his mother
And he calls to his father
But they are deaf in the shadows
Of his brother's truancy
The good son
The good son
The good son
The good son
And he curses his mother
And he curses his father
And he curses his virtue like an unclean thing
The good son
The good son
The good son
One more man gone
One more man gone
One more man
One more man gone
One more man is gone
One more man (he's gone)
One more man is gone
One more man is gone
One more man
One more man gone
One more man gone
One more man is gone
One more man
One more man gone
One more man gone
One more man is gone
One more man (he's gone)
One more man gone
One more man gone
One more man gone
The good son (one more man gone)
The good son (one more man gone)
The good son now is gone (one more man)
The good son (one more man gone)
The good son (one more man gone)
The good son now is gone (one more man)
One more man gone
One more man gone
The good son
The good son
The good son
Writer: Nicholas Cave
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Sorrow's Child
Sorrow's child sits by the river
Sorrow's child hears not the water
Sorrow's child sits by the river
Sorrow's child hears not the water
And just when you feel as though
You've got strength enough to stand
(Sorrow's child) sorrow's child all weak and strange
Stands waiting at your hand
Sorrow's child steps in the water
Sorrow's child you follow after
Sorrow's child wades in deeper
Sorrow's child invites you under
And just when you thought as though
All your tears were wept and done
(Sorrow's child) sorrow's child grieves not what has passed
But all the past still yet to come
Sorrow's child sits by the water
Sorrow's child your arms enfold her
Sorrow's child you're loathe to befriend her
Sorrow's child but in sorrow surrender
And just when is seems as though
All your tears were at an end
(Sorrow's child) sorrow's child lifts up her hand
And she brings it down again
(Sorrow's child)
(Sorrow's child)
(Sorrow's child)
(Sorrow's child)
(Sorrow's child)
(Sorrow's child)
(Sorrow's child)
Sorrow's child hears not the water
Sorrow's child sits by the river
Sorrow's child hears not the water
And just when you feel as though
You've got strength enough to stand
(Sorrow's child) sorrow's child all weak and strange
Stands waiting at your hand
Sorrow's child steps in the water
Sorrow's child you follow after
Sorrow's child wades in deeper
Sorrow's child invites you under
And just when you thought as though
All your tears were wept and done
(Sorrow's child) sorrow's child grieves not what has passed
But all the past still yet to come
Sorrow's child sits by the water
Sorrow's child your arms enfold her
Sorrow's child you're loathe to befriend her
Sorrow's child but in sorrow surrender
And just when is seems as though
All your tears were at an end
(Sorrow's child) sorrow's child lifts up her hand
And she brings it down again
(Sorrow's child)
(Sorrow's child)
(Sorrow's child)
(Sorrow's child)
(Sorrow's child)
(Sorrow's child)
(Sorrow's child)
Writer: Nicholas Cave
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
The Weeping Song
Go son, go down to the water
And see the women weeping there
Then go up into the mountains
The men, they are all weeping too
Father, why are all the women weeping?
They are all weeping for their men
Then why are all the men there weeping?
They are weeping back at them
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the men and women sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long
Father, why are all the children weeping?
Oh, they are merely crying son
Oh, are they merely crying, father?
Yes, true weeping is yet to come
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the little children sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long
Oh, father tell me, are you weeping?
Your face it seems wet to touch
Oh, then I'm so sorry, father
I never thought I hurt you so much
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While we rock ourselves to sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long
No, I won't be weeping long
No, I won't be weeping long
No, I won't be weeping long
And see the women weeping there
Then go up into the mountains
The men, they are all weeping too
Father, why are all the women weeping?
They are all weeping for their men
Then why are all the men there weeping?
They are weeping back at them
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the men and women sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long
Father, why are all the children weeping?
Oh, they are merely crying son
Oh, are they merely crying, father?
Yes, true weeping is yet to come
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the little children sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long
Oh, father tell me, are you weeping?
Your face it seems wet to touch
Oh, then I'm so sorry, father
I never thought I hurt you so much
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While we rock ourselves to sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long
No, I won't be weeping long
No, I won't be weeping long
No, I won't be weeping long
Writer: Nicholas Cave
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
The Ship Song
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The Hammer Song
Oh, please don't send me out
Said the man with the hammer, hammering the anvil
I been walking on a road of rocks
And I keep on hammering, keep on hammering, keep on hammering
Hammering the anvil
Don't let the sun go down
Said the man with the fire, firing the furnace
I've been buried in the snow
And I keep on firing, keep on firing, keep on firing
Firing the furnace
Oh, don't talk to me
Said the man with the chisel, chiseling the surface
I been sleeping far too long
And I keep on chiseling, keep on chiseling, keep on chiseling
Chiseling the surface
I don't know what you mean
Said the man with the shovel, shoveling the ashes
I been digging in the frozen ground
And I keep on shoveling, keep on shoveling, keep on shoveling
Shoveling the ashes
Chiseling the surface
Firing the furnace
Hammering the anvil
Hammering the anvil
Firing the furnace
Chiseling the surface
Shoveling the ashes
Hammering the anvil
Hammering the anvil
Oh, don't send me out
Yeah, hammering the anvil
Yeah, hammering the anvil
(Don't talk to me)
(I don't know what you mean) hammering the anvil
Shoveling the ashes
(I don't know what you mean)
Chiseling the surface (oh, don't send me out)
Firing the furnace (don't let the sun go down)
Chiseling the surface (oh, don't talk to me)
Hammering the anvil (oh, don't talk to me)
Oh, hammering the anvil (I don't know what you mean)
Oh, hammering the anvil (I don't know what you mean)
Shoveling the surface (oh, don't send me out)
Hammering the furnace (don't let the sun go down)
Hammering the anvil (oh, don't let the sun go down)
Yeah, hammering the anvil (oh, don't send me out)
Yeah, hammering the anvil (oh, please don't send me out)
Oh, hammering the anvil (don't send me out)
Yeah, hammering the anvil (don't talk to me)
Yeah, hammering the anvil (don't talk to me)
Said the man with the hammer, hammering the anvil
I been walking on a road of rocks
And I keep on hammering, keep on hammering, keep on hammering
Hammering the anvil
Don't let the sun go down
Said the man with the fire, firing the furnace
I've been buried in the snow
And I keep on firing, keep on firing, keep on firing
Firing the furnace
Oh, don't talk to me
Said the man with the chisel, chiseling the surface
I been sleeping far too long
And I keep on chiseling, keep on chiseling, keep on chiseling
Chiseling the surface
I don't know what you mean
Said the man with the shovel, shoveling the ashes
I been digging in the frozen ground
And I keep on shoveling, keep on shoveling, keep on shoveling
Shoveling the ashes
Chiseling the surface
Firing the furnace
Hammering the anvil
Hammering the anvil
Firing the furnace
Chiseling the surface
Shoveling the ashes
Hammering the anvil
Hammering the anvil
Oh, don't send me out
Yeah, hammering the anvil
Yeah, hammering the anvil
(Don't talk to me)
(I don't know what you mean) hammering the anvil
Shoveling the ashes
(I don't know what you mean)
Chiseling the surface (oh, don't send me out)
Firing the furnace (don't let the sun go down)
Chiseling the surface (oh, don't talk to me)
Hammering the anvil (oh, don't talk to me)
Oh, hammering the anvil (I don't know what you mean)
Oh, hammering the anvil (I don't know what you mean)
Shoveling the surface (oh, don't send me out)
Hammering the furnace (don't let the sun go down)
Hammering the anvil (oh, don't let the sun go down)
Yeah, hammering the anvil (oh, don't send me out)
Yeah, hammering the anvil (oh, please don't send me out)
Oh, hammering the anvil (don't send me out)
Yeah, hammering the anvil (don't talk to me)
Yeah, hammering the anvil (don't talk to me)
Writer: Alex Harvey
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Lament
I've seen your fairground hair, your seaside eyes
Your vampire tooth, your little truth and your tiny lies
And I know your trembling hand, your guilty prize
Your sleeping limbs, your foreign hymns and your midnight cries
So dry your eyes
And turn your head away
Now there's nothing more to say
Now you're gone away
I know your trail of tears, your slip of hand
Your monkey claw, your monkey paw and your monkey hand
And I've seen your trick of blood, your trap of fire
Your ancient wound, your scarlet moon, your jail house smile
So dry your eyes
And turn your head away
Now there's nothing more to say
Now you're gone away
So dry your eyes
And turn your head away
Now there's nothing more to say
Now you're gone away
I'll miss your urchin smile, your orphan tears
Your shining prize, your tiny cries, your little fears
And I'll miss your fairground hair, your seaside eyes
Your little truth, and your vampire tooth, and your tiny lies
So dry your eyes
And turn your head away
Now there's nothing more to say
Now you're gone away
So dry your eyes
And turn your head away
Now there's nothing more to say
Now you're gone away
So dry your eyes
And turn your head away
Now there's nothing more to say
Now you've gone away
Your vampire tooth, your little truth and your tiny lies
And I know your trembling hand, your guilty prize
Your sleeping limbs, your foreign hymns and your midnight cries
So dry your eyes
And turn your head away
Now there's nothing more to say
Now you're gone away
I know your trail of tears, your slip of hand
Your monkey claw, your monkey paw and your monkey hand
And I've seen your trick of blood, your trap of fire
Your ancient wound, your scarlet moon, your jail house smile
So dry your eyes
And turn your head away
Now there's nothing more to say
Now you're gone away
So dry your eyes
And turn your head away
Now there's nothing more to say
Now you're gone away
I'll miss your urchin smile, your orphan tears
Your shining prize, your tiny cries, your little fears
And I'll miss your fairground hair, your seaside eyes
Your little truth, and your vampire tooth, and your tiny lies
So dry your eyes
And turn your head away
Now there's nothing more to say
Now you're gone away
So dry your eyes
And turn your head away
Now there's nothing more to say
Now you're gone away
So dry your eyes
And turn your head away
Now there's nothing more to say
Now you've gone away
Writer: Nicholas Cave
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
The Witness Song
Oh yeah, yeah
Yes well, well, well
Yes well, well, well
Yes well, well, well
I took a walk down to the port
Where strangers meet and do consort
All blinkered with desire
And a winter fog moved thickly on
A winter fog moved thickly on
A winter fog moved thickly on
Now, who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
When the fog's too thick to see
And I saw a friend beside a wall
Her hands were raised in supplication
And her face I could not see at all
And I raised my hands in rage
And I brought them down again
And we entered through the eastern door
I entered through the eastern door
She entered through the eastern door
And now, who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
When you're all too blind to see
Mmm
And time gets somewhat muddled here
But no matter, no matter
Here come the events all tumbling down
Now, beyond the wall was a great garden
Into which we passed 'cause of me and my friend
And the place was all overgrown with weeds
And behold from its center there rose a great fountain
A fountain with the healin' waters
Yes, a fountain with the healin' waters
And we knelt down by the rim
And I dipped my hand in and she dipped her hand in too
And I said, "Are you healed?"
And she said, "Well are you healed?"
And I said, "Yes, I'm healed"
And she said, "Oh, yes I'm healed then too"
And I said, "Babe, you are a liar"
"Babe, you are a liar"
"Babe, you are a liar"
"Babe, you are a liar"
"Babe, you are a liar, too"
Now, who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
When you're all too healed to see
And I kissed her once, I kissed her twice
And made my way to leave her
And she raised her hand up to her face
And brought it down again
I said, "That gesture, it will haunt me"
That gesture, it will haunt me
And I left there by the eastern door
She left there by the western door
Now, who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness there?
When you're blind and you can't see
Who will be the witness, baby?
Who will be the witness there?
When you're all so clean you cannot see
Who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness, baby?
Who will be the witness there?
Oh, when your friends are everywhere
Who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness there?
And your enemies have ceased to care
Who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
Yeah, who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness, baby?
Who will be the witness there?
Yeah, who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
Yeah, who will be the witness?
Yeah, who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
Yes well, well, well
Yes well, well, well
Yes well, well, well
I took a walk down to the port
Where strangers meet and do consort
All blinkered with desire
And a winter fog moved thickly on
A winter fog moved thickly on
A winter fog moved thickly on
Now, who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
When the fog's too thick to see
And I saw a friend beside a wall
Her hands were raised in supplication
And her face I could not see at all
And I raised my hands in rage
And I brought them down again
And we entered through the eastern door
I entered through the eastern door
She entered through the eastern door
And now, who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
When you're all too blind to see
Mmm
And time gets somewhat muddled here
But no matter, no matter
Here come the events all tumbling down
Now, beyond the wall was a great garden
Into which we passed 'cause of me and my friend
And the place was all overgrown with weeds
And behold from its center there rose a great fountain
A fountain with the healin' waters
Yes, a fountain with the healin' waters
And we knelt down by the rim
And I dipped my hand in and she dipped her hand in too
And I said, "Are you healed?"
And she said, "Well are you healed?"
And I said, "Yes, I'm healed"
And she said, "Oh, yes I'm healed then too"
And I said, "Babe, you are a liar"
"Babe, you are a liar"
"Babe, you are a liar"
"Babe, you are a liar"
"Babe, you are a liar, too"
Now, who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
When you're all too healed to see
And I kissed her once, I kissed her twice
And made my way to leave her
And she raised her hand up to her face
And brought it down again
I said, "That gesture, it will haunt me"
That gesture, it will haunt me
And I left there by the eastern door
She left there by the western door
Now, who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness there?
When you're blind and you can't see
Who will be the witness, baby?
Who will be the witness there?
When you're all so clean you cannot see
Who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness, baby?
Who will be the witness there?
Oh, when your friends are everywhere
Who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness there?
And your enemies have ceased to care
Who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
Yeah, who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness, baby?
Who will be the witness there?
Yeah, who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
Yeah, who will be the witness?
Yeah, who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
Writer: Nicholas Cave
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Lucy
Last night I lay trembling
The moon it was low
It was the end of love
Of misery and woe
Then suddenly above me
Her face buried in light
Came a vision of beauty
All covered in white
Now the bell-tower is ringing
And the night has stole past
Oh Lucy, can you hear me?
Wherever you rest
I'll love her forever
I'll love her for all time
I'll love her 'til the stars
Fall down from the sky
Now the bell-tower is ringing
And I shake on the floor
Oh Lucy, can you hear me?
When I call and call
Now the bell-tower is ringing
And the moon it is high
Oh Lucy, can you hear me
When I cry and cry and cry
The moon it was low
It was the end of love
Of misery and woe
Then suddenly above me
Her face buried in light
Came a vision of beauty
All covered in white
Now the bell-tower is ringing
And the night has stole past
Oh Lucy, can you hear me?
Wherever you rest
I'll love her forever
I'll love her for all time
I'll love her 'til the stars
Fall down from the sky
Now the bell-tower is ringing
And I shake on the floor
Oh Lucy, can you hear me?
When I call and call
Now the bell-tower is ringing
And the moon it is high
Oh Lucy, can you hear me
When I cry and cry and cry
Writer: Blixa Bargeld, Nicholas Cave, Roland Wolf
Copyright: Lyrics © Freibank Musikverlags und vermarktungs GmbH, BMG Rights Management, Mute Song Limited, Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © Freibank Musikverlags und vermarktungs GmbH, BMG Rights Management, Mute Song Limited, Royalty Network
The Good Son is the sixth studio album by Australian rock band Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, released in 1990.
After two dark and harrowing albums with Your Funeral... My Trial (1986) and Tender Prey (1988), The Good Son was a substantial departure with a lighter and generally more uplifting sound. The change of mood was greatly inspired by singer Nick Cave falling in love with Brazilian journalist Viviane Carneiro, and an apparently salutary spell in rehab which purged much of the despair and squalor reflected in the previous two albums.
Cave later said, "I guess The Good Son is some kind of reflection of the way I felt early on in Brazil. I was quite happy there. I was in love and the first year or two was good. The problem I found was ... in order to survive you have to adopt their attitudes towards everything, which are kind of blinkered."
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Nick Cave & the Bad SeedsAfter two dark and harrowing albums with Your Funeral... My Trial (1986) and Tender Prey (1988), The Good Son was a substantial departure with a lighter and generally more uplifting sound. The change of mood was greatly inspired by singer Nick Cave falling in love with Brazilian journalist Viviane Carneiro, and an apparently salutary spell in rehab which purged much of the despair and squalor reflected in the previous two albums.
Cave later said, "I guess The Good Son is some kind of reflection of the way I felt early on in Brazil. I was quite happy there. I was in love and the first year or two was good. The problem I found was ... in order to survive you have to adopt their attitudes towards everything, which are kind of blinkered."
Genre(s): Dark cabaret, blues, Gothic
Length: 45:12
Released: April 17th, 1990
Year: 1990