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Nick Cave The Bad Seeds The Lyre Of Orpheus

And she said to Orpheus If you play that fucking thing down here I'll stick it up your orifice! O Mamma O Mamma This lyre lark is for the birds, said Orpheus

And she said to Orpheus If you play that fucking thing down here I'll stick it up your orifice! O Mamma O Mamma This lyre lark is for the birds, said Orpheus

: The wintergreen, the juniper The cornflower and the chicory All the words you said to me Still vibrating in the air The elm, the ash and the linden

: The sun is high up in the sky and I'm in my car Drifting down into the abattoir Do you see what I see, dear? The air grows heavy. I listen to your

: Farmer Emmerich went into his barn And found a cow suckling a serpent And a brown ape clanking a heavy chain Said Farmer Emmerich to the ape Never

: Get ready for love! Praise Him! Get ready tot love! Praise Him! Get ready for love! Get readyl Well, most of all nothing much ever really happens

And she said to Orpheus If you play that fucking thing down here I'll stick it up your orifice! O Mamma O Mamma This lyre lark is for the birds, said Orpheus

: I lay down by the river The shadows moved across me, inch by inch And all that I heard Was the war between the water and the bridge Turn to me, turn

: It's difficult. It's very tough. I said to the man who'd been sleeping rough To sit within a fragrant breeze All among the nodding trees That hang