Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds. The Ballad of Robert Moore and Betty Coltrane by Nick Cave Intro - Cm Cm There's a thick set man with frog eyes who was standing by the door Bb and a little bald man with wing nut ears was waiting in the car G# Bb Fm Bb Well Robert Moore past the frog eyed man as he walked into the bar Cm and Betty Coltrane she jumped under the table Cm What's your pleasure asked the barman he had a face like boiled meat Bb "There's a girl called Betty Coltrane who I have come to see" G# Bb Fm Bb Well I haven't seen that girl round here for more than a week" Cm and Betty Coltrane she hid beneath the table. Chords worked out by Andy Field (andyf@cogs.susx.ac.uk) Note: In actual fact the guitar only ever plays the last two lines of each phrase (i.e. G# Bb Fm Bb Cm). The other lines are bass only. However you can play guitar over the whole thing if you don't have access to a band! (I'll Love You) Till the End of the World It was a miracle I even got out of Longwood alive, this town full of men with big mouths and no guts; I mean if you can just picture it, the whole third floor of the hotel gutted by the blast and the street below showered in shards of broken glass, and all the drunks pouring out of the dance halls staring up at the smoke and the flames; and the blind pencil seller waving his stick shouting for his dog that lay dead on the side of the road; and me, if you can believe this, at the wheel of the of the car closing my eyes and actually praying; not to god above but to you, saying: help me, girl; help me, girl I'll love you till the end of the world with your black as coal and your long dark curls some things we plan, we sit and we invent and we plot and cook up; others are works of inspiration, of poetry; and it was this genius hand that pushed me up the hotel stairs to say my last goodbye to a hair as white as snow and of pale blue eyes saying: I gotta go; I gotta go, the bomb in the bread basket are ready to blow in this town of men with big mouths and no guts, the pencil seller's dog, spooked by the explosion, leaping under my wheels as I careered out of Longwood on my way to you waiting in your dress, in your dress of blue I said: thank you, girl; thank you, girl I'll love you till the end of the world with your eyes black as coal and your long, dark curls and with the horses prancing through the fields, with my knife in my jeans and the rain on the shield; I sang a song for the glory of the beauty of you waiting for me in your dress of blue thank you, girl. thank you, girl I'll love you till the end of the world with your eyes black as coal and your long, dark curls I said: thank you, girl; thank you, girl I'll love you till the end of the world with your eyes black as coal and your long, dark curls I said: thank you, girl; thank you, girl I'll love you till the end of the world with your eyes black as coal and your long, dark curls I said: thank you, girl; thank you, girl I'll love you till the end of the world with your eyes black as coal and your long, dark curls thank you, girl; thank you, girl I'll love you till the end of the world with your eyes black as coal and your long, dark curls  * Kicking Against the Pricks Chords *  Transcribed by: Paul McMullan and Trond J. Stroem for Something's Gotten Hold Of My Heart, and Blake Cotton for The Singer and Running Scared and All Tomorrow's Parties. * Muddy Water * I'm Gonna Kill That Woman * Sleeping Analeah * Long Black Veil * Hey Joe * The Singer * All Tomorrow's Parties * By The Time I Get To Phoenix * The Hammer Song * Something's Gotten Hold Of My Heart * Jesus Met The Woman At The Well * The Carnival Is Over * Running Scared The Singer (Cash, Daniels) * riff after every two lines or so A------2-0------- E----------2----- F# B As I walk these narrow streets F# Where a million passin feet have trod before me * F# With my guitar in my hand B F# Suddenly I realize nobody knows me * B Where yesterday the multitude F# Screamed and cried my name out for a song * F# Today the streets are empty B F# And the crowds have all gone home ** F# I pass a million houses B B But there is no place that I belong * F# All I knew to give you B F# Was song after song after song * All the truths I tried to tell you Were as distant to you as the moon Born 200 years too late And 200 years too soon I'm a child of this age Locked into the pages of your book And when I am but dust and clay And all the children stop to take a look Will they marvel at the miracles I did perform And the heights I did aspire Or will they tear out the pages of the book To light a fire With the rain on my face There is no place that I belong Did you forget this fucking singer so soon? And did you forget my song? All Tomorrow's Parties (Velvet Underground) These are just the standard chords, the way the Velvet Underground and I assume the Seeds play it is with a gooseneck tuning where all the strings are tuned to D. C C Bb Bb/A C And what costume shall the poor girl wear F Dm G G To all tomorrow's parties (same) A hand-me-down dress from who knows where To all tomorrow's parties F F G G And where will she go and what shall she do F F G G When midnight comes around C C Bb Bb/A C She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown F Dm C And cry behind the door Lead fill: C e:-1---0------------0------------------------------------------ B:---------3----3---1------------------------------------------ G:------------------0------------------------------------------ D:------------------2------------------------------------------ A:------------------3------------------------------------------ E:------------------------------------------------------------- And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns To all tomorrow's parties And what will she do with Thursday's rags When Monday comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door Solo: (this is almost it) F C G C e:-5-5-5-3----------------------------------------------------- B:---------6-3-5-5-5-5-----------3---3-3-5-5-5-5--------------- G:-----------------------2-4-4-4---4--------------------------- D:------------------------------------------------------------- A:------------------------------------------------------------- E:------------------------------------------------------------- F C G C e:-8-8-8--7--5--------------1-1-1-0----0----------------------- B:--------------3-5-5-5-5-----------3--1----------------------- G:-------------------------------------0----------------------- D:-------------------------------------2----------------------- A:-------------------------------------3----------------------- E:------------------------------------------------------------- And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown For whom none will go mourning A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown Of rags and silks, a costume Fit for one who sits and cries For all tomorrow's parties Something's Gotten Hold of My Heart (Greenaway/Cook) (NOTE: These chords are really for Gene Pitney's original; Cave does it in a lower key, but I haven't bothered to check out which. - Trond.) INTRO: C G Em D (Gm)Something's gotten hold of my (F)heart Keeping my (Eb)soul and my (D7)senses a(Gm)part Something's gotten into my (F)life Cutting it's (Eb)way through my (D7)dreams like a (Gm)knife (F)Turning me (Eb)up, and (D7)turning me (Gm)down (F)Making me (Eb)smile, and (D7)making me (Gm)frown (Gm)In a world that was (F)small I once lived in a (Bb7)time that was (Eb)peace and no (D7)troubles at (Gm)all But then you came my (F)way And a feeling (of) un(Gm)known shook my (F)heart, made me (C7)want you to (F)stay (C7)All of my (F)nights, and (C7)all of my (Eb)days (D7) (yeah I gotta tell you now) (Gm)Something's gotten hold of my (F)hand Dragging my (Eb)soul to a (D7)beautiful (Gm)land Yeah, something has invaded my (F)night Painting my (Eb)sleep with a (D7)colour so (Gm)bright (F)Changing the (Eb)grey, and (D7)changing the (Gm)blue (F)Scarlet for (Eb)me, and (D7)scarlet for (G)you (C) (G) (Em) (A) I (A7)got to know if this is the real thing I (A9)got to know it's making my heart sing Wo-hoo-(D)o-ye-e-e-e-e e-(D9) You (D7)smile and I am lost for a lifetime Each (D9)minute spent with you is the (D7)right time Every hour, every day You touch me and my mind goes astray, yeah Baby, baby (Gm)Something's gotten hold of my (F)hand Dragging my (Eb)soul to a (D7)beautiful (Gm)land Something has invaded my (F)night Painting my (Eb)sleep with a (D7)colour so (Gm)bright (F)Changing the (Eb)grey, and (D7)changing the (Gm)blue (?)Scarlet for (Eb)me, and (D7)scarlet for (Gm)you A9:xx2423 D9:200210 (* Play the Bb7 as a bare chord on the 6th fret to make it sound right, i.e. 686766. - Trond.) Comments from Paul McMullan: The position of the chords is about right I think. In many cases they should be played on the start of the word that follows the chord. For example, (F)scarlet ... means the F is played on the s. My positioning of the chords isn't exactly the same as the sheet music - it doesn't always correspond to where the guitar chord has been placed. But it does agree with the chord (or note) in the piano notation. Running Scared (???) A Just running scared Bm Each place we go C#m So afraid E7 E9sus4 E7 That he might show A Yeah, running scared Bm What would I do C#m If he came back E7 A And wanted you A Just running scared Bm Feeling low C#m Running scared E7 You loved him so A Just running scared Bm Afraid to lose C#m If he came back E7 A A7 Which one would you choose D D6 Then all at once Dmaj7 D Dmaj7 D6 He was standing there D D6 So sure of himself Dmaj7 D Dmaj7 D6 His head in the air D D6 My heart was breaking Dmaj7 D Which one would it be? D D6 D E7 A You turned around and walked away with me  * Kicking Against the Pricks Lyrics *  Table of Contents: * Muddy Water * I'm Gonna Kill That Woman * Sleeping Analeah * Long Black Veil * Hey Joe * The Singer * All Tomorrow's Parties * By The Time I Get To Phoenix * The Hammer Song * Something's Gotten Hold Of My Heart * Jesus Met The Woman At The Well * The Carnival Is Over * Running Scared * Black Betty Muddy Water (J. Bundrick) Mary, grab the baby, the river's rising Muddy water taking back the land The old-frame house, she can't take-a one more beating Ain't no use to stay and make a stand Well the morning light shows water in the valley Daddy's grave just went below the line Things to say, you just can't take em with ya This flood will swallow all you've left behind Won't be back to start all over Cause what I felt before is gone Mary, take the child, the river's rising Muddy water taking back my home The road is gone, there's just one way to leave here Turn my back on what I've left below Shifting land, broken farms around me Muddy water's changing all I know It's hard to say just what I'm losing Ain't never felt so all alone Mary, take the child, the river's rising Muddy water taking back my home Won't be back to start all over Cause what I felt before is gone Mary, take the child, the river's rising Muddy water's changing all I know Muddy water's changing all I know Lord, this muddy water is taking back my home I'm Gonna Kill That Woman (J.L. Hooker) Yeah, my baby left me this morning And I don't care now, I don't care what the people say Yeah, I did everything that I could, everything I could, Lord knows I did everything I could I tried to satisfy her worried mind, that's what I did You know she was nothing but trouble, trouble She keep me worried all the time God knows her movements are killing me Yeah, my baby stayed out all night long, all night long She keep me worried all the time Yeah, I lay down last night I was thinking Must I kill that woman? Must I kill that woman? Oh Lord I get down on my knees They tell me God forgivin' everything you do But I don't care what the people say I'm gonna kill that woman, I'm gonna kill that woman, God knows I'm gonna get down on my knees Sleeping Analeah (Newbury, Folger) Yesterday the sun was shining but you're finding the sun it Don't shine all the time A winter day suddenly came your way And you ran into your mind Sleeping Analeah, Weeping Analeah Do you think you're ready for me? Oh and yesterday is gone forever and ever, never To be again You looked for the sunshine, that brought warmth to your mind But find only rain Sleeping Analeah, Weeping Analeah No, you're not ready for me But when yesterday becomes a memory, a memory That we uncovered in time If you still remember that cold September I reigned in your mind Sleeping Analeah, Weeping Analeah Then you'd be ready for me Long Black Veil (D. Del, M. Wilkins) She walks these hills in a long black veil She visits my grave when the night winds wail Nobody knows, nobody sees Nobody knows but me Ten years ago, on a cold dark night Someone was killed 'neath the Town Hall light There were few at the scene, but they all agreed That the slayer who ran looked a lot like me The judge he said: Son, what is your alibi If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die But I spoke not a word though it meant my life For I'd been in the arms of my best friends wife Now the scaffold is high and eternity is near She stood in the crowd but shed not a tear But sometimes at night when the cold winds moan In a long black veil she cries on my bones Hey Joe (W. Roberts) Hey Joe, where you going with that gun in your hand? Hey Joe, where you going with that gun in your hand? I'm gonna shoot my baby, I caught her messin round with another man Hey Joe, I heard you shot your baby down Hey Joe, I heard you shot your baby down Yes I did I shot her, I went and put her in the ground Hey Joe, where you gonna run to now? Hey Joe, where you gonna run to now? I'm heading way down South where I can be free I'm heading Mexico way, no hangman's about to put a leash around me The Singer (Cash, Daniels) As I walk these narrow streets Where a million passin feet have trod before me With my guitar in my hand Suddenly I realize nobody knows me Where yesterday the multitude Screamed and cried my name out for a song Today the streets are empty And the crowds have all gone home I pass a million houses But there is no place that I belong All I knew to give you Was song after song after song All the truths I tried to tell you Were as distant to you as the moon Born 200 years too late And 200 years too soon I'm a child of this age Locked into the pages of your book And when I am but dust and clay And all the children stop to take a look Will they marvel at the miracles I did perform And the heights I did aspire Or will they tear out the pages of the book To light a fire With the rain on my face There is no place that I belong Did you forget this fucking singer so soon? And did you forget my song? All Tomorrow's Parties (L. Reed) And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties A hand-me-down dress from who knows where To all tomorrow's parties And where will she go and what shall she do When midnight comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's gown And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties Why silks and plumes of yesterday's gowns To all tomorrow's parties And what shall she do with Thursday's rags When Monday comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown For whom none will go mourning A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown Of rags and silks, a costume Fit for one who sits and cries For all tomorrow's parties By The Time I Get To Phoenix (J. Webb) By the time I get to Phoenix, she'll be rising And she'll find that note that I left hanging on the door And she'll laugh when she reads the part That says: "I'm leaving" Cause I've left that girl so many times before And by the time I get to Albuquerque, she'll be working And she'll take off time just to give me a call And she'll hear that phone keep right on ringing and ringing On the wall, yeah oh, that's all And by the time I make Oklahoma, she'll be sleeping She'll turn softly in her sleep and call my name out low And then she'll cry just to think that I'd really leave her, I left her But time after time after time I tried to tell her so But she just didn't know That I would really go That I would really go The Hammer Song (A. Harvey) 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 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 Shoveling the ashes Chiseling the surface Firing the furnace Hammering the anvil Something's Gotten Hold Of My Heart (Greenaway, Cooke) Something's gotten hold of my heart Keeping my soul and my senses apart Something's gotten into my life Cutting its way through my dreams like a knife Turning me up and turning me down Making me smile and making me frown In a world that was small I once lived in a time there was peace with no trouble at all But then you came my way And a feeling unknown shook my heart, made me want you to stay All of my nights and all of my days I gotta tell you now Something's gotten hold of my hand Dragging my soul to a beautiful land Something has invaded my nights Painting my sleep with a colour so bright Changing the grey and changing the blue Scarlet for me and scarlet for you I've got to know if this is the real thing I've got to know what's making my heart sing You smile and I am lost for a lifetime Each minute spent with you is the right time Every hour, every day You touch me and my mind goes astray Jesus Met The Woman At The Well (Traditional, Arr. The Alabama Singers) Jesus met the woman at the well Jesus met the woman at the well And he told her, everything that she'd done, that she'd done And he said, woman, look-a here woman, Tell me where is your husband? She said whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I don't have one He said, woman, look-a here woman, They tell me you have five husbands And that man you have now sure ain't one She went running, crying, God help me She said whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, you must be the prophet Because you told me everything that I've done The Carnival Is Over (T. Springfield, F. Farian) Say goodbye, my one true lover And we'll steal a lover's song How it breaks my heart to leave you Now the carnival has gone Oh my love, the dawn is breaking And my tears are falling rain For the carnival is over We may never meet again Like a drum my heart was beating And your kiss was sweet as wine But the joys of love are fleeting For Pierrot and Columbine Now the cloak of night is falling This will be our last goodbye Though the carnival is over I will love you till I die Running Scared (Orbison, Melson) Just running scared, each place we go So afraid, that he might show Yeah, running scared, what would I do If he came back and wanted you? Just running scared, feeling low Running scared that you love him so Just running scared, afraid to lose If he came back, which one would you choose? And then all at once, he was standing there So sure of himself, his head in the air While my heart was breaking, which one would it be? Then you turned round and walked right out on me Black Betty (Leadbelly) A traditional version is also available. Look-a look-a yonder (3x) Well the sun done gone The captain can't hold her (3x) The way I do now Ada got a gold mine (3x) Way above her knees The shiv (?) is golden (3x) Above her knees Look-a look-a yonder (3x) Well the sun done gone Wohoh, Black Betty, bam-e-lam (2x) Black Betty had a baby, bam-e-lam (2x) Damn thing was crazy, bam-e-lam (2x) Wohoh, Black Betty, bam-e-lam (2x) Oh, Betty Black Betty, bam-e-lam (2x) Black Betty had a baby, bam-e-lam (2x) Damn thing was crazy, bam-e-lam (2x) Black Betty didn't mind, bam-e-lam (2x) Damn thing was blind, bam-e-lam (2x) Wohoh, Black Betty, bam-e-lam (2x) Black Betty, Black Betty, bam-e-lam (2x) Jump steady Black Betty, bam-e-lam (2x) That Monday, I was arrested Tuesday, I locked up in jail Wednesday baby, my trial's tested On Thursday, nobody could blow my bail Yes, I'm almost done (3x) And I ain't gonna yell against no bells On Monday, baby I went a-walking Tuesday, I .... asked to go On Wednesday I sat down a-talking On Thursday she hock all a my clothes Yes, I'm almost done (3x) And I ain't gonna .... no more  * Hee-Haw Lyrics (The Birthday Party) *  Transcribed by Maria... * The Friend Catcher * Waving My Arms * Catman * Mr. Clarinet * Happy Birthday * A Catholic Skin * The Red Clock * Faint Heart * Death By Drowning * The Hair Shirt * Hats On Wrong * Guilt Parade * Riddle House Mr. Clarinet I have a friend in you, oh Mr Clarinet You make me laugh, and then cry like the song of the clarinet. Marry me, marry me alive O I put on my coat of trumpets Will she be there? Is my piccolo on straight? Her white stockings and red dress that goes swish, swish, swish around her legs of lace Marry me, marry me alive O Could you tell her Would you tell her for me, oh Mr Clarinet That I love her love her, oh love her I love her but I cannot wait Marry me, marry me alive O Oh maybe, oh maybe lie down I love her, love her, love her Love her love her love her love her Happy Birthday It's a very happy day We are at lots of fun fun fun And it's ice-cream and jelly and a punch in the belly How much can you throw over the walls? And see how his face glows It's a bike! What a surprise. It's a big bike. What a big surprise. It's a red bike. What a red surprise. Oh, what a surprise. But the best thing there But the best thing there Was the wonderful dog chair Was the beautiful dog chair That could count right up to ten It could count right up to ten It went woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof. And it's another happy day. He was born eleven years ago And this year it's long trousers and a very smart tie. Just think in five years he'll be shaving. And see how his face glows It's a bike. What a surprise! It's a samurai sword. What a metal surprise. He'll remember this day for the rest of his life. But the best thing there But the best thing there Is that fabulous dog chair The immaculate dog chair That could count right up to eleven It could count right up to eleven It went woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof. But the best thing there But the best thing there Was my darling the dog chair But the rampaging dog chair That could count right up to eleven It could count right up to eleven. And it went round and round the house.  * Junkyard Lyrics (The Birthday Party) *  Transcribed by Lehn Fitzgerald... Table of Contents: * She's Hit * Dead Joe * The Dim Locator * Hamlet (Pow, Pow, Pow) * Several Sins * Big-Jesus-Trash-Can * Kiss Me Black * Six Inch Gold Blade * Kewpie Doll * Junkyard * Release The Bats * Blast Off She's Hit there is woman-pie in here mr. evangalist says she's hit the best cook you ever had ya can't blame the good-woman now, dad and ya looked him up for 20 years now there's action on the basement stairs a monster half man half beast climbs hear the hatchet (grind, grind) pilgrim gets 1 hacked daughter and all we guys get are 40 hack reporters uptown 100 skirts are bleeding mr. evangilist says she's hit ev'ry little bit she's hit ev'ry little bit now if only we could all grow wings and fly sweet hatchet swing low son I'm feeling pretty lonesome christen the bastard jack dad the head-shrinker is a quack "anyone who'd wear their hair like that" the vinyl is so cool/the conversation's cruel hold my heart romeo its in a rodeo hold my head daddy-o it just won't go-o-o-o and all the girls across the world are hit ev'ry little bit Dead Joe Oh-ho-ho-ho Dead Joe Welcome to the car smash Dead Joe Junk sculpture turning back to junk Dead Joe Oh joe nooooo! it's christmas time Joe it's christmas time now for you and all the little bells are hanging 2X2 the holly and the nativity oh speak to me Joe speak to me Joe speak to me Joe oh-oh-oh-ho Dee---e---e--e--e-e-ad Joe welcome to the car crash you can't tell the boys from the girls anymore oh-ho-ho Dead Joe, the end. The Dim Locator Inanimational items elude I, and In-an-emotional-motion I swallow my Motive of quicker location is slammed my dim chance of skipping this thick world is thin They call me Dim I am the Dim Locator Dim Locator Loco, lomo, loco, lomo l'wow, wow, wow (same as above) intrigueinometry treads on my trail Entriggering traps for a gross gang of ghost types Who later are packed in a cast iron trunk these things have been known, to get out of their wraps Don't call me Dim I am the Dim locator Dim Locator Loco, lomo...... Fog fished and filtered is filling my case book, of friends who fall foul of my files trip and breakneck are stacked in the woodshed for further good use Theres some certain people who shouldn't start fires So call me Dim! I am the Dim Locator! Dim Locator! Don't call me Dim! Hamlet (Pow, Pow, Pow) Hamlet fishin' in the grave thru custard bones and stuff he aint got no friend in there I believe our man's in love Hamlet's got a gun-now he wears a crucifex pow pow pow pow Hamlet moves so beautiful walking thru the flowers who are hing 'round the corners He's movin' down the street-now he likes the look of that cadillac pow pow pow pow Is this love some kinda love Now he movin' down my street and he's coming to my house crawling up my stairs Where for art thou baby-face where-for-art-thou pow pow pow pow Is this love Pow! He shoot it inside Don't let'em steal your heart away he went and stole my heart POW!! hey hey hey POW!! Several Sins This is a dead letter tale If I could make this print talk You made a deep mark/deep mark on me and only saints say such things as those so I slid under the floor under the oak and the iron with you under oak and iron under the thick and under the thin where only fire grows I forgot to tell you several things-Ma I forgot to tell you 'bout the 7 sins And I spat dead letter words and all the breath that I own imprinted one word in red/I read And only saints say such things as these (about the marks on your throat) Under the oak and the iron under the fat and the thick and the thin and all of that, and a few 100 more and only fire grow I heard the fire grow Alone in the...... Big-Jesus-Trash-Can Big Jesus soulmates Trash Can fucking rotton business this bot feet in the bad-boot siff in the crypt, babay, like a rock rock-rock-rock Big-Jesus soul-mates Trash-Can pumped me fulla Trash at least it smelt like Trash wears a suit of Gold (got greasy hair) but God gave me sex appeal well-well-well-rock he drives a trash can he's comin to my town rock rock rock ro-o-o-o-o-ck! Big Jesus Oil King down in Texas drives great holy tanks of gold screams from heaven's graveyard American heads will roll in Texas (roll like Daddies meat) roll under those singing stars of Texas well-well-well he drives a trash can he's coming to my town Kiss Me Black Now they put the stink on us stuffed us fulla incubus choc-o-block with sucubus never more than fuck to us c'mon and kiss me black Six Inch Gold Blade I stuck a six inch gold blade inside the head of a girl she: lying through her teeth him: lying on his back hands of this one,hands off she cried grinning at me from hip to hip hands off, pretty baby, tough blood then so soft to slip ooohh yeah I stuck a six inch gold blade in the head of a girl sharks fun slices suger-bed slices that pretty red-head I love you! now me! I love you! laughter, laughter oh baby, those skinny girls, they're so quick to murder ooohhh yeah. Shake it baby, c'mon, shake, shake it baby Kewpie Doll Well I love that Kewpie Doll yeah I bought her in a show I dressed her up in a cheap red cotton dress but everything was either fished-out or spat out fished out or spat out well i love that kewpie doll but I could not make it stick only she could save my soul she put her hands inside of me well I love that kewpie-doll dressed her in a cheap red cotton dress fished it out now spat it our now spat it out in front of me well I love that kewpie doll but I could not make it stick doll doll doll doll I held her in my cheap arms she believed in me her soul plus my arms well I love that kewpie doll I told her phony storys i love that kewpie doll she believed in me doll doll dolll doll cupie on a stick I can see her coming even now kupie on a stick I can see her walking to me even now well I love that kewpie-doll but I could not make it stick Junkyard I am the King, I am the kind One dead marine through the hatch scratch and scrape this heavenly body every ince of winning skin there's garbage in honeys sack again honey honey honey honey come on and kiss me Honey honey honey honey's child is taken over this place two dead marines standing in line drink to me! this heavenly body every inch a winning thing honey honey honey hack hack hack hack this heavenly body yack yack yack yack yack goes junk-face scratch scape scratch this winning skin there's garbage in honey's sack again garbage in honey garbage in honey garbage in honey's sack again garbage in honey junkwayrd king junkyard king King king king Release the Bats Whoooahh! Bite! Whoooah! Bite! Release the bats! Release the bats! Don't tell me that it doesn't hurt a hundred fluttering in your skirt don't tell me that it doesn't hurt My baby is alright she doesn't mind a bit of dirt she says "horror vampire bat bite" she says "horror vampire How I wish those bats would bite" Whoooah! Bite Release the bats! Release the bats! Pump them up and explode the things Her legs are chafed by sticky wings (sticky sticky little things) My baby is a cool machine she moves to the pace of her generator, says damn that sex supreme she says damn that horror bat sex vampire, cool machine Release the bats! Release the bats! Release them! Baby is a cool machine she moves to the pulse of a generator she says damn that sex supreme she says, she says damn that horror bat sex horror sx bat sex horror sex vampire sex bat horror vampire sex coll machine horror bat. Bite! Cool Machine. Bite! Sex vampire. Bite! Blast Off This time it's the truth this time nothings goinna fall on through these books are broken up Blast off! Wham! bam! Right off the shelf Right off the shelf Blast off! This is it- the last one This ine's the final-in-a-fair-field-of-wheat This building Will may be fall down Blast off! Down! down! Down! down! The ground Down! down! The ground Blast off!  * Mutiny!/The Bad Seed EP Lyrics (The Birthday Party) *  Transcribed by Maria and Blake. Table of Contents: * Jennifer's Veil * Mutiny In Heaven * Swampland * Say A Spell * Sonny's Burning * Wild World * Fears Of Gun * Deep In The Woods * Pleasure Avalanche * The Six Strings That Drew Blood * Vixo Jennifer's Veil So you've come back for Jennifer You know, she hides her face behind a veil I'm warning you Frankie, leave on the next train Your Jennifer she just isn't the same Quit waving that thing about! Come back! Come back and give me a chance to explain Your baby will never cry again. So don't try to reach out And don't let the ship's flag down Point the figure-head at the storm And drive her hard upon Don't stop and don't stop And don't let the veil drop (Another ship ready to sail--the rigging is tight Tight like Jennifer's veil). She drew the curtain on her face Ever since they came and burnt the old place down Why is she searching through the ashes? Why, only Jennifer knows that now. And the officer, without a word, Left all his junk and just moved out. So don't try to reach out And don't let the ship's flag down Point the figure-head at the glass Smash! Smash! into shards Don't stop and don't touch! And don't let the veil drop...behind Jennifer's veil Oh God! Frankie! Is that really you! Get back! Don't reach out! Get back, and get that lantern out of my room! Don't try to reach out And don't let the ship's flag down Down, down over her, like a shroud And let her sail on the sea like a stone. Don't touch and don't touch And don't let the veil drop Another ship ready to dock...the rigging comes loose... Mutiny in Heaven Well ah jumpt! and fled this fucken heap on doctored wings Mah flailin pinions, with splints and rags and crutches! (Damn things nearly hardly flap) Canker upon canker upon one million tiny punctures That look like... Long thin red ribbons draped across the arms of a lil mortal girl (Like a ground -plan of Hell) Curse these smartin strings! These fucken ruptures! Enough! Enough is enough! (If this is Heaven ah'm bailin out) If this is Heaven ah'm bailin out Ah caint tolerate this ol tin-tub So fulla trash and rats! Felt one crawl across mah soul For a seckon there , as thought as wassa back down in the ghetto! (Rats in Paradise! Rats in Paradise!) Ah'm bailin out! There's a mutiny in Heaven! Ah wassa born... And Lord shakin, even then was dumpt into some icy font, like some great stinky unclean! From slum-chuch to slum-church, ah spilt mah heart To some fat cunt behind a screen... Evil poppin eye presst up to the opening He'd slide shut the lil perforated hatch...at night mah body blusht To the whistle of the birch With a lil practice ah soon learnt to use in on mahself Punishment?! Reward!! Punishment?! Reward!! Well, ah tied on...percht on mah bed ah was... sticken a needle in mah arm... Ah tied off! Fucken wings burst out mah back (Like ah was cuttin teeth!!) Ah took off!!! (Rats in Paradise! Rats in Paradise!) There's a mutiny in Heaven! Oh Lord, ah git down on mah knees (Ah git down on mah knees and start to pray) Wrapped in mah mongrel wings, ah nearly freeze In the howlin wind and drivin rain (All the trash blowin round 'n' round) >From slum-heaven into town Ah take mah tiny pain and rollin back mah sleeve (Roll anna roll anna roll anna roll) Ah yank the drip outa mah vein! UTOPIATE! Ah'm bailin out! UTOPIATE! If this is Heaven ah'm bailin out! Mah threadbare soul teems with vermin and louse Thoughts come like a plague to the head...in God's house! Mutiny in Heaven! (Ars infectio forco Dio) To the plank! (Rats in Paradise! Rats in Paradise!) Ah'm bailin out! (Hail Hypuss Dermio Vita Rex!) Hole inna ghetto! Hole inna ghetto! (Scabio Murem per Sanctum...Dio, Dio, Dio) Swampland Quixanne, ah'm in its grip Quixanne, ah'm in its