More songs!

Jan. 1st, 2009 01:34 am
littlelotte: (Secretary)
So Dan and many of his friends really like Nick Cave--and by "really" I mean they're obsessed. There are songs of his that are incredibly intoxicating to me, but in general I'm not a huge fan. Dan made a mix CD for the trip up to Grand Rapids yesterday and I'm suddenly obsessed with this one:

Lovely Creature
Nick Cave

There she stands, this lovely creature
There she stands, there she stands
With her hair full of ribbons
And green gloves on her hands
So I asked this lovely creature
Yes, I asked. Yes I asked
Would she walk with me a while
Through this night so fast
She took my hand, this lovely creature
"Yes", she said, "Yes", she said
"Yes, I'll walk with you a while"
It was a joyful man she led
Over hills, this lovely creature
Over mountains, over ranges
By great pyramids and sphinxes
We met drifters and strangers
On the sands, my lovely creature
And the mad, moaning winds
At night the deserts writhed
With diabolical things
Through the night, through the night
The wind lashed and it whipped me
When I got home, my lovely creature
She was no longer with me
Somewhere she lies, this lovely creature
Beneath the slow drifting sands
With her hair full of ribbons
And green gloves on her hands


May. 15th, 2008 12:47 pm
littlelotte: (Childlike Empress)
There is typically one song that just catches me the second I hear it and WILL. NOT. LET. GO. when it comes to David Lynch films. I finally got my hands on "Polish Poem" from Inland Empire (I'm ordering the CD, too, shush, don't worry).

I don't think these lyrics are perfect, but pretty close...

Chrysta Bell – Polish Poem
from the INLAND EMPIRE Original Soundtrack

I sing this poem to you...
On the other side, I see…
Shall you wait, glowing?
It’s far away, far away from me,
I can see that -
I can see that -
the wind blows outside and I have no breath,
I breathe again and know I’ll have to live
To forget my world is ending.
I have to live…
I hear my heart beat,
Fluttering in pain, saying something,
Tears are coming to my eyes -
I cry…I cry…
I cannot feel the warmth of the sun
I cannot hear the laughter
Choking with every thought,
I see the faces,
My hands are tied as I wish -
But no one comes,
No one comes,
Where are you?
Where are you?
What will make me want to live?
What will make me want to love?
Tell me…tell me…

I sing this poem to you…to you…
Is this mystery unfolding
As a wind floating?
Something is coming true -
The dream of an innocent child…

Something is happening -
Something is happening…


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