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(l,m) Nick
(p) Cave & The Bad Seeds
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Blixa Bargeld: guitar; Savage: piano;
Martyn Casey: bass; Thomas Wydler:
The Bad Seeds: vocals;
Mick Harvey & David Blumberg: string
Dennis Karmazyn: cello; Bruce Dukov, Porter: violins >
( Henry's Dream [Mute, )

I went out walking the day
The wind hung wet my neck
My head it with screams and groans
From the I spent amongst her bones
I beside the mission house
that mad old buzzard, the reverend,
Shrieked and flapped life after your dead
Well, I thought about my friend,
How they him in linoleum
And shot him in the
A bloody halo, like a
his head
And I bellowed at the
Looks like the rains are to stay
And the rain pissed upon me
And me all away

Papa won't leave you,
won't leave you, Boy
Papa leave you, Henry
Papa won't you, Boy
Well, the road is
And the is hard
And many fall by the
But Papa leave you, Henry
So there no need to cry
And I went on the road
He on down the road
And I went on down the
He on down the road
Well, the moon it looked
something you should pity
Spent an
Above the sizzling wires of the
Well, it reminded me of her
Her bleached and hungry
Her hair was a curtain
Falling open with the
And with the lies
But the ghost of her still on
Though passed through me
And is
The dogs, they are barking
And the rain on the streets
And the tears that we weep today
all be washed away
By the tears that we weep again tomorrow
won't leave you, Henry
Papa leave you, Boy
won't leave you, Henry
Papa leave you, Boy
For the is long
And the road is
And fall by the side
But Papa leave you, Henry
So there ain't no to cry
And I went on the road
He went on down the
And I went on the road
He went on the road
And I came upon a house
A little house a hill
And I entered through, the hissed
Into the house with its blood-red
wet-lipped women with greasy fists
Crawled the and the walls
They filled me full of
And led me the rooms
Naked and and grinning
Until everything black
And I came spinning
I so drunk and full of rage
That I could speak
A fag in a corset
Draping his across my cheek
And its the shame
And its a guilt
And its into the fray
And the walls ran red me
A warm spray

Papa leave you, Henry
Papa won't you, Boy
won't leave you, Henry
Papa leave you, Boy
Well, the night is
And the night is
And its jaws are wide
But Papa won't you, Henry
So ain't no need to cry
And I went on down the
He on down the road
And I on down the road
He went on down the
It's the rainy season where I'm
Death comes leaping out of doorway
Wasting you for money, for clothes
And for your
towns being washed away
Favelas exploding on inflammable
Lynch-mobs, death squads, babies being born brains
The mad heat and the relentless
And if you stick arm into that hole
It comes out sheared off to the
And with her bubbling on my lips
I swiped the rain and missed
And I went on the road
He went on the road

Papa won't leave you,
Papa leave you, Boy
won't leave you, Henry
Papa leave you, Boy
Well, the is long
And the is hard
And many fall by the
But Papa won't you, Henry
So ain't no need to cry
And I went on down the
He on down the road
And I on down the road
He went on the road
Bent Beneath my heavy
Under his heavy
Yeah, I went on the road
Yeah, he on down the road
Woah,
Woah,
Woah,
Woah,
And I went on that road