Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds Lyrics
Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds Lyrics
"Rye Whiskey (tranditonal version) Lyrics"
Mental Twin Lyrics
Me and myself We're not one of you We have an alibi to always get thru Me and myself My mentor and guide You're my tormentor Always by my side Not going downward - mental twin Not going downward - mental twin Not going downward, downward Instrument evil mental twin Me and myself We're kin
Me and myself We're not one of you We have an alibi to always get thru Me and myself My mentor and guide You're my tormentor Always by my side Not going downward - mental twin Not going downward - mental twin Not going downward, downward Instrument evil mental twin Me and myself We're kin
I'll eat when I'm hungry,
I'll drink when l'm dry,
If the hard times don't kill me,
I'll lay down and die.
Rye whisky, rye whisky,
Rye whisky, I cry,
If you don't give me rye whisky,
I surely will die.
I'll tune up my fiddle,
And I'll rosin my bow,
I'll make myself welcome,
Wherever I go.
Beefsteak when I'm hungry,
Red liquor when I'm dry,
Greenbacks when I'm hard up,
And religion when I die.
They say I drink whisky,
My money's my own;
All them that don't like me,
Can leave me alone.
Sometimes I drink whisky,
Sometimes I drink rum,
Sometimes I drink brandy,
At
Through Burning Wastelands Lyrics
Passing fields where once was joy They felt the mighty emperor's wrath Through woods of eternal winter, wolves howl An everlasting serenade to praise the demonkind They know who I am, for they are damned for life Do they know me from a distant past, from ancient times Or have they seen me in a future in their dreams?
other times none.Passing fields where once was joy They felt the mighty emperor's wrath Through woods of eternal winter, wolves howl An everlasting serenade to praise the demonkind They know who I am, for they are damned for life Do they know me from a distant past, from ancient times Or have they seen me in a future in their dreams?
But if I get boozy,
My whisky's my own,
And them that don't like me,
Can leave me alone.
Jack o' diamonds, jack o' diamonds,
I know you of old,
You've robbed my poor pockets
Of silver and gold.
Oh, whisky, you villain,
You've been my downfall,
You've kicked me, you've cuffed me,
But I love you for all.
If the ocean was whisky,
And I was a duck,
I'd dive to the bottom
To get one sweet suck.
But the ocean ain't whisky
And I ain't a duck,
So we'll round up the cattle
And then we'll get drunk.
My foot's in my stirrup,
My bridle's in my hand,
Whisper Lyrics
I wonder if at times You ever think of me Or even call my name. I don't suppose you do. They talk of rain They talk of time They talk of pain They talk of mine. They whisper names They whisper news They whisper 'shame' They whisper you. I tried to look for you. I tried for years and y
'm leaving sweet Lillie,I wonder if at times You ever think of me Or even call my name. I don't suppose you do. They talk of rain They talk of time They talk of pain They talk of mine. They whisper names They whisper news They whisper 'shame' They whisper you. I tried to look for you. I tried for years and y
The fairest in the land.
Her parents don't like me,
They say l'm too poor;
They say I'm unworthy
To enter her door.
Sweet milk when l'm hungry,
Rye whisky when l'm dry,
If a tree don't fall on me,
I'll live till I die.
I'll buy my own whisky,
I'll make my own stew,
If I get drunk, madam,
It's nothing to you.
I'll drink my own whisky,
I'll drink my own wine,
Some ten thousand bottles
I've killed in my time.
I've no wife to quarrel
No babies to bawl;
The best way of living
Is no wife at all.
Way up on Clinch Mountain
I wander alone,
l'm as
Pump Room Brawl Lyrics
nocturnal frenzy jabbering fat drooling beer the Horn of Plenty sadistick ritual bound antagonist bites the flab snorts the blood the sausage whips singed flesh red hot sauce demeans pump room brawl degrading spectacle under the Horn down the hatch !
drunk as the devil,nocturnal frenzy jabbering fat drooling beer the Horn of Plenty sadistick ritual bound antagonist bites the flab snorts the blood the sausage whips singed flesh red hot sauce demeans pump room brawl degrading spectacle under the Horn down the hatch !
Oh, let me alone.
You may boast of your knowledge
An' brag of your sense,
'Twill all be forgotten
A hundred years hence.
(Negro Variant)
In my little log cabin,
Ever since I been born,
Dere ain't been no nothin'
'Cept dat hard salt, parched corn.
But I know whar's a henhouse,
De turkey he charve;
An, if ol' Massa don' kill me
I cain't never starve.
(Variant chorus)
Rye whisky, rye whisky,
You're no friend to me;
You killed my poor daddy,
Goddamn you, try me.
From American Ballads and Folk Songs, Lomax
Note: One of the more exhaustive texts