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Nick Cave - As I sat sadly by her side.
Innehåller textrader som:
She stroked a kitten in her lap
And we watched the world as it fell past
Softly she spoke these words to me
And with brand new eyes, open wide
We pressed our faces to the glass
"But watch the one falling in the street
See him gesture to his neighbours
See him trampled beneath their feet
All outward motion connects to nothing
For each is concerned with their immediate need
Witness the man reaching up from the gutter
See the other one stumbling on who can not see"
At which she turned her head away
Great tears leaping from her eyes
I could not wipe the smile from my face
As I sat sadly by her side
Ligger någonstans i gränslandet mellan mellankoli och sorg, precis som nästan allt Cave gör.
F ö anser jag att The Crimson Idol är toppen i WASPs karriär.
F ö gör dom det själva också.
