Текст песни NICK CAVE AND THE BAD SEEDS - Cabin Fever!
NICK CAVE AND THE BAD SEEDS - Cabin Fever! слова песни
Текст песни NICK CAVE AND THE BAD SEEDS - Cabin Fever!
The Captain's fore-arm like bunched-up ropewith A-N-I-T-A wrigglin' free on a skull'n'daggerand a portrait of Christ, nailed to an anchoretched into his upper...O o o' Cabin Fever!O o o' Cabin Fever!Slams his fucken tin-dish down( )Our Captain, takes time to crushSome Bloo-Bottles glowin in his gruelwith a lump in his throat, and lumpy mushThumbing a scrapbook stuck up with clagand a morbid lump of Love in his flags.Done is the Missing, now all that remainIs to sail forever, upon the stainCabin Fever! O o o' Cabin Fever!The captain's free-hand is a cleaverwhich he fashions his beard, n' he rations his jerkey!and carves his peg outa the finest mahagony!Or was it Ebony? etc...Tallies up his loneliness, notch by notchFor the sea offers nuthin to hold or touchNotch by notch, winter by winterNotch x notch, winter x winterNow his leg is whittled, right down to a splinterO o Cabin Fever! O o o Cabin Fever!O the rollin sea still rollin on!She's everywhere! now that she's gone! Gone! Gone!O Cabin Fever! O Cabin Fever!Welcome to his table, Beloved-UnconsciousRaisin her host of hair from her crooksand strugglin to summony one of her looks!