Текст песни NICK CAVE AND THE BAD SEEDS - Tupelo
NICK CAVE AND THE BAD SEEDS - Tupelo слова песни
Текст песни NICK CAVE AND THE BAD SEEDS - Tupelo
Looka yonder! Looka yonder!Looka yonder! A big black cloud come!A big black cloud come!O comes to Tupelo. Comes to TupeloYonder on the horizon( )Yonder on the horizonStopped at the mighty riverStopped at the mighty river andSucked the damn thing dryTupelo-o-o, O TupeloIn a valley hides a town called TupeloDistant thunder rumble. Distant thunder rumbleRumble hungry like the BeastThe Beast it cometh, cometh downThe Beast it cometh, cometh downWo wo wo-o-oTupelo bound. Tupelo-o-o. Yeah TupeloThe Beast it cometh, Tupelo boundWhy the hen won't lay no eggCan't get that cock to crowThe nag is spooked and crazyO God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo!O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo!Ya can say these streets are riversYa can call these rivers streetsYa can tell ya self ya dreaming buddyBut no sleep runs this deepNo! No sleep runs this deepNo sleep runs this deepWomen at their windowsRain crashing on the paneWriting in the frostTupelos' shame. Tupelo's shameO God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo!O go to sleep lil childrenThe sandmans on his wayO go to sleep lil childrenThe sandmans in his wayBut the lil children knowThey listen to the beating of their bloodlisten to the beating of their bloodlisten to the beating of their bloodlisten to the beating of their bloodThey listen to the beating of their bloodThe sandman's mud!The sandman's mud!And the black rain come downthe black rain come downthe black rain come downWater water everywhereWhere no bird can fly no fish can swimWhere no bird can fly no fish can swimNo fish can swimUntil The King is born!Until The King is born!In Tupelo! Tupelo-o-o!Til The King is born in Tupelo!In a clap-board shack with a roof of tinWhere the rain came down and leaked withinA young mother frozen on a concrete floorWith a bottle and a box and a cradle of strawTupelo-o-o! O Tupelo!With a bottle and a box and a cradle of strawWell Saturday gives what Sunday stealsAnd a child is born on his brothers heelsCome Sunday morn the first-born deadIn a shoebox tied with a ribbon of red