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15 Feet of Pure White Snow

Where is Mona?
She’s long gone
Where is Mary?
She’s taken her along
But they haven’t put their mittens on
And there’s fifteen feet of pure white snow?
Where is Michael?
Where is Mark?
Where is Mathew
Now it’s getting dark?
Where is John? They are all out back
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow
Would you please put down that telephone
We’re under fifteen feet of pure white snow

I waved to my neighbour
My neighbour waved to me
But my neighbour
Is my enemy
I kept waving my arms
Till I could not see
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow

Is anybody
Out there please?
It’s too quiet in here
And I’m beginning to freeze
I’ve got icicles hanging
From my knees
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow

Is there anybody here who feels this low?
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow

Raise your hands up to the sky
Raise your hands up to the sky
Is it any wonder?
Oh my Lord Oh my Lord
Oh my Lord Oh my Lord

Doctor, Doctor
I’m going mad
This is the worst day
I’ve ever had
I can’t remember
Ever feeling this bad
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow
Where’s my nurse
I need some healing
I’ve been paralysed
By a lack of feeling
I can’t even find
Anything worth stealing
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow
Is there anyone else here who doesn’t know?
We’re under fifteen feet of pure white snow

Raise your hands up to the sky
Raise your hands up to the sky
Is it any wonder?
Oh my Lord Oh my Lord
Oh my Lord Oh my Lord
Save Yourself! Help Yourself!
Save Yourself! Help Yourself!

Nick Cave

Poetry

Avalanche

I stepped into an avalanche
It covered up my soul
When I am not this hunchback that you see
I sleep beneath the golden hill
You, who wish to conquer pain
You, must learn, learn to serve me well

You strike my side by accident
As you go down to your goal
This cripple here that you clothe and feed
Is neither starved nor cold
He does not ask for your company
Not at the centre, the centre of the world

And I am on a pedestal
You did not raise me there
Your laws do not compel me now
To kneel grotesque and bare
I, myself, am the pedestal
For this ugly hump at which you stare

You who wish to conquer pain
You must learn what makes me kind
The crumbs of love that you offer me
Are the crumbs I’ve left behind
Your pain is no credential here
It’s just a shadow of my wound

I have begun to ask for you
I, who have no greed
I have begun to long for you
I, who have no need
You say you’ve gone away from me
But I can feel you when you breathe

Do not dress in those rags for me
I know you are not poor
And do not love me quite so fiercely now
When you know that you are not sure
It is your turn, my beloved one
It is your flesh that I wear

Nick Cave

Poetry

Poetry

Мамочка, что с нами будет
Мамочка, что с нами станет
Он меня точно погубит
Сердце мое умирает
Больше терпеть нету силы
Больше терпеть невозможно
Боже, какой он красивый
Как же любить его сложно
Мамочка, что же случилось
Как же мне с этим справляться
Если скажу, что мне снилось
Девочки будут смеяться
Что же теперь скажут люди
Сердце навеки разбито
Мамочка, что с нами будет
Я полюбила бандита

Мамочка, что же такое
Мамочка, что со мной стало
Небо как будто другое
Неба как будто мне мало
Мамочка, я все забыла
Что же мне делать, не знаю
Ты мне всегда говорила
Я не того выбираю
Только когда его вижу
Только когда я с ним рядом
Хочется быть еще ближе
Хочется, хочется, мама
Что же теперь скажут люди
Сердце навеки разбито
Мамочка, что с нами будет
Я полюбила бандита

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