18 dezembro 2009

(The) (Song Of Devotion) Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - The Carny

And no-one saw the carny go
And the weeks flew by
Until they moved on the show
Leaving his caravan behind
It was parked out on the south east ridge
And as the company crossed the bridge
With the first rain filling the bone-dry river bed
It shone, just so, upon the edge
Away, away, we're sad to say
Dog-boy, atlas, Mandrake, the geeks, the hired hands
There was not one among them that
did not cast an eye behind
In the hope that the carny would
return to his own kind
And the carny left behind a horse, so skin and bone
that he named "sorrow"
And it was in a shallow, unmarked grave that the
old nag was laid in the then parched meadow
And it was the dwarves that were given the
task of digging the ditch
And laying the nag's carcass in the ground
While boss Bellini, waved his smoking pistol around
saying "The nag was dead Meat"
"We can't afford to carry dead weight"
while The whole company standing about
Not making a sound
And turning to dwarves perched on the enclosure gate
The boss says "Bury this lump of crow bait"
And the rain came hammering down
Everybody running for their wagons
Tying all the canvas flaps down
The mangy cats growling in their cages
The bird-girl flapping and squawking around
The whole valley reeking of wet beast
Wet beast and rotten sodden hay
Freak and brute creation
all Packed up and on their way
The three dwarves peering from their wagon's hind
Moses says to Noah "We shoulda dugga deepa one"
Their grizzled faces like dying moons
Still dirty from the digging done
And charley, the oldest of the three said "I guess
the carney aint gonna show"
And they were silent for a spell, wishin they had
done a better job of burying Sorrow
And the company passed from the valley
Into a higher ground
The rain beat on the ridge and on the meadow
And on the mound
Until nothing was left, nothing left at all
Except the body of sorrow
That rose in time
To float upon the surface of the eaten soil
And a murder of crows did circle round
First one, then the others flapping blackly down
And the carny's van still sat upon the edge
Tilting slowly as the firm ground turned to sludge
And the rain it hammered down
And no-one saw the carny go
I say it's funny how things go

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