There She Goes, My Beautiful Girl

Nick Cave and the bad seeds

The wintergreen, the juniper
 The cornflower and the chicory
 All the words you said to me
 Still vibrating in the air
 The elm, the ash and the linden tree
 The dark and deep, enchanted sea
 The trembling moon and the stars unfurled
 There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world
 There she goes, my beautiful world
 There she goes, my beautiful world
 There she goes again

John Willmot penned his poetry
 riddled with the pox
 Nabakov wrote on index cards,
 at a lectem, in his socks
 St. John of the Cross did his best stuff
 imprisoned in a box
 And JohnnyThunders was half alive
 when he wrote Chinese Rocks

Well, me, I'm lying here, with nothing in my ears
 Me, I'm lying here, with nothing in my ears
 Me, I'm lying here, for what seems years
 I'm just lying on my bed with nothing in my head

Send that stuff on down to me
 Send that stuff on down to me
 Send that stuff on down to me
 Send that stuff on down to me

There she goes, my beautiful world
 There she goes, my beautiful world
 There she goes, my beautiful world
 There she goes again

Karl Marx squeezed his carbuncles
 while writing Das Kapital
 And Gaugin, he buggered off, man,
 and went all tropical
 While Philip Larkin stuck it out
 in a library in Hull
 And Dylan Thomas died drunk in
 St. Vincent's hospital

I will kneel at your feet
 I will lie at your door
 I will rock you to sleep
 I will roll on the floor
 And I'll ask for nothing
 Nothing in this life
 I'll ask for nothing
 Give me ever-lasting life

I just want to move the world
 I just want to move the world
 I just want to move the world
 I just want to move

There she goes, my beautiful world
 There she goes, my beautiful world
 There she goes, my beautiful world
 There she goes again

So if you got a trumpet, get on your feet,
 brother, and blow it
 If you've got a field, that don't yield,
 well get up and hoe it
 I look at you and you look at me and
 deep in our hearts know it
 That you weren't much of a muse,
 but then I weren't much of a poet

I will be your slave
 I will peel you grapes
 Up on your pedestal
 With your ivory and apes
 With your book of ideas
 With your alchemy
 O Come on
 Send that stuff on down to me

Send that stuff on down to me
 Send that stuff on down to me
 Send that stuff on down to me
 Send that stuff on down to me
 Send it all around the world
 Cause here she comes, my beautiful girl

There she goes, my beautiful world
 There she goes, my beautiful world
 There she goes, my beautiful world
 There she goes again

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