Darker with The Day

Nick Cave and the bad seeds

As so with that, I thought I'd take a final walk
 The tide of public opinion had started to abate
 The neighbours, bless them, had turned out to be all talk
 I could see their frightened faces
 peering at me through the gate

I was looking for an end to this, for some kind of closure
 Time moved so rapidly, I had no hope of keeping track of it
 I thought of my friends who had died of exposure
 And I remembered other ones
 Who had died from the lack of it

And in my best shoes I started falling forward down the street
 I stopped at a church and jostled through the crowd
 And love followed just behind me, panting at my feet
 As the steeple tore the stomach from a lonely little cloud

Inside I sat, seeking the presence of a God



I searched through the pictures in a leather-bound book
 I found a woolly lamb dozing in an issue of blood
 And a gilled Jesus shivering on a fisherman's hook

Babe
 It seems so long
 Since you've been gone away
 And I
 Just got to say
 That it grows darker with the day

Back on the street I saw a great big smiling sun
 It was a Good day and an Evil day and all was bright and new
 And it seemed to me that most destruction was being done
 By those who could not choose between the two

Amateurs, dilettantes, hacks, cowboys, clones
 The streets groan with little Caesars, Napoleons and cunts
 With their building blocks and their tiny plastic phones
 Counting on their fingers, with crumbs down their fronts

I passed by your garden, saw you with your flowers
 The Camellias, Magnolias and Azaleas so sweet
 And I stood there invisible in the panicking crowds
 You looked so beautiful in the rising heat

I smell smoke, see little fires bursting on the lawns
 People carry on regardless, listening to their hands
 Great cracks appear in the pavement, the earth yawns
 Bored and disgusted, to do us down

Babe
 It seems so long
 Since you've been gone
 And I
 Just got to say
 That it grows darker with the day

These streets are frozen now. I come and go
 Full of a longing for something I do not know
 My father sits slumped in the deepening snow
 As I search, in and out, above, about, below

Babe
 It seems so long
 Since you went away
 And I
 Just got to say
 That it grows darker with the day