We Call Upon the Author-Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds

[00:00.000] 作曲 : Warren Ellis/Nick Cave [00:15.603]What we once thought we had we didn't, and what we have now will never be that way again [00:21.874]So we call upon the author to explain [00:32.339]Our myxomatoid kids spraddle the streets, we've shunned them from the greasy-grind [00:37.040]The poor little things, they look so sad and old as they mount us from behind [00:43.038]I ask them to desist and to refrain [00:46.288]And then we call upon the author to explain [00:56.239]Rosary clutched in his hand, he died with tubes up his nose [00:59.949]And a cabal of angels with finger cymbals chanted his name in code [01:05.181]We shook our fists at the punishing rain [01:08.442]And we call upon the author to explain [01:14.532]He said everything is messed up around here, everything is banal and jejune [01:18.780]There is a planetary conspiracy against the likes of you and me in this idiot constituency of the moon [01:25.282]Well, he knew exactly who to blame [01:28.785]And we call upon the author to explain [01:34.703]Prolix! Prolix! Nothing a pair of scissors can't fix! [02:09.954]Prolix! Prolix! Nothing a pair of scissors can't fix! [02:10.379]Well, I go guruing down the street, young people gather round my feet [02:15.134]Ask me things, but I don'r know where to start [02:18.632]They ignite the power-trail ssstraight to my father's heart [02:23.379]And once again I call upon the author to explain [02:31.877]We call upon the author to explain [02:36.079]Who is this great burdensome slavering dog-thing that mediocres my every thought? [02:42.087]I feel like a vacuum cleaner, a complete sucker, it's ****ed up and he is a ****er [02:48.837]But what an enormous and encyclopaedic brain [02:52.577]I call upon the author to explain [03:09.780]Oh rampant discrimination, mass poverty, third world debt, infectious diseease [03:15.482]Global inequality and deepening socio-economic divisions [03:19.986]Well, it does in your brain [03:22.225]And we call upon the author to explain [03:31.235]Now hang on, my friend Doug is tapping on the window (Hey Doug, how you been?) [03:38.735]Brings me back a book on holocaust poetry complete with pictures [03:42.488]Then tells me to get ready for the rain [03:45.438]And we call upon the author to explain [03:54.142]I say prolix! Prolix! Something a pair of scissors can fix [04:11.151]Bukowski was a jerk! Berryman was best! [04:14.356]He wrote like wet papier mache, went the Heming-way weirdly on wings and with maximum pain [04:22.118]We call upon the author to explain [04:27.623]Down in my bolthole I see they've published another volume of unreconstructed rubbish [04:39.066]"The waves, the waves were soldiers moving". Well, thank you, thank you, thank you [04:45.529]And again I call upon the author to explain [04:49.536]Yeah, we call upon the author to explain [05:00.000]Prolix! Prolix! There's nothing a pair of scissors can't fix!