歌曲 | O'Malley's Bar Reprise |
歌手 | Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds |
专辑 | B-Sides & Rarities |
I am tall and I am thin | |
Of an enviable height | |
And I’ve been known to be quite handsome | |
In a certain angle and a certain light | |
Well I entered into O’Malley’s | |
I said, “ | |
O’Malley I have a thirst | |
” | |
O’Malley merely smiled at me | |
Said “ | |
You wouldn't be the first | |
” | |
I knocked on the bar and pointed | |
To a bottle on the shelf | |
And as O’Malley poured me out a drink | |
I sniffed and crossed myself | |
My hand decided that the time was nigh | |
And for a moment it slipped from view | |
When it returned, it fairly burned | |
With confidence anew | |
Well the thunder from my steely fist | |
Made all the glasses jangle | |
When I shot him, I was so handsome | |
It was the light, it was the angle | |
Huh! Hmm... | |
“ | |
Neighbours! | |
” I cried, “ | |
Friends! | |
” I screamed | |
I banged my fists upon the bar | |
“ | |
I bear no grudge against you! | |
” | |
And my dick felt long and hard | |
“ | |
I am the man for which no God waits | |
But for which the whole world yearns | |
And I’m marked by darkness and by blood | |
And by a thousand powder-burns | |
” | |
Well, you know those fish with the swollen lips | |
That clean the ocean floor | |
When I looked at poor old O’Malley’s wife | |
Well that’s exactly what I saw | |
I jammed the barrel under her chin | |
And her face looked raw and vicious | |
Her head it landed in the sink | |
With all the dirty dishes | |
And her little daughter Siobhan | |
Pulled beers from dusk till down | |
And amongst the town folk she was a bit of a joke | |
But she pulled the best beer in town | |
Well I swooped magnificent upon her | |
As she sat shivering in her grief | |
Like the Madonna painted on the church-house wall | |
In whale’s blood and banana leaf | |
Her throat crumbled in my hands | |
And I spun heroically around | |
To see Caffrey rising from his seat | |
I shot that mother fucker down | |
Mmm... Yeah, yeah, yeah... | |
“ | |
I have no free will | |
”, I sang | |
And I flew about the murder | |
Mrs. Richard Holmes, she screamed — | |
You really should have heard her | |
Well, I sang and I laughed, I howled and I wept, | |
I panted like a pup | |
I blew a hole in Mrs. Richard Holmes | |
And her husband stupidly stood up | |
As he screamed, “ | |
You are an evil man! | |
” | |
And I paused a while to wonder | |
“ | |
If I have no free will then how can I | |
Be morally culpable? | |
” I wonder | |
I shot Richard Holmes in the stomach | |
Gingerly he sat down | |
And he whispered weirdly, “ | |
No offence | |
” | |
And then lay upon the ground | |
“ | |
None taken | |
”, I replied to him | |
To which he gave a little cough | |
And with blazing wings I neatly aimed | |
Blew his head completely off | |
I’ve lived in this town for thirty years | |
To no-one I am a stranger | |
And I put new bullets in my gun | |
Chamber upon chamber | |
And I turned my gun on the bird-like Mr. Brooks | |
I thought of Saint Francis and his sparrows | |
And as I shot down the youthful Richardson | |
It was Sebastian I thought of, and his arrows | |
Hmm mmm yeah | |
Yeah! Listen, listen... | |
I said, “ | |
I want to introduce myself | |
And I am glad that all you came | |
” | |
And I leapt upon the bar | |
And I shouted down my name | |
Well Jerry Bellows, he hugged his stool | |
Closed his eyes and shrugged and laughed | |
And with an ashtray big as a fucking really big brick | |
I split his skull in half | |
His blood spilled across the bar | |
Like a steaming scarlet brook | |
And then I knelt there at its edge on the counter | |
Wiped the tears away and looked | |
Well, the light in there it was blinding | |
Full of God and ghosts and truth | |
And I smiled at Henry Davenport | |
Who made no attempt to move | |
Well, from the position I was standing | |
The strangest thing I ever saw | |
The bullet entered through the top of his chest | |
And blew his bowels out on the floor | |
And I floated down the counter, | |
Showing no remorse | |
I shot a hole in Kathleen Carpenter | |
— recently divorced | |
But remorse I felt, remorse I had | |
It clung to every thing | |
From the raven hair upon my head | |
To the feathers on my wings | |
Then I squeezed my hand in its fraudulent claw | |
With its golden hairless chest | |
And I glided through the bodies | |
And killed the fat man, Vincent West | |
Who sat quietly in his chair | |
A man become a child | |
And I raised the gun up to his head | |
Executioner-style | |
He made no attempt to resist | |
So fat and dull and lazy | |
“ | |
Did you know that I live in your street? | |
” I said | |
And he looked at me like I was crazy | |
“ | |
Oh | |
”, he said, “ | |
I had no idea | |
” | |
And he grew as quiet as a mouse | |
Well the roar of the pistol when it went off | |
Near blew the hat right off the house | |
Hmm uh hmm uh hmm uh | |
Yeah, peah | |
Hmm mmm ha ah... | |
Well, I caught my eye in the mirror | |
And gave it a long and loving inspection | |
“ | |
There stands some kind of man | |
”, I roared | |
And then did in the reflection | |
My hair combed back like a raven’s wing | |
My muscles hard and tight | |
And curling from the business end of my gun | |
Was a query-mark of cordite | |
Well I spun to the left, I spun to the right, | |
I spun to the left again | |
“ | |
Fear me! Fear me! Fear me! | |
” | |
But no one did cause they were dead | |
Huh! Hmm | |
Oh oh yeah! Hmm! | |
Mmm hmmm mmm hmmm yeah | |
And then there were the police sirens wailing and | |
And then a bull-horn squelched and blared | |
“ | |
Drop your weapons and come out | |
With your hands held in the air | |
” | |
Well, I checked the chamber of my gun | |
Saw I had one final bullet left | |
My hand, it looked almost human | |
As I raised it bravely to my head | |
“ | |
Drop your weapon and come on out! | |
Keep your hands above your head! | |
” | |
I had one one long hard think about dying | |
And did exactly what they said | |
There must have been fifty cops out there | |
In a circle round O’Malley’s bar | |
“ | |
Don’t shoot | |
”, I cried, “ | |
I’m a man unarmed! | |
” | |
So they put me in their car | |
And they sped me away from that terrible scene | |
And I glanced out of the window | |
Saw O’Malley’s bar, saw the cops and the cars | |
And I started counting on my fingers | |
Aaaaah one aaaaaah two aaaaaaah three aaaaaah | |
Mmmmmmm O’Malley’s bar | |
Mmmmmmm O’Malley’s bar | |
Mmmmmmm O’Malley’s bar... |
I am tall and I am thin | |
Of an enviable height | |
And I' ve been known to be quite handsome | |
In a certain angle and a certain light | |
Well I entered into O' Malley' s | |
I said, " | |
O' Malley I have a thirst | |
" | |
O' Malley merely smiled at me | |
Said " | |
You wouldn' t be the first | |
" | |
I knocked on the bar and pointed | |
To a bottle on the shelf | |
And as O' Malley poured me out a drink | |
I sniffed and crossed myself | |
My hand decided that the time was nigh | |
And for a moment it slipped from view | |
When it returned, it fairly burned | |
With confidence anew | |
Well the thunder from my steely fist | |
Made all the glasses jangle | |
When I shot him, I was so handsome | |
It was the light, it was the angle | |
Huh! Hmm... | |
" | |
Neighbours! | |
" I cried, " | |
Friends! | |
" I screamed | |
I banged my fists upon the bar | |
" | |
I bear no grudge against you! | |
" | |
And my dick felt long and hard | |
" | |
I am the man for which no God waits | |
But for which the whole world yearns | |
And I' m marked by darkness and by blood | |
And by a thousand powderburns | |
" | |
Well, you know those fish with the swollen lips | |
That clean the ocean floor | |
When I looked at poor old O' Malley' s wife | |
Well that' s exactly what I saw | |
I jammed the barrel under her chin | |
And her face looked raw and vicious | |
Her head it landed in the sink | |
With all the dirty dishes | |
And her little daughter Siobhan | |
Pulled beers from dusk till down | |
And amongst the town folk she was a bit of a joke | |
But she pulled the best beer in town | |
Well I swooped magnificent upon her | |
As she sat shivering in her grief | |
Like the Madonna painted on the churchhouse wall | |
In whale' s blood and banana leaf | |
Her throat crumbled in my hands | |
And I spun heroically around | |
To see Caffrey rising from his seat | |
I shot that mother fucker down | |
Mmm... Yeah, yeah, yeah... | |
" | |
I have no free will | |
", I sang | |
And I flew about the murder | |
Mrs. Richard Holmes, she screamed | |
You really should have heard her | |
Well, I sang and I laughed, I howled and I wept, | |
I panted like a pup | |
I blew a hole in Mrs. Richard Holmes | |
And her husband stupidly stood up | |
As he screamed, " | |
You are an evil man! | |
" | |
And I paused a while to wonder | |
" | |
If I have no free will then how can I | |
Be morally culpable? | |
" I wonder | |
I shot Richard Holmes in the stomach | |
Gingerly he sat down | |
And he whispered weirdly, " | |
No offence | |
" | |
And then lay upon the ground | |
" | |
None taken | |
", I replied to him | |
To which he gave a little cough | |
And with blazing wings I neatly aimed | |
Blew his head completely off | |
I' ve lived in this town for thirty years | |
To noone I am a stranger | |
And I put new bullets in my gun | |
Chamber upon chamber | |
And I turned my gun on the birdlike Mr. Brooks | |
I thought of Saint Francis and his sparrows | |
And as I shot down the youthful Richardson | |
It was Sebastian I thought of, and his arrows | |
Hmm mmm yeah | |
Yeah! Listen, listen... | |
I said, " | |
I want to introduce myself | |
And I am glad that all you came | |
" | |
And I leapt upon the bar | |
And I shouted down my name | |
Well Jerry Bellows, he hugged his stool | |
Closed his eyes and shrugged and laughed | |
And with an ashtray big as a fucking really big brick | |
I split his skull in half | |
His blood spilled across the bar | |
Like a steaming scarlet brook | |
And then I knelt there at its edge on the counter | |
Wiped the tears away and looked | |
Well, the light in there it was blinding | |
Full of God and ghosts and truth | |
And I smiled at Henry Davenport | |
Who made no attempt to move | |
Well, from the position I was standing | |
The strangest thing I ever saw | |
The bullet entered through the top of his chest | |
And blew his bowels out on the floor | |
And I floated down the counter, | |
Showing no remorse | |
I shot a hole in Kathleen Carpenter | |
recently divorced | |
But remorse I felt, remorse I had | |
It clung to every thing | |
From the raven hair upon my head | |
To the feathers on my wings | |
Then I squeezed my hand in its fraudulent claw | |
With its golden hairless chest | |
And I glided through the bodies | |
And killed the fat man, Vincent West | |
Who sat quietly in his chair | |
A man become a child | |
And I raised the gun up to his head | |
Executionerstyle | |
He made no attempt to resist | |
So fat and dull and lazy | |
" | |
Did you know that I live in your street? | |
" I said | |
And he looked at me like I was crazy | |
" | |
Oh | |
", he said, " | |
I had no idea | |
" | |
And he grew as quiet as a mouse | |
Well the roar of the pistol when it went off | |
Near blew the hat right off the house | |
Hmm uh hmm uh hmm uh | |
Yeah, peah | |
Hmm mmm ha ah... | |
Well, I caught my eye in the mirror | |
And gave it a long and loving inspection | |
" | |
There stands some kind of man | |
", I roared | |
And then did in the reflection | |
My hair combed back like a raven' s wing | |
My muscles hard and tight | |
And curling from the business end of my gun | |
Was a querymark of cordite | |
Well I spun to the left, I spun to the right, | |
I spun to the left again | |
" | |
Fear me! Fear me! Fear me! | |
" | |
But no one did cause they were dead | |
Huh! Hmm | |
Oh oh yeah! Hmm! | |
Mmm hmmm mmm hmmm yeah | |
And then there were the police sirens wailing and | |
And then a bullhorn squelched and blared | |
" | |
Drop your weapons and come out | |
With your hands held in the air | |
" | |
Well, I checked the chamber of my gun | |
Saw I had one final bullet left | |
My hand, it looked almost human | |
As I raised it bravely to my head | |
" | |
Drop your weapon and come on out! | |
Keep your hands above your head! | |
" | |
I had one one long hard think about dying | |
And did exactly what they said | |
There must have been fifty cops out there | |
In a circle round O' Malley' s bar | |
" | |
Don' t shoot | |
", I cried, " | |
I' m a man unarmed! | |
" | |
So they put me in their car | |
And they sped me away from that terrible scene | |
And I glanced out of the window | |
Saw O' Malley' s bar, saw the cops and the cars | |
And I started counting on my fingers | |
Aaaaah one aaaaaah two aaaaaaah three aaaaaah | |
Mmmmmmm O' Malley' s bar | |
Mmmmmmm O' Malley' s bar | |
Mmmmmmm O' Malley' s bar... |