inspiration
Writing by Jana on Tuesday, 20 of May , 2008 at 8:56 am
Not alot of people in North america are familiar with Nick Cave, and it’s a real shame because he’s produced some of the most beautiful and heart wrenching poetry through his music.
He even wrote a novel “And the Ass Saw the Angel” which was critically lauded, compared to Gabrial Garcia Marquez, and unfortunately - again - not very widely read.
Now I may not believe in writer’s block but his song “There She Goes, My Beautiful World” is one of the most beautiful songs ever written on the subject.
“There She Goes, My Beautiful World”
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 worldThere she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes againJohn 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 RocksWell, 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 headSend that stuff on down to me
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes againKarl 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 hospitalI 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 lifeI just want to move the world
I just want to move
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes againSo 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 poetI 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 it all around the world
Cause here she comes, my beautiful girlThere she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes again
Category: music, writer's block, writing
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Comment by Vivi
Made Wednesday, 21 of May , 2008 at 6:43 pm
That’s such a great song! It’s beyond me how someone could not know who Nick Cave is. Seriously, it makes my brain hurt. These are the same people who had never heard of Jeff Buckley before that half-stoned kid on American Idol covered Hallelujah.
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