Nick Cave - Up Jumped The Devil
O My O My
What a wretched life
I was born on the day
That my poor mother died
I was cut from her belly
With a stanley knife
My daddy did a jig
With the drunk midwife
Who's that younder all in flames
Dragging behind him a sack of chains
Who's that younder all in flames
Up jumped the Devil and he staked his claim
O poor heart
I was doomed from the start
Doomed to play
The villians part
I was the baddest Johnny
In the apple cart
My blood was blacker
Than the of a dead nun's heart
Who's that milling on the courthouse steps
Nailing my face to the hitching fence
Who's that milling on the courthouse steps
Up jumped the Devil and off he crept
O no O no
Where could I go
With my hump of trouble
And my sack of woe
To the digs and deserts of Mexico
Where my neck was safe from the lynching rope
Who's that younder laughing at me
Like I was the brunt of some hilarity
Who's that younder laughing at me
Up jumped the Devil 1, 2, 3
Ha-Ha Ha Ha
How lucky we were
We hit the cathouse
And sampled their whares
We got as drunk
As a couple of Czars
One night I spat out
My lucky stars
Who's that dancing on the jailhouse roof
Stamping on the ramping with a cloven hoof
Who's that dancing on the jailhouse roof
Up jumped the Devil and said "Here is your man and I got a proof"
O no don't go O no
O slow down Joe
The righteous part
I straight as an arrow
Take a walk
And you'll find it too narrow
Too narrow for the likes of me
Who's that hanging from the gallow tree
His eyes are hollow but he looks like me
Who's that swinging from the gallow tree
Up jumped the Devil and took my soul from me
Down we go Down we go Down we go
The Devil and me Down we go down down down
Hell fire and flames Down we go Down we go
To Eternity Down we go We go down down down
Down we go we go down down down
Down we go the Devil and me to Eternity
We go down down down down down ad inferno
Well I pride my record collection
It's the only thing I like to do!
But my dad insists they're evil things
With satanic messages in their grooves.
He says he knows this for a fact
'Cause the good Lord told him so;
And he doesn't want the voice of Satan
Raging through his home:
"Those records are the devil's music
And no son of mine's gonna listen to them
I'm sorry son, you have no choice:
I can't have you hearing that Devil's Voice!"
I told him to shut up and he punched my face;
He threw my records in the fireplace!
Grabbed a sledgehammer from out back
And sabotaged my record rack
Crushed all my imports and rarities
Didn't even save the picture sleeves!
Afterwards I felt so empty;
With each broken record died a part of me.
-SNFU
Originally posted by blakbuzzrdNow days, kids don't even know what records were. They wouldn't know what a phonograph or turntable was except they see the rap DJ's doing scratch noises with them. Many of them also don't know what a reel to reel tape recorder was. They understand what a cassette player is. And don't even get me started with the famed 8-track tape recorders. The next generation probably won't know what a CD was either.
Well I pride my record collection
It's the only thing I like to do!
But my dad insists they're evil things
With satanic messages in their grooves.
He says he knows this for a fact
'Cause the good Lord told him so;
And he doesn't want the voice of Satan
Raging through his home:
"Those records are the devil's music
And no son of mine's gonna li ...[text shortened]... s!
Afterwards I felt so empty;
With each broken record died a part of me.
-SNFU
Originally posted by shortcircuitHey, if you want to feel old -- remember those plastic toy telephone your kids had with the eyes that moved when you dragged the phone along? I was at a house the other day and the child had a toy bluetooth for his ear.
Now days, kids don't even know what records were. They wouldn't know what a phonograph or turntable was except they see the rap DJ's doing scratch noises with them. Many of them also don't know what a reel to reel tape recorder was. They understand what a cassette player is. And don't even get me started with the famed 8-track tape recorders. The next generation probably won't know what a CD was either.