Nick performed this last Thursday night in Nashville, TN at his Q & A tour. I can't tell you how powerful it was. You would have had to have been there. Thank you, Nick.
Those violins sound so beautiful! That song reaches me deep into my spirit. That’s one thing about Nick Cave as well Peaky Blinders they have some of the most beautiful music I’ve ever heard. God bless!
This is one of his most beautiful,gripping and chilling songs and live is best I've seen it a few times live it's entrancing. Warren Ellis is an amazing violinist. Nick Cave brought me here I've listen to him for a long time and this song in particular. I like him as far back as his work with Lydia Lunch and Rowland Howard.He's much like Leonard Cohen it's undeniable. I've heard a comparison to Tom Waits not in a million years, Cohen yes.
I've just been looking on RUclips because I love different types of music and sounds this is truly beautiful amazing music I want to find out more about this artist
+Sarah Bennedick He really is brilliant, i had the privilege of seeing him live a couple of years ago. He has another band called grinderman and check out a film called The Proposition, he wrote it and did the screenplay and soundtrack.
he has a big catalog and it could be a bit daunting. If you're interesting in these piano ballads I would suggest checking out The Boatmans Call and No Longer Shall We Part. both of those albums are incredibly beautiful.
I love this track. Been a big fan of Nick for years but recently bought this live album which got me into this track. Find it more inviting than the original studio version and more raw and honest than Johnny Cash's take on it and lets not forget Warren on the violin!!!
Nick & The Bad Seeds are currently performing this classic on their Australia/NZ tour .. I witnessed them blasting it out from 10m away the other night it was incredible :) Nick is in fine form really tearing it up with Warren and the rest of the guys who are touring America and probably Europe later in the year. They played 7 of the 8 songs from Skeleton Tree as well. So deep.
Fan depuis 30 ans , c' est son meilleur show et surtout une , voire sa meilleur interprétation de " MERCY SEAT ' Un disque à posséder en CD et en vinyle ( 2 bonus ! ) ...Frissons . Xavier XMT.
I began to warm and chill To objects and their fields A ragged cup, a twisted mop The face of Jesus in my soup Those sinister dinner deals The meal trolley's wicked wheels A hooked bone rising from my food All things either good or ungood And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die Interpret signs and catalogue A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind They are the sick breath at my hind They are the sick breath at my hind They are the sick breath at my hind They are the sick breath gathering at my hind I hear stories from the chamber How Christ was born into a manger And like some ragged stranger Died upon the cross And might I say, it seems so fitting in its way He was a carpenter by trade Or at least that's what I'm told Like my good hand tattooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist In Heaven His throne is made of gold The ark of his Testament is stowed A throne from which I'm told All history does unfold Down here it's made of wood and wire And my body is on fire And God is never far away Into the mercy seat I climb My head is shaved, my head is wired And like a moth that tries To enter the bright eye So I go shuffling out of life Just to hide in death awhile And anyway I never lied My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L. Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D. 'Tis a long-suffering shackle Collaring all that devil blood And the mercy seat is burning And I think my head is flowing And in a way I'm hoping To be done with all this weighing up of truth An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And I've got nothing left to lose And I'm not afraid to die And the mercy seat is glowing And I think my head is melting And in a way I'm hoping To be done with all this twisting of the truth An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway, I saw no proof And nor no motive why And the mercy seat is melting And I think my blood is boiling And in a way I'm spoiling All the fun by all this consequence and truth An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And I've got nothing left to lose And I'm not afraid to die And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof A eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway there was no proof And nor a motive why And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof A life for a life And a truth for a truth And anyway there was no proof And I'm not afraid to die And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is smoking And in a way I'm hoping To be done with all these looks of disbelief An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to lie And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to lie And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm afraid I told a lie
Comecei a me aquecer e me resfriar Em relação a objetos e suas áreas. Um copo em pedaços, um esfregão torcido O rosto de Jesus em minha sopa Esses sinistros jantares de negócios As rodas tenebrosas do carrinho de refeições Um osso em forma de gancho saindo da minha comida Todas as coisas boas ou ruins. E o trono da misericórdia está esperando E eu acho que minha cabeça está queimando De certa forma, estou ansiando Para acabar logo com todo esse pesar da verdade. Olho por olho E dente por dente De qualquer modo, eu disse a verdade E eu não tenho medo de morrer. Ouço histórias da câmara Cristo nasceu em uma manjedoura E, como um estranho esfarrapado Ele morreu na cruz Devo dizer, parece tão apropriado à sua maneira Ele era um carpinteiro de profissão Ou pelo menos é o que me disseram. Minha mão assassina Tatuou "E.V.I.L." no punho de sua irmã Esse quinteto sujo! Eles não fizeram nada para contestar ou resistir. No Céu, Seu trono é feito de ouro A arca de seu Testamento está guardada Um trono de onde me disseram Que toda a história se desdobra. É feito de madeira e arame E o meu corpo está em chamas E Deus nunca está longe. Ao trono da misericórdia eu subo Minha cabeça é raspada, minha cabeça está ligada E como uma mariposa que tenta Entrar no olho brilhante Eu vou embaralhando a vida Só para me esconder na morte por algum tempo E de qualquer maneira, eu nunca menti. E o trono da misericórdia está esperando E eu acho que minha cabeça está queimando E de certa forma, eu estou ansiando Para acabar logo como todo esse pesar da verdade. Olho por olho E dente por dente De qualquer modo, eu disse a verdade E eu não tenho medo de morrer. E o trono da misericórdia está queimando E eu acho que minha cabeça está brilhando E de alguma forma estou esperando Acabar logo com toda essa distorção da verdade. Olho por olho E dente por dente De qualquer modo, não houve provas E eu não tenho medo de morrer. E o trono da misericórdia está brilhando E acho que minha cabeça está se esfumaçando E de alguma forma estou esperando Acabar logo com todos esses olhares de descrença. Vida por vida, E verdade por verdade E eu não tenho nada a perder. E eu não tenho medo de morrer. E o trono da misericórdia está se esfumaçando E acho que minha cabeça está derretendo E de alguma forma, isso está ajudando A acabar logo com toda essa distorção da verdade Olho por olho E dente por dente De qualquer modo, eu disse a verdade Mas temo ter dito uma mentira.
Je recherche une version acoustique que j’ai en Cd couverture papier,version acoustique que je ne retrouve pas sur RUclips et pas non plus dans mes Cd et ma hi-fi est morte
I began to warm and chill To objects and their fields A ragged cup, a twisted mop The face of Jesus in my soup Those sinister dinner deals The meal trolley's wicked wheels A hooked bone rising from my food All things good or ungood And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this weighting up of truth An eye for an eye A tooth for a tooth And anyway, I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die Interpret signs and catalogue A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog The walls are bad Black, bottom kind They are the sick breath at my hind I hear stories from the chamber How Christ was born into a manger And like some ragged stranger Died upon the cross And might I say it seems so fitting in its way He was a carpenter by trade Or at least that's what I'm told My kill-hand is E.V.I.L Across it's brother's fist That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist In Heaven His throne is made of gold The ark of his Testament is stowed A throne from which I'm told All history does unfold Down here it's made of wood and wire And my body is on fire And God is never far away My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D 'Tis a long-suffering shackle Collaring all that rebel blood And the mercy seat is-a waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this weighing up of truth An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway, I told the truth But I'm not afraid to die And the mercy seat is-a burning And I think my head is glowing And in a way I'm hoping To be done with all this weighing up of truth An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And I've got nothing left to lose But I'm not afraid to die The mercy seat is smoking And I think my head is boiling And in a way I'm spoiling All the fun by all of this truth and consequence An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway, I told the truth And I'm afraid, I told a lie
It all began when They took me from my home And put me on death row A crime for which I am totally innocent, you know I began to warm and chill To objects and their fields A ragged cup, a twisted mop The face of Jesus in my soup Those sinister dinner deals The meal trolley's wicked wheels A hooked bone rising from my food And all things either good or un-good And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this weighing of the truth An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth and I'm not afraid to die I hear stories from the chamber Christ was born into a manger And like some ragged stranger He died upon the cross Might I say, it seems So fitting in its way He was a carpenter by trade Or at least that's what I'm told My kill-hand's tattooed 'E.V.I.L.' Across it's brother's fist That filthy five, they did nothing To challenge or resist In Heaven, His throne is made of gold The ark of His Testament is stowed A throne from which I'm told All history does unfold It's made of wood and wire And my body is on fire And God is never far away Into the mercy seat I climb My head is shaved, my head is wired And like a moth that tries to enter the bright eye I go shuffling out of life Just to hide in death awhile And anyway I never lied And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this weighing of the truth An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth and anyway I told the truth and I'm not afraid to die And the mercy seat is burning And I think my head is glowing And in a way I'm hoping To be done with all this twisting of the truth An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth And anyway there was no proof and I'm not afraid to die And the mercy seat is glowing And I think my head is smoking And in a way I'm hoping to be done With all these looks of disbelief A life for a life and a truth for a truth And I've got nothing left to lose And I'm not afraid to die And the mercy seat is smoking And I think my head is melting And in a way that's helping To be done with all this twisting of the truth An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth but I'm afraid I told a lie
Eliza Royce It began when they come took me from my home And put me in Dead Row, Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know. And I'll say it again I.. am.. not.. afraid.. to.. die. I began to warm and chill To objects and their fields, A ragged cup, a twisted mop The face of Jesus in my soup Those sinister dinner deals The meal trolley's wicked wheels A hooked bone rising from my food All things either good or ungood. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof. An eye for an eye A tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die. Interpret signs and catalogue A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog. The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind. They are sick breath at my hind They are sick breath at my hind They are sick breath at my hind They are sick breath gathering at my hind I hear stories from the chamber How Christ was born into a manger And like some ragged stranger Died upon the cross And might I say, it seems so fitting in its way He was a carpenter by trade Or at least that's what I'm told Like my good hand tattooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist. In Heaven His throne is made of gold The ark of his Testament is stowed A throne from which I'm told All history does unfold. Down here it's made of wood and wire And my body is on fire And God is never far away. Into the mercy seat I climb My head is shaved, my head is wired And like a moth that tries To enter the bright eye So I go shuffling out of life Just to hide in death awhile And anyway I never lied. My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L. Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D. 'Tis a long-suffering shackle Collaring all that devil blood. And the mercy seat is a-burning And I think my head is flowing And in a way I'm hoping To be done with all this weighing up of truth. An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And I've got nothing left to lose And I'm not afraid to die. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway, there was no proof And nor a motive why. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof. A life for a life And a tooth for a tooth And anyway there was no proof And I'm not afraid to die. Now the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is smoking And in a way I'm hoping To be done with all these looks of disbelief. A eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof. A eye for a eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth But I'm not afraid to lie. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth But I'm afraid I told a
giuseppe bruni People grow up and change but they don't have to change every song to a ballad...I prefer the passionate first version than this tasteless soup of a song
+Dimitris M I agree with Dimitris M!!! This was a great, passionate song, and this 'mainstreamalized', sentimental version looses all the 'trans', power and the meaning of the original..
I began to warm and chill To objects and their fields A ragged cup, a twisted mop The face of Jesus in my soup Those sinister dinner deals The meal trolley's wicked wheels A hooked bone rising from my food All things good or un-good And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning In a way I'm yearning to be done with all these weighing up truth An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die Interpret sign and catalogue A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog The walls are bad, black bottom kind They are the sick breath at my hind And I hear stories from the chamber How Christ was born into a manger And like some ragged stranger died upon the cross And might I say, it seems so fitting in its way He was a carpenter by trade Or at least that's what I'm told My kill-hand is evil, across it's brother's fist That filthy five did nothing to challenge or resist In Heaven His throne is made of gold And the Ark of His Testament is stowed A throne from which I'm told all history does unfold Down here, it's made of wood and wire And my body is on fire And God is never far away My kill-hand is called Evil Wears a wedding band that's good 'Tis a long-suffering shackle Collaring all that rebel blood And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning In a way I'm yearning to be done with all these weighing up the truth An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die And the mercy seat is burning And I think my head is glowing In a way I'm hoping to be done with all these weighing up the truth An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth And I got nothing left to lose And I'm not afraid to die And the mercy seat is smoking And I think my head is boiling In a way it's spoiling all the fun with all these truth and consequence An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth I'm afraid I told a lie Alright, thank you very much
I've just been looking on RUclips because I love different types of music and sounds this is truly beautiful amazing music I want to find out more about this artist
This is the best version of this song. It really gets you in the gut, and has more depth and impact than the original.
The lyrics stand up on their own - brilliant.
This version is perfect , sometimes with tears in my eyes
I SWEAR THE BEST OPENING SCENE I HAVE EVER SAW
Yeah, my friend you right
World Cup!
Love this version more than original
💯
Yessss❤️
I think we all concur.
Nick performed this last Thursday night in Nashville, TN at his Q & A tour. I can't tell you how powerful it was. You would have had to have been there. Thank you, Nick.
Those violins sound so beautiful! That song reaches me deep into my spirit. That’s one thing about Nick Cave as well Peaky Blinders they have some of the most beautiful music I’ve ever heard. God bless!
This is one of his most beautiful,gripping and chilling songs and live is best I've seen it a few times live it's entrancing. Warren Ellis is an amazing violinist. Nick Cave brought me here I've listen to him for a long time and this song in particular. I like him as far back as his work with Lydia Lunch and Rowland Howard.He's much like Leonard Cohen it's undeniable. I've heard a comparison to Tom Waits not in a million years, Cohen yes.
He immediately reminded me of Cohen as well
I come for Nick cave, I know this song for a long time. No need a serie to love NC.
Fantastic version of one of the masterpieces of Nick Cave!!
i wish i had found this song way way before ///// to be at peace with the chaos.
This is my new favorite version of The Seat!
Hayatımda bundan güzel pek az şey dinledim. Great!
Incredible version of an amazing song!!! Super Nick....
The chords and the violin are just so honest
2013 was the year this was uploaded and I just now heard this beautiful song.
This is beyond amazing.
I've just been looking on RUclips because I love different types of music and sounds this is truly beautiful amazing music I want to find out more about this artist
+Sarah Bennedick He really is brilliant, i had the privilege of seeing him live a couple of years ago. He has another band called grinderman and check out a film called The Proposition, he wrote it and did the screenplay and soundtrack.
he has a big catalog and it could be a bit daunting. If you're interesting in these piano ballads I would suggest checking out The Boatmans Call and No Longer Shall We Part. both of those albums are incredibly beautiful.
Thanks for sharing Mr. Cave. Love the violin.
Rip John
Excellent version.
Plus posée, cette version gagne en ampleur et en force dramatique. Un classique.
Brilliant exposition of belief...
Of this...i will never get tired :)
+Agnieszka Kowalska Thanks Yoda, its beautiful isnt it...x
R.I.P john
Che Iddio benedica Nick Cave.
I love this track. Been a big fan of Nick for years but recently bought this live album which got me into this track. Find it more inviting than the original studio version and more raw and honest than Johnny Cash's take on it and lets not forget Warren on the violin!!!
Nick & The Bad Seeds are currently performing this classic on their Australia/NZ tour .. I witnessed them blasting it out from 10m away the other night it was incredible :) Nick is in fine form really tearing it up with Warren and the rest of the guys who are touring America and probably Europe later in the year. They played 7 of the 8 songs from Skeleton Tree as well. So deep.
John Arundell Awesome! I checked his tour dates the other day and noticed he was over In Oz. I really need to get to see him :-)
Adoroooo essa música 🎶.
Fan depuis 30 ans , c' est son meilleur show et surtout une , voire sa meilleur interprétation de " MERCY SEAT ' Un disque à posséder en CD et en vinyle ( 2 bonus ! ) ...Frissons . Xavier XMT.
Oglunun öldüğü gun bu muzigi dinliyordum ah be Nick sesinde yaşanmışlıklar var..
I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner deals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
All things either good or ungood
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die
Interpret signs and catalogue
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog
The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind
They are the sick breath at my hind
They are the sick breath at my hind
They are the sick breath at my hind
They are the sick breath gathering at my hind
I hear stories from the chamber
How Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might I say, it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told
Like my good hand tattooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist
That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist
In Heaven His throne is made of gold
The ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm told
All history does unfold
Down here it's made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And God is never far away
Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
So I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
And anyway I never lied
My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L.
Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D.
'Tis a long-suffering shackle
Collaring all that devil blood
And the mercy seat is burning
And I think my head is flowing
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this weighing up of truth
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die
And the mercy seat is glowing
And I think my head is melting
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this twisting of the truth
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway, I saw no proof
And nor no motive why
And the mercy seat is melting
And I think my blood is boiling
And in a way I'm spoiling
All the fun by all this consequence and truth
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof
A eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway there was no proof
And nor a motive why
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof
A life for a life
And a truth for a truth
And anyway there was no proof
And I'm not afraid to die
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is smoking
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all these looks of disbelief
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to lie
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to lie
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm afraid I told a lie
This is so Amazing!!!!!
Peaky fookin' blinders!
this is fookin amazing
RIP John Shelby
Morir en un agónico grito silencioso y encontrarse por fin con Dios...
Griff, a random stranger from ICQ keeps bringing me to Nick Cave.
My favorite
An old cassette tape I found brought me here, wild!
such a sensitive version of a masterpiece...
This version is very good
thanks nikos..
This song shall be heard by millions-
By the order of the Peakay fockin’ Bleindeis
rip john
Such an awesome fuckin tune!
Fookin' Nick Cave brought me to Peaky Blinders!
Dark wave Sirius Sunday nights brings me here
temazo....para el raquetazooo
Thanks
love music
amazing!
Same
Peaky Blinders
بيكي بلايندزر ❤️❤️❤️
My amazing taste in music brought me here ))
Joooohn😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
3:20
God I wish there was video footage of this performance
Comecei a me aquecer e me resfriar
Em relação a objetos e suas áreas.
Um copo em pedaços, um esfregão torcido
O rosto de Jesus em minha sopa
Esses sinistros jantares de negócios
As rodas tenebrosas do carrinho de refeições
Um osso em forma de gancho saindo da minha comida
Todas as coisas boas ou ruins.
E o trono da misericórdia está esperando
E eu acho que minha cabeça está queimando
De certa forma, estou ansiando
Para acabar logo com todo esse pesar da verdade.
Olho por olho
E dente por dente
De qualquer modo, eu disse a verdade
E eu não tenho medo de morrer.
Ouço histórias da câmara
Cristo nasceu em uma manjedoura
E, como um estranho esfarrapado
Ele morreu na cruz
Devo dizer, parece tão apropriado à sua maneira
Ele era um carpinteiro de profissão
Ou pelo menos é o que me disseram.
Minha mão assassina
Tatuou "E.V.I.L." no punho de sua irmã
Esse quinteto sujo! Eles não fizeram nada para contestar ou resistir.
No Céu, Seu trono é feito de ouro
A arca de seu Testamento está guardada
Um trono de onde me disseram
Que toda a história se desdobra.
É feito de madeira e arame
E o meu corpo está em chamas
E Deus nunca está longe.
Ao trono da misericórdia eu subo
Minha cabeça é raspada, minha cabeça está ligada
E como uma mariposa que tenta
Entrar no olho brilhante
Eu vou embaralhando a vida
Só para me esconder na morte por algum tempo
E de qualquer maneira, eu nunca menti.
E o trono da misericórdia está esperando
E eu acho que minha cabeça está queimando
E de certa forma, eu estou ansiando
Para acabar logo como todo esse pesar da verdade.
Olho por olho
E dente por dente
De qualquer modo, eu disse a verdade
E eu não tenho medo de morrer.
E o trono da misericórdia está queimando
E eu acho que minha cabeça está brilhando
E de alguma forma estou esperando
Acabar logo com toda essa distorção da verdade.
Olho por olho
E dente por dente
De qualquer modo, não houve provas
E eu não tenho medo de morrer.
E o trono da misericórdia está brilhando
E acho que minha cabeça está se esfumaçando
E de alguma forma estou esperando
Acabar logo com todos esses olhares de descrença.
Vida por vida,
E verdade por verdade
E eu não tenho nada a perder.
E eu não tenho medo de morrer.
E o trono da misericórdia está se esfumaçando
E acho que minha cabeça está derretendo
E de alguma forma, isso está ajudando
A acabar logo com toda essa distorção da verdade
Olho por olho
E dente por dente
De qualquer modo, eu disse a verdade
Mas temo ter dito uma mentira.
Je recherche une version acoustique que j’ai en Cd couverture papier,version acoustique que je ne retrouve pas sur RUclips et pas non plus dans mes Cd et ma hi-fi est morte
Jesus.
Quién en mayo 2020 músico neto
Peaky blinders🖤
Peaky blinders bring me here also..❤️
Peaky blinders yeahh
Rip Jhon Shelby
🫀🖤 0:10
By order of the...
Alexander Peaky fucking Blinders
Does anyone have lyrics of this version?
I can't find it ...
I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner deals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
All things good or ungood
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this weighting up of truth
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
And anyway, I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die
Interpret signs and catalogue
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog
The walls are bad
Black, bottom kind
They are the sick breath at my hind
I hear stories from the chamber
How Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might I say it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told
My kill-hand is E.V.I.L
Across it's brother's fist
That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist
In Heaven His throne is made of gold
The ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm told
All history does unfold
Down here it's made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And God is never far away
My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L
Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D
'Tis a long-suffering shackle
Collaring all that rebel blood
And the mercy seat is-a waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this weighing up of truth
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway, I told the truth
But I'm not afraid to die
And the mercy seat is-a burning
And I think my head is glowing
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this weighing up of truth
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And I've got nothing left to lose
But I'm not afraid to die
The mercy seat is smoking
And I think my head is boiling
And in a way I'm spoiling
All the fun by all of this truth and consequence
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway, I told the truth
And I'm afraid, I told a lie
rip john shelby
faisal Alkathiri i am crying while this pure music is playing
Peaky fucking blinders...
peaky blinders brings me here
That outstanding opening scene
Yep me too
Shahad AG me too 😂😁
me too
Nick Cave brought me here and to Peaky fookin Bloinders as well
Yep where the Peaky fokking Blionders alright 👊🏼
Fooking peaky Blinders
Akkaya brings me here
pleaaase sheeets
By Order of the Peaky Blinders
Kojima
It all began when
They took me from my home
And put me on death row
A crime for which I am totally innocent, you know
I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner deals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
And all things either good or un-good
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this weighing of the truth
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth and I'm not afraid to die
I hear stories from the chamber
Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
He died upon the cross
Might I say, it seems
So fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told
My kill-hand's tattooed 'E.V.I.L.'
Across it's brother's fist
That filthy five, they did nothing
To challenge or resist
In Heaven, His throne is made of gold
The ark of His Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm told
All history does unfold
It's made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And God is never far away
Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries to enter the bright eye
I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
And anyway I never lied
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this weighing of the truth
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth and anyway
I told the truth and I'm not afraid to die
And the mercy seat is burning
And I think my head is glowing
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this twisting of the truth
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
And anyway there was no proof and I'm not afraid to die
And the mercy seat is glowing
And I think my head is smoking
And in a way I'm hoping to be done
With all these looks of disbelief
A life for a life and a truth for a truth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die
And the mercy seat is smoking
And I think my head is melting
And in a way that's helping
To be done with all this twisting of the truth
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth but I'm afraid I told a lie
This could come from the Jesse James soundtrack. A great reworking
By order peaky fookin blinders
I broke the reply button
Peaky fucking blinders
Peaky Blinders.
Eliza Royce
It began when they come took me from my home
And put me in Dead Row,
Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know.
And I'll say it again
I.. am.. not.. afraid.. to.. die.
I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields,
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner deals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
All things either good or ungood.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof.
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.
Interpret signs and catalogue
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog.
The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind.
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath gathering at my hind
I hear stories from the chamber
How Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might I say, it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told
Like my good hand
tattooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist
That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist.
In Heaven His throne is made of gold
The ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm told
All history does unfold.
Down here it's made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And God is never far away.
Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
So I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
And anyway I never lied.
My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L.
Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D.
'Tis a long-suffering shackle
Collaring all that devil blood.
And the mercy seat is a-burning
And I think my head is flowing
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this weighing up of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway, there was no proof
And nor a motive why.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof.
A life for a life
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway there was no proof
And I'm not afraid to die.
Now the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is smoking
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all these looks of disbelief.
A eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof.
A eye for a eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
But I'm not afraid to lie.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
But I'm afraid I told a
I'm afraid I told a lie
Came here by the orders of peeky blinders
cringe
@@MrsSHERlocked says the guy literally named "sherlocked" lmao
Duca
Who is coming from peaky blinders ♥️
Peaky Blinders....
Седеем, однако....
This song was made by order of the peaky fucking blinders
boooorriiiing!
gr8b8m8 i r8 8/8
Jonathan Beesley
I prefer the original version, that's weak version of the song
Sisko Suuronen Jesus Christ, he was a post punk artist in the 80's, get over it. people grow up and change, luckily.
giuseppe bruni People grow up and change but they don't have to change every song to a ballad...I prefer the passionate first version than this tasteless soup of a song
+Dimitris M I agree with Dimitris M!!! This was a great, passionate song, and this 'mainstreamalized', sentimental version looses all the 'trans', power and the meaning of the original..
This song sucks! Just kidding.
Nick Cave brought me here....jesus
I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner deals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
All things good or un-good
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
In a way I'm yearning to be done with all these weighing up truth
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die
Interpret sign and catalogue
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog
The walls are bad, black bottom kind
They are the sick breath at my hind
And I hear stories from the chamber
How Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger died upon the cross
And might I say, it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told
My kill-hand is evil, across it's brother's fist
That filthy five did nothing to challenge or resist
In Heaven His throne is made of gold
And the Ark of His Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm told all history does unfold
Down here, it's made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And God is never far away
My kill-hand is called Evil
Wears a wedding band that's good
'Tis a long-suffering shackle
Collaring all that rebel blood
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
In a way I'm yearning to be done with all these weighing up the truth
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die
And the mercy seat is burning
And I think my head is glowing
In a way I'm hoping to be done with all these weighing up the truth
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
And I got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die
And the mercy seat is smoking
And I think my head is boiling
In a way it's spoiling all the fun with all these truth and consequence
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
I'm afraid I told a lie
Alright, thank you very much
I've just been looking on RUclips because I love different types of music and sounds this is truly beautiful amazing music I want to find out more about this artist