Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds "Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!" lyrics

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Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!

Dig yourself, LazarusDig yourself, LazarusDig yourself, LazarusDig yourself, back in that hole

Larry made his nest up in the autumn branchesBuilt from nothing but high hopes and thin airCollected up some baby blasted mothersThey took their chances and for a whileThey lived quite happily up there

He came from New York City, manBut he couldn’t take the paceHe thought it was like a dog eat dog worldBut he went to San FranciscoSpent a year in outer spaceWith a sweet little San Franciscan girl

I can hear my mother wailingAnd a whole lot of scraping of chairs

I don’t know what it is, but there’s definitely something going on upstairsDig yourself, LazarusDig yourself, LazarusDig yourself, LazarusDig yourself, back in that hole(I want you to digI want you to dig)

Yeah, New York City, he had to get out of thereAnd San Francisco, well, I don’t knowAnd then to LA, where he spent about a dayHe thought even the pale sky-stars were smart enough to keep well away from LA

Meanwhile Larry made up names for the ladiesLike Ms Boo and Ms QuickHe stockpiled weapons and took pot shots in the airHe feasted on their lovely bodies like a lunaticAnd wrapped himself up in their soft yellow hair

I can hear chants and incantationsAnd some guy is mentioning me in his prayers

I don’t know what it is, but there’s definitely something going on upstairsDig yourself, LazarusDig yourself, LazarusDig yourself, LazarusDig yourself, back in that hole(I want you to digI want you to digI want you to dig)

Well New York City man,San Francisco, LA, I don’t knowBut Larry grew increasing neurotic and obsceneI mean: he, he never asked to be raised up from the tombI mean no one ever actually asked him to forsake his dreams

Anyway, to cut a long story shortFame finally found himMirrors became his torturersCameras snapped him at every chanceThe women all went back to their homesAnd their husbandsSecret smiles in the corners of their mouths

He ended up, like so many of them do, back in the streets of New York CityIn a soup queueA dope fiendA slaveThen prisonThen the mad houseThen the graveOh poor Larry

But what do we really know of the deadAnd who actually cares?

Well I don’t know what it is, but there’s definitely something going on upstairsDig yourself, LazarusDig yourself, LazarusDig yourself, LazarusDig yourself, back in that hole(I want you to digI want you to digI want you to dig)

Kopaj, Lazare, kopaj!!!

Ukopavaj se, LazareUkopavaj se, LazareUkopavaj se, LazareUkopavaj se, nazad u tu rupu

Leri je svio gnezdo gore u jesenjim granamaIzgrađeno od ničega sem velikih nada i vazduhaSakupio gore neke bebama rasturene majkeOne su okušale svoju sreću i neko vremeŽiveše sasvim srećno tamo gore

On je došao iz Njujorka, čovečeAli nije mogao pratiti taj tempoOn je smatrao da je to jedan svet u kojem čovek je čoveku vukTe je otišao u San FranciskoProveo godinu dana u oblacimaSa nekom slatkom malom sanfranciskankom

Čujem svoju majku kako cviliI mnogo škripanja stolica

Ne znam o čemu se radi, ali na spratu se definitivno nešto dešavaUkopavaj se, LazareUkopavaj se, LazareUkopavaj se, LazareUkopavaj se, nazad u tu rupu(Hoću da kopašHoću da kopaš)

Da, Grad Njujork, morao je da ode odatleI San Francisko, pa ne znamI onda u LA, gde je proveo otprilike jedan danSmatrao je da su čak i blede nebeske zvezde dovoljno pametne da se Los Anđelesa klone

U međuvremenu je Leri smislio imena za dameKao što su Gđica Buu i Gđica BrzaNagomilavao je oružje i nasumice pucao u vazduhPirovao je nad njihovim krasnim telima kao neki ludakI zamotavao se njihovom mekom žutom kosom

Čujem pojanje i bajanjeA neki tip u svojim molitvama mene spominje

Ne znam o čemu se radi, ali na spratu se definitivno nešto dešavaUkopavaj se, LazareUkopavaj se, LazareUkopavaj se, LazareUkopavaj se, nazad u tu rupu(Hoću da kopašHoću da kopašHoću da kopaš)

Ma, čovek iz NjujorkaSan Franciska, LA-a, ne znam jaAli Leri je postajao sve više neurotičan i skaradanMislim: on, on nikad nije tražio da bude dignut iz grobaHoću da kažem, ustvari nikad niko nije tražio od njega da se odrekne svojih snova

U svakom slučaju, da skratim pričuSlava ga je konačno pronašlaOgledala postadoše njegovi mučiteljiKamere su ga hvatale kad god su mogleOne žene sve su se svojim kućama vratileA njihovi muževiTajni osmesi u uglovima njihovih usana

Kao mnogi njemu slični, on je završio nazad na ulicama NjujorkaU redu za supuNarkomanRobOnda zatvorPa ludnicaPa grobOh jadan Leri

Ali, šta mi ustvari znamo o mrtvimaI koga je to uistinu briga?

Ne znam o čemu se radi, ali na spratu se definitivno nešto dešavaUkopavaj se, LazareUkopavaj se, LazareUkopavaj se, LazareUkopavaj se, nazad u tu rupu(Hoću da kopašHoću da kopašHoću da kopaš)

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