Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds "The Mercy Seat" letra

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The Mercy Seat

It began when they come took me from my homeAnd put me in Dead Row,Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know.And I'll say it againI..am..not..afraid..to..die.

I began to warm and chillTo objects and their fields,A ragged cup, a twisted mopThe face of Jesus in my soupThose sinister dinner mealsThe meal trolley's wicked wheelsA hooked bone rising from my foodAll things either good or ungood.

And the mercy seat is waitingAnd I think my head is burningAnd in a way I'm yearningTo be done with all this measuring of truth.An eye for an eyeA tooth for a toothAnd anyway I told the truthAnd I'm not afraid to die.

Interpret signs and catalogueA blackened tooth, a scarlet fog.The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind.They are sick breath at my hindThey are sick breath at my hindThey are sick breath at my hindThey are sick breath gathering at my hind

I hear stories from the chamberHow Christ was born into a mangerAnd like some ragged strangerDied upon the crossAnd might I say it seems so fitting in its wayHe was a carpenter by tradeOr at least that's what I'm told

Like my good hand Itatooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fistThat filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist.

In Heaven His throne is made of goldThe ark of his Testament is stowedA throne from which I'm toldAll history does unfold.Down here it's made of wood and wireAnd my body is on fireAnd God is never far away.

Into the mercy seat I climbMy head is shaved, my head is wiredAnd like a moth that triesTo enter the bright eyeI go shuffling out of lifeJust to hide in death awhileAnd 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 shackleCollaring all that rebel blood.

And the mercy seat is waitingAnd I think my head is burningAnd in a way I'm yearningTo be done with all this measuring of truth.An eye for an eyeAnd a tooth for a toothAnd anyway I told the truthAnd I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is burningAnd I think my head is glowingAnd in a way I'm hopingTo be done with all this weighing up of truth.An eye for an eyeAnd a tooth for a toothAnd I've got nothing left to loseAnd I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is glowingAnd I think my head is smokingAnd in a way I'm hopingTo be done with all this looks of disbelief.An eye for an eyeAnd a tooth for a toothAnd anyway there was no proofNor a motive why.

And the mercy seat is smokingAnd I think my head is meltingAnd in a way I'm helpingTo be done with all this twisted of the truth.A lie for a lieAnd a truth for a truthAnd I've got nothing left to loseAnd I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is meltingAnd I think my blood is boilingAnd in a way I'm spoilingAll the fun with all this truth and consequence.An eye for an eyeAnd a truth for a truthAnd anyway I told the truthAnd I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is waitingAnd I think my head is burningAnd in a way I'm yearningTo be done with all this measuring of proof.A life for a lifeAnd a truth for a truthAnd anyway there was no proofBut I'm not afraid to tell a lie.

And the mercy seat is waitingAnd I think my head is burningAnd in a way I'm yearningTo be done with all this measuring of truth.An eye for an eyeAnd a truth for a truthAnd anyway I told the truthBut I'm afraid I told a lie.

Stolac milosrđa

Sve je tad počelo, kad odveli su me od kućei stavili u ćeliju, osuđenih na smaknućeA potpuno sam nevin, to morate znatiI ponovo ću to izrećiJa... smrti... se... neću... bojati.

Grijem se i hladimZa predmete i njihova mjestaIzgrebana šalica, krpa prevrnutaU mojoj juhi vidim lice IsusaTi večernji obroci su kobniI kolica s hranom, kotači zlobniKost je kao omča što diže se iz jelaI svaka je stvar dobra il' loša cijela.

A stola milosrđa čekaI mislim da mi glava goriI na neki način ja žudimDa krojenje se pravde okončaOko za okoI zub za zub ću vam datiA ionako sam vam rekao istinuI ne bojim se umrijeti.

Što znači sve to, reci ovog trenaPocrnjeli zub i magla grimizna.Zidovi su loši. Crni, k'o sa dna.Bolesni su dah što puše mi niz vratBolesni su dah što puše mi niz vratBolesni su dah što skuplja se za vrat.

I čujem priče što kruže samicamaKako je Isus rođen u jaslicamaA kao neki stranac umro u krpamaRazapet na križu.I ako smijem reći o njegovoj muciČini se prikladno, bio je tesar po struciIli mi je bar tako bilo rečeno.

Ruka mi je Z.L.O. na bratskoj šaci urezalaTa prljava petorka! Nije se bunila nit' opirala.

Na nebu je Njegovo prijestolje od zlataI Noina arka puna postulataOd koje se, kažu miCijela povijest odmata.A mene ovdje tron od drveta i žice držiI moje se tijelo sad polako pržiA Bog nije nikad daleko.

Na stolac milosrđa penjem se sad jaGlava obrijana, povezana žicamaI kao što mušica pokušavaUći u središte svjetlaJa odlazim uz drhtaj iz životaTek da bih se u smrti za tren sakrioA ipak, nikad vam nisam ja lagao.

Moja ubojita ruka naziva se Z.L.O.Na njoj vjenčani prsten predstavlja D.O.B.R.O.Ta karika što trpjela je dugoSputavajući svu tu buntovničku krv.

A stolac milosrđa čekaI mislim da mi glava goriI na neki način ja žudimDa krojenje se pravde okonča.Oko za okoI zub za zub ću vam datiA iako sam rekao istinuSmrti se neću bojati.

A stolac sad milosrđa goriI mislim da mi glava sjaI na neki se način nadamDa će se okončati ovo vaganje istine.Oko za okoI zub za zub ću vam datiJa nemam što izgubitiSmrti se neću bojati.

A stolac milosrđa sada se sjaI mislim da je u dimu glava mi svaI na neki se način nadam jaDa će sad prestati svi ti pogledi nevjerice.

Oko za okoI zub za zub ću vam datiA ionako niste imali dokazaNiti motiva pravih.

A stolac milosrđa dimi se i kaliI mislim da mi se glava sad polako taliI na neki način sve to pomažeDa se okoča ovo izvrtanje istine.Laž za lažIstinu za istinu ću vam datiIonako nemam što izgubitiJa smrti se neću bojati.

A stolac milosrđa sada se rastapaI mislim da mi krv vrije, proključalaI na neki način to kvarim jaSvu tu zabavu istinom i posljedicama.I oko za okoInstinu za istinu ću vam datiA ionako sam rekao istinuJa smrti se neću bojati.

A stolac milosrđa čekaI mislim da mi glava goriI na neki način žudimDa krojenje se pravde okonča.

I život za životIstinu za istinu ću vam datiA ionako sam rekao istinuAli se ne bojim ni lagati.

A stolac milosrđa čekaI mislim da mi glava goriI na neki način žudimDa krojenje se pravde okonča.

Oko za okoIstinu za istinu sam vam daoA ionako sam rekao istinuAli bojim se da sam vam lagao

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