Post by staggerstag on Apr 27, 2018 14:02:56 GMT
Wedged quietly between Murder Ballads and No More Shall We Part, and largely dismissed as an unnecessary exercise in self pity following the well-publicized bust-up with Polly Harvey, is 'The Boatman's Call' album. Few songs from this release are ever performed live, which is a pity. Green Eyes is perhaps the only example of wayward self-indulgence, to my ears. The rest, stuff like Far From You, Brompton Oratory, Black Hair, Into Your Arms etc, sit with their hands folded confidently amongst Nick Cave's finest work, whatever you think that is.
Listening to this album is, audibly, probably the equivalent to reading through the demanding but rewarding pleasure of reading Cave's novel 'And The Ass Saw The Angel'. It's deeply personal, perhaps in a way that the lyrically trimmed songs from the last two Bad Seeds albums are too. But I will miss the more narrative-laden songs pre- 'Push The Sky Away'. Things like I'm On Fire and More News From Nowhere.
Listening to this album is, audibly, probably the equivalent to reading through the demanding but rewarding pleasure of reading Cave's novel 'And The Ass Saw The Angel'. It's deeply personal, perhaps in a way that the lyrically trimmed songs from the last two Bad Seeds albums are too. But I will miss the more narrative-laden songs pre- 'Push The Sky Away'. Things like I'm On Fire and More News From Nowhere.
People just ain't no good
I think that's well understood
You can see it everywhere you look
People just ain't no good.
We were married under cherry trees
Under blossom we made our vows
All the blossoms come sailing down
Through the streets and through the playgrounds.
The sun would stream on the sheets
Awoken by the morning bird
We'd buy the Sunday newspapers
And never read a single word.
People they ain't no good.
Seasons came and seasons went
The winter stripped the blossoms bare
A different tree now lines the streets
Shaking its fists in the air
The winter slammed us like a fist
The windows rattling in the gales
To which she drew the curtains
Made out of her wedding veil.
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good at all.
To our love send a dozen white lilies
To our love send a coffin of wood
To our love let all the pink-eyed pigeons coo
That people they just ain't no good
To our love send back all the letters
To our love a valentine of blood
To our love let all the jilted lovers cry
That people they just ain't no good.
It ain't that in their hearts they're bad
They can comfort you, some even try
They nurse you when you're ill of health
They bury you when you go and die
It ain't that in their hearts they're bad
They'll stick by you if they could
But that's just bullshit baby
People just ain't no good
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good at all.
I think that's well understood
You can see it everywhere you look
People just ain't no good.
We were married under cherry trees
Under blossom we made our vows
All the blossoms come sailing down
Through the streets and through the playgrounds.
The sun would stream on the sheets
Awoken by the morning bird
We'd buy the Sunday newspapers
And never read a single word.
People they ain't no good.
Seasons came and seasons went
The winter stripped the blossoms bare
A different tree now lines the streets
Shaking its fists in the air
The winter slammed us like a fist
The windows rattling in the gales
To which she drew the curtains
Made out of her wedding veil.
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good at all.
To our love send a dozen white lilies
To our love send a coffin of wood
To our love let all the pink-eyed pigeons coo
That people they just ain't no good
To our love send back all the letters
To our love a valentine of blood
To our love let all the jilted lovers cry
That people they just ain't no good.
It ain't that in their hearts they're bad
They can comfort you, some even try
They nurse you when you're ill of health
They bury you when you go and die
It ain't that in their hearts they're bad
They'll stick by you if they could
But that's just bullshit baby
People just ain't no good
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good at all.
