Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song More News From Nowhere, artist - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. Date of issue: 02.03.2008
Song language: English
More News From Nowhere |
| I walk into the corner of my room, see my friends in high places |
| I don’t know which is which and whom is whom, they’ve stolen each other’s faces |
| Janet is there with her high-hatting hair full of bedroom feathers |
| Janet is known to make dead men groan in any kind of weathers |
| I crawl over to her, I say hey baby, I say hey Janet |
| You are the one, you are the sun and I’m your dutyfull planet |
| But she ain’t down with any of that, she’s heard that shit before |
| I say ah ha, oh yeah, you’re right, cause I see Betty X standing by the door |
| With more news from nowhere |
| More news from nowhere |
| And it’s getting strange in here |
| Yeah, it gets stranger every year |
| More news from nowhere |
| More news from nowhere |
| Now, Betty X is like Betty Y minus that fatal chromosome |
| Her hair is like the wine dark sea, on which sailors come home |
| I say hey baby, I say hey Betty X (I lean close up to her throat) |
| This light you’re carrying is like a lamp, hanging from a distant boat |
| It is my light, said Betty X, Betty X says this light ain’t yours |
| And so much wind blew through her words that I went rolling down the hall |
| For more news from nowhere |
| More news from nowhere |
| And it’s getting strange in here |
| Yeah, it gets stranger every year |
| More news from nowhere |
| More news from nowhere |
| I turn another corner, I go down a corridor and I see this guy |
| He must be about 100 foot tall and he only has one eye |
| He asks me for my autograph, I write nobody and then |
| I wrap myself up in my woolly coat and blind him with my pen |
| Cause someone must have put something in my drink, everything getting strange |
| looking |
| Half the people had turned into squealing pigs, the other half were cooking |
| Let me out of here, I cried, and I went pushing past |
| And I saw miss Polly singing with some girls, I cried strap me to the mast |
| For more news from nowhere |
| More news from nowhere |
| And it’s getting strange in here |
| Yeah, it gets stranger every year |
| More news from nowhere |
| More news from nowhere |
| Then a black girl with no clothes on danced across the room |
| We charted the progress of the planets around that boogie-wongie moon |
| I called her my nubian princess, I gave her some sweet-back bad-ass jive |
| I spent the next seven years between her legs pining for my wife |
| But by and by it all went wrong, I felt all washed-up on the shore |
| She stared down at me from up in the storm as I sobbed upon the floor |
| For more news from nowhere |
| More news from nowhere |
| And don’t it make you feel alone |
| Don’t it make you wanna get right-on home |
| More news from nowhere |
| More news from nowhere |
| Here comes Alina with two black eyes, she’s given herself a transfusion |
| She’s filled herself with panda blood to avoid all the confusion |
| I said the sun rises and falls with you, and various things about love |
| But a rising violence in me cut all my circuits off |
| Well, Alina, she starts screaming, her cheeks are full of psychotropic leaves |
| Her extinction was nearly absolute when she turned her back on me |
| For more news from nowhere |
| More news from nowhere |
| And it’s getting strange in here |
| Yeah, it gets stranger every year |
| More news from nowhere |
| More news from nowhere |
| I bumped bang crash into Deanna hanging pretty in the door frame |
| Alle the horrors which have befallen me, well, Deanna is to blame |
| Every time I see you, babe, you make me feel so all alone |
| And I wept my face into her dress long after she’d gone home |
| With more news from nowhere |
| More news from nowhere |
| And don’t it make you feel alone |
| Don’t it make you wanna get right back home |
| More news from nowhere |
| More news from nowhere |
| Don’t it make you feel so sad, don’t the blood rush to your feet |
| To think that everything you do today, tomorrow is obsolete? |
| Technology and women and little children too |
| Don’t it make you feel blue? |
| Don’t it make you feel blue? |
| For more news from nowhere |
| More news from nowhere |
| And don’t it make you feel alone |
| Don’t it make you wanna get right back home |
| More news from nowhere |
| More news from nowhere |
| Well, I’ve gotta say |
| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye |