Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Carny, artist - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. Album song Lovely Creatures - The Best of Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds (1984-2014), in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 04.05.2017
Record label: Mute
Song language: English
The Carny |
And no-one saw the carny go And the weeks flew by Until they moved on the show |
Leaving his caravan behind |
It was parked out on the south east ridge |
And as the company crossed the bridge |
With the first rain filling the bone-dry river bed |
It shone, just so, upon the edge |
Away, away, we’re sad, they said |
Dog-boy, atlas, half-man, the geeks, the hired hands |
There was not one among them that did not cast an eye behind |
In the hope that the carny would return to his own kind |
And the carny had a horse, all skin and bone |
A bow-backed nag, that he named Sorrow |
How it is buried in a shallow grave |
In the then parched meadow |
And the dwarves were given the task of digging the ditch |
And laying the nag’s carcass in the ground |
And boss Bellini, waving his smoking pistol around |
saying The nag is dead meat |
We caint afford to carry dead weight |
The whole company standing about |
Not making a sound |
And turning to dwarves perched on the enclosure gate |
The boss says Bury this lump of crow bait |
And thean the rain came |
Everybody running for their wagons |
Tying all the canvas flaps down |
The mangy cats crowling in ther cages |
The bird-girl flapping and squawking around |
The whole valley reeking of wet beast |
Wet beast and rotten hay |
Freak and brute creation |
Packed up and on their way |
The three dwarves peering from their wagon’s hind |
Moses says to Noah We shoulda dugga deepa one |
Their grizzled faces like dying moons |
Still dirty from the digging done |
And as the company passed from the valley |
Into a higher ground |
The rain beat on the ridge and on the meadow |
And on the mound |
Until nothing was left, nothing at all |
Except the body of Sorrow |
That rose in time |
To float upon the surface of the eaten soil |
And a murder of crows did circle round |
First one, then the others flapping blackly down |
And the carny’s van still sat upon the edge |
Tilting slowly as the firm ground turned to sludge |
And the rain it hammered down |
And no-one saw the carny go I say it’s funny how things go |