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1983
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1984
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1985
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1986
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1986
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1990
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1992
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1994
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1997
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2004
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2013
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2019
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Burnin΄ The Ice
1983 -
From Her To Eternity
1984 -
The Firstborn Is Dead
1985 -
Kicking Against the Pricks
1986 -
Your Funeral ... My Trial
1986 -
The Good Son
1990 -
Henry΄s Dream
1992 -
Let Love In
1994 -
Murder Ballads
1996 -
The Boatman΄s Call
1997 -
Abattoir Blues/The Lyre of Orpheus
2004 -
Live From KCRW
2013 -
Ghosteen
2019
Nick Cave - Black hair / 1999
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Nick Cave-Black hair / 1999
Versuri:
Last night my kisses were banked in black hair
And in my bed my lover her hair was midnight black
And all her mystery dwelled within her black hair
And her black hair framed a happy heart shaped face
And heavy hooded eyes inside her black hair
Shined at me from the depths of her hair of deepest black
While my fingers pushed into her straight black hair
Pulling her black hair back from her happy heart-shaped face
To kiss her milk-white throat, a dark curtain of black hair
Smothered me, my lover with her beautiful black hair
The smell of it is heavy. It is charged with life
On my fingers the smell of her deep black hair
Full of all my whispered words, her black hair
And wet with tears and good-byes, her hair of deepest black
All my tears cried against her milk-white throat
Hidden behind the curtain of her beautiful black hair
As deep as ink and black, black as the deepest sea
The smell of her black hair upon my pillow
Where her head and all its black hair did rest
Today she took a train to the West
Today she took a train to the West
Today she took a train to the West
Versuri:
Last night my kisses were banked in black hair
And in my bed my lover her hair was midnight black
And all her mystery dwelled within her black hair
And her black hair framed a happy heart shaped face
And heavy hooded eyes inside her black hair
Shined at me from the depths of her hair of deepest black
While my fingers pushed into her straight black hair
Pulling her black hair back from her happy heart-shaped face
To kiss her milk-white throat, a dark curtain of black hair
Smothered me, my lover with her beautiful black hair
The smell of it is heavy. It is charged with life
On my fingers the smell of her deep black hair
Full of all my whispered words, her black hair
And wet with tears and good-byes, her hair of deepest black
All my tears cried against her milk-white throat
Hidden behind the curtain of her beautiful black hair
As deep as ink and black, black as the deepest sea
The smell of her black hair upon my pillow
Where her head and all its black hair did rest
Today she took a train to the West
Today she took a train to the West
Today she took a train to the West