Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - The Mercy Seat descargar videos gratis

Boris Radošević

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.

CaptainSpaulding3000

An eye for an eye and a toot for a toot.

La Bottega di Hamlin

King Ink.

Damien Beaussier

Un crooner méconnu.... D'un rare intensité sur ces premiers albums après son passage punk avec les " Birthday Party"....perso...j'écoute depuis 1982 et suis toujours fan....

Virtualcielo Sosa

musica que nunca escuche, pero me gusta y la busque a partir de la version que uso la cantante SHIRLENA JOHNSON en X factor 2010

Eliza Royce

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 dealsThe 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 proof.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 hindI 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 toldLike my good handtattooed 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 eyeSo I 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 devil blood.And the mercy seat is a-burningAnd I think my head is flowingAnd 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 waitingAnd I think my head is burningAnd in a way I'm yearningTo be done with all this measuring of proofAn eye for an eyeAnd a tooth for a toothAnd anyway, there was no proofAnd nor a motive why.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 tooth for a toothAnd anyway there was no proofAnd I'm not afraid to die.Now the mercy seat is waitingAnd I think my head is smokingAnd in a way I'm hopingTo be done with all these looks of disbelief.A 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 waitingAnd I think my head is burningAnd in a way I'm yearningTo be done with all this measuring of proofAn 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 waitingAnd I think my head is burningAnd in a way I'm yearningTo be done with all this measuring of proof.A eye for a eyeAnd a tooth for a toothAnd anyway I told the truthBut I'm not afraid to 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 proofAn eye for an eyeAnd a tooth for a toothAnd anyway I told the truthBut I'm afraid I told a lie.

TheDiamond2009

Why is it that when I'm watching this class act, I get a pop-up on the screen for Taylor Swift? You couldn't make it up.

NabucodonosorIV

It began when they come took me from my homeAnd put me in Death 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 it's wayHe was a carpenter by tradeOr at least that's what I'm told Like my good hand ITattooed 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

Robert Sandes

First time I saw Nick and The Bad Seeds at the Enmore Theatre in Sydney absolutely blew me away. It's still crystal clear over 20 years later.

nosferotica

The moment where you hear a cover (a really good one) and something about it seems VERY familiar, and you can't put your finger on it, and you find the original version and it hits you like an acid flashback.

Kubilay Sarıkaya

sorry your song owned by mr. cash

EigeDequei Z.

perfect song.

Mary Chris

*✩☾♥♫The Mercy Seat ~ Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds✩☾♥♫*.......THE HYMN!!!

Holly McGowan

This song makes you think

Klau Da

In the early 80ies, when Berlin was a resort of refused new coming artists, Nick came along. Arrogant, punk-posing, but I thoughed, this guy will make it.

Russell Crowe

Dustin Dollin!!!

Christian Puaud

Christian .

Scabaret

it doesn't get any better than this, I could listen to just this song forever and that'd be ok.

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