Читать книгу Nick Cave: Letras - Nick Cave - Страница 74

Ah fed Vixo on every fear ’n’ fret ’n’ phobia

Til it nor ah could stand the strain no longer

Sucked a chicken-bone, tossed it in the corner

Raisin up like Lazarus, up, up from its cot

An making for the door, now…

Infant-prodigy creates a phantom-friend, yeah

Stickin’ sack an ol’ Jack-Jack into its itchin-ten

Oh! Don’t ya linger! Ooh! Don’t ya linger, now

Mah monster-piece… mah perfect-murder-machine

Don’t ya linger, for ah can feel mah youth slipping

outa me

Yeah, ah can feel mah youth slip outa me

Call it, Call it Vixo. Call it Vee

Ah all it, an it comes to me

Call it Vixo. Call it me

March headlong into the heart of fear

Ah will follow thee

What kept ya? Whaa? What kept ya? You get

trouble? Sum’n go wrong?

Vixo grinning, climbs up into mah lil boy arms

What you get? Tell me, what ya gone ’n’ brung me

from the hollow?

Yeah! We’re laughin’… but our laughter is shallow

Ain’t it funny… my childhood name is Sorrow

Vixo sighs, ’n’ lays its head upon mah pillow

Call it. Call it Vixo. Call it Vee

Call it, an it comes to me

Vee… ah… Hex… Oh-oh, come crawl with me

Into the dark heart of despair

Ah will not forsake thee

Listen… Instruction!

Ditch it, Pitch it. Now hitch it up along the ridge

Ya laughin b’neath the Sheriff’s wheels

That go screamin cross Hooper Bridge

Skirt the out-skirts. Up mah back-stair. Ya sack

all undone

Don’t touch nothin! Water runnin in the tub

Get there! and scrub ev’ry one

When ya STRUCK ya struck a thousand crickets

dumb

Hooper-Hollow iced over then, all hush, hush

In the cool midday sun

Hush! Ah say Hush! Hu-u-u-ush!

Sittin on the roof, laugh at mahself

As they rope off the woods

Watchin all the good-people

go beating the bush