And I wish that I was made of stone So that I would not have to see A beauty impossible to define A beauty impossible to believe A beauty impossible to endure The blood imparted in little sips The smell of you still on my hands As I bring the cup up to my lips No God up in the sky No devil beneath the sea Could do the job that you did, baby Of bringing me to my knees
Nick CaveWriting is a necessary thing for me, just to keep myself level. It has beneficial effects on my life.
Nick CaveWhat I want people to recognize is that we have to keep working together and take charge because we all have the same story.
Nick CaveI don't really care who collects my work, black, white, red, yellow. You have to also be consciously aware of, what does this mean in your home? And how are you supporting this work and the message behind the work?
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