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 "Quixanne, ah'm in its grip Quixanne, ah'm in its grip Sinken in the mud Patron-saint of the Bog. They cum with boots of blud Wit pitchfawk and with club Chantin out mah name Got doggies strainin onna chain Lucy, ah'll love ya till the end! They hunt me like a dog Down in Sw-a-a-a-amp Land! So cum mah executioners! Cum bounty hunters! Cum mah county killers--for ah cannot run no more Ah cannot run no more Ah cannot run no more No I can't! Lucy, ya won't see this face agin Wheb ya caught ya swing and burn... Down in Sw-a-a-a-amp Land! The trees are veiled in fog The trees are veiled in fog Like so many jilted brides Now they're all breakin down and cry Cryin tears upon mah face Cryin tears upon mah face And they smell of gasolene a-a-a-a-ah- scr-e-e-e-a-am Lucy, ya made a sinner out of me Now ah'm burnin like a saint Down in Sw-a-a-a-amp Land! So cum mah executioners! Cum mah bounty huntahs! Cum mah county killers--ya know ah cannot run no more No ah cannot run no more." Lyrics by Nick Cave |
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This song was written by Nick Cave during his tenure in the seminal band
"The Birthday Party", in an age before the Bad Seeds. The song tells the story of a man pursued by a mob from his hometown somewhere
in the deep south. Panicking while trying to evade his persecutors he falls into quicksand and gets sucked down deeper
and deeper into the mire. As he sinks he recounts and remembers how he arrived in such a dire state. Cave later based his novel "And the Ass saw the Angel" on this beautiful, but terrifying song, one of Cave's many. Stay tuned this is the first page of a (hopefully in the near future) extensive CAVE page, but as you probably understand, I have to focus on all of the pages I have up, there is more to life than Nick Cave (or is there I hear you ask).
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