Cabin Fever! lyrics ( Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds )
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Artist : Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds Song : Cabin Fever!
The Captain's fore-arm like bunched-up
rope with A-N-I-T-A wrigglin' free on a
skull'n'dagger and a portrait of Christ,
nailed to an anchor etched into his
upper... O o o' Cabin Fever! O o o' Cabin
Fever! Slams his fucken tin-dish down Our
Captain, takes time to crush Some Bloo-Bottles
glowin in his gruel with a lump in his throat,
and lumpy mush Thumbing a scrapbook stuck up
with clag and a morbid lump of Love in his
flags. Done is the Missing, now all that
remain Is to sail forever, upon the
stain Cabin Fever! O o o' Cabin
Fever!
The captain's free-hand is a
cleaver which he fashions his beard, n' he
rations his jerkey! and carves his peg outa
the finest mahagony! Or was it Ebony?
etc...
Tallies up his loneliness,
notch by notch For the sea offers nuthin to
hold or touch Notch by notch, winter by
winter Notch x notch, winter x
winter
Now his leg is whittled, right
down to a splinter O o Cabin Fever! O o o
Cabin Fever! O the rollin sea still rollin
on! She's everywhere! now that she's gone!
Gone! Gone! O Cabin Fever! O Cabin
Fever!
Welcome to his table,
Beloved-Unconscious Raisin her host of hair
from her crooks and strugglin to summony one
of her looks! His arm now like coiled
s-s-s-snakes Whips all the bottles that he's
drunken, like crystal - skittles about the
cabin, of a ship they'd been
sailing
Five years sunken... etc...
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