Cabin Fever! lyrics

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...