the red right hand...
*a needle settles onto the cool grooves in a vinyl album...*
*whisha whisha whisha whisha*
Take a litle walk to the edge of town
Go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms,
like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires,
in the humming wires
Hey man, you know
you're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge,
past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
a red right hand...
man, I am feeling spooky and small and insignificant in the cosmicy mucky muck tonight... are you out there? can you feel that?
"He'll wrap you in his arms,
tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all the dreams
it took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole,
heal your shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you know you're
never ever coming back
He's a god, he's a man,
he's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
is a red right hand"
Nick Cave man... Nick fucking Cave... he has got it all figured out dude, and he says it with style and gusto and fucking truth man, truth...
"You ain't got no money?
He'll get you some
You ain't got no car? He'll get you one
You ain't got no self-respect,
you feel like an insect
Well don't you worry buddy,
cause here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
and the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his
red right hand"
and I got it bad tonight because I'm halfway through a bottle of Bacardi, and halfway through a Koontz novel I have no business reading this late at night... and I'm halfway down the fucking tubes in life... but I'm clawing baby, I'm clawing for my spot and my keep...
*organ solo*
because we are all so small and all so insignificant to the plan, and just once man, I'd like to see the plans... know what's going on... do you feel that? that is what it feels like to stand still for a second and gaze straight into the abyss and know that you can't do a damned thing about whatever is going on... that's truth...
we're all spooked and retrospective here at carter up all night tonight...
won't you join us?
"You'll see him in your nightmares,
you'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere but
he ain't what he seems
You'll see him in your head,
on the TV screen
And hey buddy, I'm warning
you to turn it off
He's a ghost, he's a god,
he's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by
his red right hand"
*whisha whisha whisha whisha*
Take a litle walk to the edge of town
Go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms,
like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires,
in the humming wires
Hey man, you know
you're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge,
past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
a red right hand...
man, I am feeling spooky and small and insignificant in the cosmicy mucky muck tonight... are you out there? can you feel that?
"He'll wrap you in his arms,
tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all the dreams
it took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole,
heal your shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you know you're
never ever coming back
He's a god, he's a man,
he's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
is a red right hand"
Nick Cave man... Nick fucking Cave... he has got it all figured out dude, and he says it with style and gusto and fucking truth man, truth...
"You ain't got no money?
He'll get you some
You ain't got no car? He'll get you one
You ain't got no self-respect,
you feel like an insect
Well don't you worry buddy,
cause here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
and the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his
red right hand"
and I got it bad tonight because I'm halfway through a bottle of Bacardi, and halfway through a Koontz novel I have no business reading this late at night... and I'm halfway down the fucking tubes in life... but I'm clawing baby, I'm clawing for my spot and my keep...
*organ solo*
because we are all so small and all so insignificant to the plan, and just once man, I'd like to see the plans... know what's going on... do you feel that? that is what it feels like to stand still for a second and gaze straight into the abyss and know that you can't do a damned thing about whatever is going on... that's truth...
we're all spooked and retrospective here at carter up all night tonight...
won't you join us?
"You'll see him in your nightmares,
you'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere but
he ain't what he seems
You'll see him in your head,
on the TV screen
And hey buddy, I'm warning
you to turn it off
He's a ghost, he's a god,
he's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by
his red right hand"
