Paroles de Cabin fever

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

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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?

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!

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...

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!

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