Nicholas Edward “Nick” Cave (born 22 September 1957) is an Australian musician, songwriter, author, screenwriter, composer and occasional film actor. He is best known as the frontman of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, established in 1983, a group known for its diverse output and ever-evolving line-up. Prior to this, he fronted the Birthday Party, one of the most extreme and confrontational post-punk bands of the early 1980s.[1] In 2006, he formed thegarage rock band Grinderman, releasing its debut album the following year.
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
Studio Albums:
1984 : From Her to Eternity
1985 : The Firstborn Is Dead
1986 : Kicking Against the Pricks
1986 : Your Funeral… My Trial
1988 : Tender Prey
1990 : The Good Son
1992 : Henry’s Dream
1994 : Let Love In
1996 : Murder Ballads
1997 : The Boatman’s Call
2001 : No More Shall We Part
2003 : Nocturama
2004 : Abattoir Blues/The Lyre of Orpheus
2008 : Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!
2013 : Push the Sky Away
2016 : Skeleton Tree
Sunday morning, skeleton tree
Oh, nothing is for free
In the window, a candle
Well, maybe you can see
Fallen leaves thrown across the sky
A jittery TV
Glowing white like fire
Nothing is for free
I called out, I called out
Right across the sea
But the echo comes back in, dear
And nothing is for free
Sunday morning, skeleton tree
Pressed against the sky
The jittery TV
Glowing white like fire
And I called out, I called out
Right across the sea
I called out, I called out
That nothing is for free
And it’s alright now
And it’s alright now
And it’s alright now
Distant Sky
[Verse 1: Nick Cave]
Let us go now, my one true love
Call the gasman, cut the power out
We can set out, we can set out for the distant skies
Watch the sun, watch it rising in your eyes
[Verse 2: Else Torp]
Let us go now, my darling companion
Set out for the distant skies
See the sun, see it rising
See it rising, rising in your eyes
[Verse 3: Nick Cave]
They told us our gods would outlive us
They told us our dreams would outlive us
[Verse 4: Else Torp]
Let us go now, my only companion
Set out for the distant skies
Soon the children will be rising, will be rising
This is not for our eyes
Where The Wild Roses Grow
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Eliza Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Eliza Day
From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
She stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Eliza Day
Why they call me that I do not know
For my name was Eliza Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I’ve seen
I said: “Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?”
On the second day he came with a single red rose
He said: “Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?”
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
“If I show you the roses will you follow?”
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Eliza Day
Why they call me that I do not know
For my name was Eliza Day
On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
She lay on the bank, the wind lied as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said “All beauty must die”
And I lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Eliza Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Eliza Day
My name was Eliza Day
For my name was Eliza Day