I woke up this morning
I thought what am I doing here?
My brother he starts raging!
Watch him rising see him howling!
And he sucked her and sucked her dry
And he bit at me and said goodbye
Up on the twenty-ninth floor
I was lying there with just my brother
We could hear someone rattling the locks
I was lying there with just my brother
Do you think that it might be the cops?
I was a Mickey Mouse. He was a Big Bad Wolf!
And he sucked her and he sucked her dry
Next thing you know
I'm looking down below
See a lupine child
With her hair on fire
Little burning girl!
Looking up at me!
Running to the elevator!
Getting in the elevator!
Sixth floor! Seventh floor!
Eight floor! Nine!
Come on baby
Blow my mind!
I woke up this morning and he was gone
There were posters in the airports and the stations
We took shelter under her body
We sucked her and sucked her dry
He kissed me and said goodbye
Well no time at all
She's walking down the hall
A bat-faced girl
With dynamite curls
Ringing the bell
Banging on the door
Looking up at me
Walking like a travelator
Jumping in the elevator
Twenty-two! Twenty-four!
Twenty-six! Twenty-nine!
Come on baby
Blow my mind!
Grinderman - Grinderman 2 Album Lyrics
Grinderman - Grinderman 2 Lyrics
Writer: JAMES A SCLAVUNOS, WARREN LEE ELLIS, NICHOLAS EDWARD CAVE, MARTYN PAUL CASEY
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION
Worm Tamer
You know they call my girl the Snake Charmer
Here she comes rising with the yellow dawn
You know I would do nothing to ever harm her
I guess I've loved you for too long
You know they call my girl the Worm Tamer
She cracks lightning like a viper's tongue
She leaves me every night and who can blame her?
I guess that I've loved you for too long
For too long
For too long
For too long
You know, you know they call my girl the Serpent Wrangler
Eating inchworms down by the bill-a-bong
I spent all night trying to untangle her
But I guess I've loved you for too long
For too long
For too long
For too long
You know they call my baby the Mambo Rider
I cry storms of tears til the rising of the dawn
And you know I'm only happy when I'm inside her
I guess that I've just loved you for too long
For too long
For too long
For too long
For too long
For too long
Well my baby calls me the Loch Ness Monster
Two great big humps and then I'm gone
Actually I am the Abominable Snowman
And I guess that I've loved you for too long
Here she comes rising with the yellow dawn
You know I would do nothing to ever harm her
I guess I've loved you for too long
You know they call my girl the Worm Tamer
She cracks lightning like a viper's tongue
She leaves me every night and who can blame her?
I guess that I've loved you for too long
For too long
For too long
For too long
You know, you know they call my girl the Serpent Wrangler
Eating inchworms down by the bill-a-bong
I spent all night trying to untangle her
But I guess I've loved you for too long
For too long
For too long
For too long
You know they call my baby the Mambo Rider
I cry storms of tears til the rising of the dawn
And you know I'm only happy when I'm inside her
I guess that I've just loved you for too long
For too long
For too long
For too long
For too long
For too long
Well my baby calls me the Loch Ness Monster
Two great big humps and then I'm gone
Actually I am the Abominable Snowman
And I guess that I've loved you for too long
Writer: James Sclavunos, Martyn Casey, Nicholas Cave, Warren Ellis
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Mute Song Limited, Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Mute Song Limited, Sentric Music
Heathen Child
Hey little momo
Light as a rainbow,
Heavy as an asteroid
Crashed in the bathtub
Yeah, sitting in the bathtub
Hair full of her fingers
Hair full of her fingers
Yeah, sitting in the bathtub
Says, "I'm scared and lonely"
Sweet little momo says,
"I'm scared and lonely"
Here come the wolfman
Hey little momo
Saying, "hey little momo"
Saying, "hey little momo"
Sitting in the bathtub
My heathen child
She's a heathen child
Yeah, she's a heathen child
Yeah, she's a real wild child
She got a little powder
She got a little gun
She got a little poison
Got a little gun
Sitting in the bathtub
Sucking her thumb
Says, "I don't care about Buddha
[Don't] care about Krishna
Don't care about Allah
Don't care about anything"
Just sitting in the bathtub,
Sucking her thumb...
Cuz, she's a heathen child
Yeah, she's a heathen child
Now, she's a heathen child
Yeah, she's a real wild child
[yeah... yeah, come on baby]
Oh, poor little momo
Yeah, paddled and rowed (?)
She's got a little powder
Got a little gun
Sitting in the bathtub
Having some fun
She was raised by beasts
and grabbed by vultures
Oh, here come the wolfman
The abominable snowman
Got a little poison
Got a little gun
Sitting in her bathtub
Waiting for the wolfman to come
You think your great big husband will protect you, you are wrong
You think your little wife will protect you, you are wrong
You think your children will protect you, you are wrong
You think your government will protect you, you are wrong
She don't care about Allah
She is the Allah
Don't care about Buddha
She is the Buddha
Coz, she's a heathen child
Yeah, she's a heathen child
She's a heathen child
She's a heathen child
[Yeah, someone left the bathtub running
someone left the bathtub running]
Light as a rainbow,
Heavy as an asteroid
Crashed in the bathtub
Yeah, sitting in the bathtub
Hair full of her fingers
Hair full of her fingers
Yeah, sitting in the bathtub
Says, "I'm scared and lonely"
Sweet little momo says,
"I'm scared and lonely"
Here come the wolfman
Hey little momo
Saying, "hey little momo"
Saying, "hey little momo"
Sitting in the bathtub
My heathen child
She's a heathen child
Yeah, she's a heathen child
Yeah, she's a real wild child
She got a little powder
She got a little gun
She got a little poison
Got a little gun
Sitting in the bathtub
Sucking her thumb
Says, "I don't care about Buddha
[Don't] care about Krishna
Don't care about Allah
Don't care about anything"
Just sitting in the bathtub,
Sucking her thumb...
Cuz, she's a heathen child
Yeah, she's a heathen child
Now, she's a heathen child
Yeah, she's a real wild child
[yeah... yeah, come on baby]
Oh, poor little momo
Yeah, paddled and rowed (?)
She's got a little powder
Got a little gun
Sitting in the bathtub
Having some fun
She was raised by beasts
and grabbed by vultures
Oh, here come the wolfman
The abominable snowman
Got a little poison
Got a little gun
Sitting in her bathtub
Waiting for the wolfman to come
You think your great big husband will protect you, you are wrong
You think your little wife will protect you, you are wrong
You think your children will protect you, you are wrong
You think your government will protect you, you are wrong
She don't care about Allah
She is the Allah
Don't care about Buddha
She is the Buddha
Coz, she's a heathen child
Yeah, she's a heathen child
She's a heathen child
She's a heathen child
[Yeah, someone left the bathtub running
someone left the bathtub running]
Writer: James Sclavunos, Martyn Casey, Nicholas Cave, Warren Ellis
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Mute Song Limited
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Mute Song Limited
When My Baby Comes
Thank God we don't get all our hurts at once
That would be a really bad thing
When my baby comes
Thank God we don't get all our olds at one time
Listen to me talking in my hospital gown
When my baby comes
Best thing about this place are the showers
Worst thing is the visiting hours
Hey, careful of the carpet
When my baby comes
They had pistols and they had guns
They threw me on the ground and they emptied into me
I was only fifteen
When my baby comes
Just how long you gonna be, my baby?
Just how long you gonna be, my baby?
Until you come?
Just how long you gonna be, my baby?
Just how long you gonna be, my baby?
Until you come?
She got hands as white as milk
And she weaves a web of spider's silk that glistens
When my baby comes
There is an ancient question behind her eyes
That I can't even begin to describe
(Hey, hey listen, don't do that on the carpet!)
When my baby comes
Does anyone out there, wasted their lives
On booze, and drugs, and husbands, and wives and making money?
When my baby comes
Well they had pistols and they had guns
My skirt above my head I was so much older
When I crawled out from under their mushroom cloud
Just how long you gonna be my baby?
Just how long you gonna be my baby?
Until you come?
Just how long you gonna be my baby?
Just how long you gonna be my baby?
Until you come?
Just how long you gonna be my baby?
Just how long you gonna be my baby?
Until you come?
Just how long you gonna be my baby?
Just how long you gonna be my baby?
Until you come?
Just how long you gonna be my baby?
Just how long you gonna be my baby?
Until you come?
Just how long you gonna be my baby?
Just how long you gonna be my baby?
Until you come?
That would be a really bad thing
When my baby comes
Thank God we don't get all our olds at one time
Listen to me talking in my hospital gown
When my baby comes
Best thing about this place are the showers
Worst thing is the visiting hours
Hey, careful of the carpet
When my baby comes
They had pistols and they had guns
They threw me on the ground and they emptied into me
I was only fifteen
When my baby comes
Just how long you gonna be, my baby?
Just how long you gonna be, my baby?
Until you come?
Just how long you gonna be, my baby?
Just how long you gonna be, my baby?
Until you come?
She got hands as white as milk
And she weaves a web of spider's silk that glistens
When my baby comes
There is an ancient question behind her eyes
That I can't even begin to describe
(Hey, hey listen, don't do that on the carpet!)
When my baby comes
Does anyone out there, wasted their lives
On booze, and drugs, and husbands, and wives and making money?
When my baby comes
Well they had pistols and they had guns
My skirt above my head I was so much older
When I crawled out from under their mushroom cloud
Just how long you gonna be my baby?
Just how long you gonna be my baby?
Until you come?
Just how long you gonna be my baby?
Just how long you gonna be my baby?
Until you come?
Just how long you gonna be my baby?
Just how long you gonna be my baby?
Until you come?
Just how long you gonna be my baby?
Just how long you gonna be my baby?
Until you come?
Just how long you gonna be my baby?
Just how long you gonna be my baby?
Until you come?
Just how long you gonna be my baby?
Just how long you gonna be my baby?
Until you come?
Writer: James Sclavunos, Martyn Casey, Nicholas Cave, Warren Ellis
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Mute Song Limited
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Mute Song Limited
What I Know
Yeah I know
I know
Oh yeah
From the day
That I was born
Yeah I know
From the time
I went to school
Yeah I know
From the time
I was a teenager
I know, I know
From the time
I got married
Hey I know
A million things
Are gonna
Happen to me
In rooms that are much like these
It'll never be enough
It'll never be enough
So you better come over here
(You better come over here)
Yeah, you better come on over here
(You better come over here)
Hey, you better come on over here
(You better come over here)
Hey, you better come over here
(You better come over here)
Yeah I know
(You better come over here)
Yeah I know
(You better come over here)
I know
Oh yeah
From the day
That I was born
Yeah I know
From the time
I went to school
Yeah I know
From the time
I was a teenager
I know, I know
From the time
I got married
Hey I know
A million things
Are gonna
Happen to me
In rooms that are much like these
It'll never be enough
It'll never be enough
So you better come over here
(You better come over here)
Yeah, you better come on over here
(You better come over here)
Hey, you better come on over here
(You better come over here)
Hey, you better come over here
(You better come over here)
Yeah I know
(You better come over here)
Yeah I know
(You better come over here)
Writer: James Sclavunos, Martyn Casey, Nicholas Cave, Warren Ellis
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Mute Song Limited
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Mute Song Limited
Evil!
O baby baby baby!
Who needs the stars? You are my Star!
Who needs the moon? You are my moon!
O baby baby baby!
Cling to me baby in this rented room
Who needs the TV? You are my TV!
Who needs a record player? You are my record player!
O cling to me baby in this rented room!
Hear the ringing on the telephone
A voice from a hundred miles away
Its breath is heavy and you're all alone
It's got something that it wants to say
It's got something that it wants to say
Its breath is heavy and you're all alone
A voice so clear you can feel its breath
Coming down the telephone
O my precious baby
Now it is the time that we must speak
They have divided us from our children
And they've tossed them on the heap
Who needs children? You are my child!
Who needs children? My little lamb!
Who needs children? You are my child!
Crying like a demon in your daddy's arms!
O cling to me baby in this broken dream
You are the moon! Who needs the moon?
You are the stars! Who needs the stars?
O cling to me little baby in this broken dream
And let me protect you from this evil
Who needs the stars? You are my Star!
Who needs the moon? You are my moon!
O baby baby baby!
Cling to me baby in this rented room
Who needs the TV? You are my TV!
Who needs a record player? You are my record player!
O cling to me baby in this rented room!
Hear the ringing on the telephone
A voice from a hundred miles away
Its breath is heavy and you're all alone
It's got something that it wants to say
It's got something that it wants to say
Its breath is heavy and you're all alone
A voice so clear you can feel its breath
Coming down the telephone
O my precious baby
Now it is the time that we must speak
They have divided us from our children
And they've tossed them on the heap
Who needs children? You are my child!
Who needs children? My little lamb!
Who needs children? You are my child!
Crying like a demon in your daddy's arms!
O cling to me baby in this broken dream
You are the moon! Who needs the moon?
You are the stars! Who needs the stars?
O cling to me little baby in this broken dream
And let me protect you from this evil
Writer: James Sclavunos, Martyn Casey, Nicholas Cave, Warren Ellis
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Mute Song Limited, Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Mute Song Limited, Sentric Music
Kitchenette
I keep hanging around your kitchenette
And I'm gonna get a pot to cook you in
I stick my fingers in your biscuit jar
And crush all your Gingerbread Men
'Cause I want you
Yeah I want you to be my friend
Yeah I want you
Yeah I wanna be your solitary man
You try not to wake the executioner
He's sleeping with a fireman's axe
He leaves his glass eye on the pillow babe
And his dentures floating there in a glass
How come he makes it hard to relax
He makes it hard to relax
When I want you
When I want you to be my friend
(Ah, c'mon)
(Yeah it's getting hard)
(It's getting hard to relax)
(It's getting hard to get my act together)
(At some point I'm going to open the window and jump outside)
What's this husband of yours ever given to you
Oprah Winfrey on a plasma screen
And a brood of junkie buck-toothed imbeciles
The ugliest f*cking kids I've ever seen
Oh baby I want you
Yeah I want you to be my girlfriend
Now will you send those kids to play down the street
And shouldn't you, shouldn't you put shoes on their feet?
It's getting hard to relax
It's getting hard to relax
(I look out the window, who's that, who's that coming up the back stairs)
(Tippy toe, tippy toe, tippy toe, tippy toe, coming up the back stairs)
I can see that you don't really dig him
And I can see that you want it to quit
But if you want to get your hand out of the cookie jar
You're gonna have to let go of the biscuit
Oh babe, I want you
Yeah I want you to be my girlfriend
Yeah I want you
Yeah I wanna be your sidekick man
I wanna be that man
(Tippy toe, tippy toe, coming)
(Aw man, is that really the time)
(Better go and open up the window)
(Look outside)
(Tippy toe, tippy toe, coming up the stairs)
Hey maybe I should take the kids out
It's hard to relax
It's hard to relax
It's hard to relax
It's hard to relax
And get my act together
And get my act together
And I'm gonna get a pot to cook you in
I stick my fingers in your biscuit jar
And crush all your Gingerbread Men
'Cause I want you
Yeah I want you to be my friend
Yeah I want you
Yeah I wanna be your solitary man
You try not to wake the executioner
He's sleeping with a fireman's axe
He leaves his glass eye on the pillow babe
And his dentures floating there in a glass
How come he makes it hard to relax
He makes it hard to relax
When I want you
When I want you to be my friend
(Ah, c'mon)
(Yeah it's getting hard)
(It's getting hard to relax)
(It's getting hard to get my act together)
(At some point I'm going to open the window and jump outside)
What's this husband of yours ever given to you
Oprah Winfrey on a plasma screen
And a brood of junkie buck-toothed imbeciles
The ugliest f*cking kids I've ever seen
Oh baby I want you
Yeah I want you to be my girlfriend
Now will you send those kids to play down the street
And shouldn't you, shouldn't you put shoes on their feet?
It's getting hard to relax
It's getting hard to relax
(I look out the window, who's that, who's that coming up the back stairs)
(Tippy toe, tippy toe, tippy toe, tippy toe, coming up the back stairs)
I can see that you don't really dig him
And I can see that you want it to quit
But if you want to get your hand out of the cookie jar
You're gonna have to let go of the biscuit
Oh babe, I want you
Yeah I want you to be my girlfriend
Yeah I want you
Yeah I wanna be your sidekick man
I wanna be that man
(Tippy toe, tippy toe, coming)
(Aw man, is that really the time)
(Better go and open up the window)
(Look outside)
(Tippy toe, tippy toe, coming up the stairs)
Hey maybe I should take the kids out
It's hard to relax
It's hard to relax
It's hard to relax
It's hard to relax
And get my act together
And get my act together
Writer: James Sclavunos, Martyn Casey, Nicholas Cave, Warren Ellis
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Mute Song Limited
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Mute Song Limited
Palaces of Montezuma
Psychedelic invocations
Of Mata Hari at the station
I give to you
A Java princess of Hindu Birth
A woman of flesh, a child of the earth
I give to you
The hanging gardens of Babylon
Miles Davis, the black unicorn
I give to you
The palaces of Montezuma
And the gardens of Akbar's tomb
I give to you
The Spider Goddess and the Needle Boy
The slave-dwarves they employ
I give to you
A custard-coloured super-dream
Of Ali McGraw and Steve McQueen
I give to you
C'mon baby, let's get out of the cold
And gimme, gimmme, gimme your precious love for me to hold
The epic of Gilgamesh
A pretty little black A-line dress
I give to you
The spinal cord of JFK
Wrapped in Marilyn Monroe's negligee
I give to you
I want nothing in return
Just the softest little breathless word
I ask of you
A word contained in a grain of sand
That can barely walk, can't even stand
I ask of you
C'mon baby, let's get out of the cold
And gimme, gimme, gimme your precious love for me to hold
C'mon baby, come out of the cold
And gimme, gimme, gimme your precious love for me to hold
C'mon
Yeah c'mon
Yeah c'mon
Yeah c'mon
Yeah c'mon
Yeah c'mon
Yeah c'mon
Yeah c'mon
Yeah c'mon
Yeah c'mon
Give it to me
Give it to me
Yeah give it to me
Of Mata Hari at the station
I give to you
A Java princess of Hindu Birth
A woman of flesh, a child of the earth
I give to you
The hanging gardens of Babylon
Miles Davis, the black unicorn
I give to you
The palaces of Montezuma
And the gardens of Akbar's tomb
I give to you
The Spider Goddess and the Needle Boy
The slave-dwarves they employ
I give to you
A custard-coloured super-dream
Of Ali McGraw and Steve McQueen
I give to you
C'mon baby, let's get out of the cold
And gimme, gimmme, gimme your precious love for me to hold
The epic of Gilgamesh
A pretty little black A-line dress
I give to you
The spinal cord of JFK
Wrapped in Marilyn Monroe's negligee
I give to you
I want nothing in return
Just the softest little breathless word
I ask of you
A word contained in a grain of sand
That can barely walk, can't even stand
I ask of you
C'mon baby, let's get out of the cold
And gimme, gimme, gimme your precious love for me to hold
C'mon baby, come out of the cold
And gimme, gimme, gimme your precious love for me to hold
C'mon
Yeah c'mon
Yeah c'mon
Yeah c'mon
Yeah c'mon
Yeah c'mon
Yeah c'mon
Yeah c'mon
Yeah c'mon
Yeah c'mon
Give it to me
Give it to me
Yeah give it to me
Writer: James Sclavunos, Martyn Casey, Nicholas Cave, Warren Ellis
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Mute Song Limited, Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Mute Song Limited, Sentric Music
Bellringer Blues
I saw my old friend Gabriel
Down the perimeter ringing the bell
I said hello
Hey man is there something wrong?
Where has everybody gone?
I don't know
Well I put a rag across my mouth
And I went out
What are you doing he said to me
I'm looking for my company
He said don't bother no
Next thing you know I took a look
Gabe was trying to sell me a book
But i got no dough
He said check it out it's going cheap
Check it out it's going cheap
Ok I'll give it a go
I read that book every page
And then I put it away
Said I don't think so
It makes slaves of all of womenkind
And corpses of the men
And I just don't know
And we care a little bit
We get scared a little bit
Oа those two cold dead eyes
That stare a little a bit
And we cry a little bit
And we get by a little bit
Let your tears
All come falling down
Put me on a big white steed!
Ride it it up and down your street!
Wrapped up in a crimson coat!
Sail me in a great big boat!
I'll sail around the waters for you
Kill your sons and daughters for you!
Put me on a big white horse!
Send me down to Banbury Cross!
It's okay Joe it's time to go!
Down the perimeter ringing the bell
I said hello
Hey man is there something wrong?
Where has everybody gone?
I don't know
Well I put a rag across my mouth
And I went out
What are you doing he said to me
I'm looking for my company
He said don't bother no
Next thing you know I took a look
Gabe was trying to sell me a book
But i got no dough
He said check it out it's going cheap
Check it out it's going cheap
Ok I'll give it a go
I read that book every page
And then I put it away
Said I don't think so
It makes slaves of all of womenkind
And corpses of the men
And I just don't know
And we care a little bit
We get scared a little bit
Oа those two cold dead eyes
That stare a little a bit
And we cry a little bit
And we get by a little bit
Let your tears
All come falling down
Put me on a big white steed!
Ride it it up and down your street!
Wrapped up in a crimson coat!
Sail me in a great big boat!
I'll sail around the waters for you
Kill your sons and daughters for you!
Put me on a big white horse!
Send me down to Banbury Cross!
It's okay Joe it's time to go!
Writer: James Sclavunos, Martyn Casey, Nicholas Cave, Warren Ellis
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Mute Song Limited
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Mute Song Limited
Grinderman 2 is the second and final studio album by alternative rock band Grinderman, a side project of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, released on 13 September 2010 on Mute Records in the United Kingdom and ANTI- in the United States.
At the ARIA Music Awards of 2011, the album was nominated for Best Adult Alternative Album.
Performed By:
GrindermanAt the ARIA Music Awards of 2011, the album was nominated for Best Adult Alternative Album.
Genre(s): Alternative rock, noise rock, garage rock
Producer(s): Nick Launay, Grinderman
Length: 41:17
Released: September 13th, 2010
Year: 2010