16 июня британский журнал Mojo вручал свои ежегодные премии, и диск Ника Кейва & The Bad Seeds Dig!!! Lazarus Dig!!! выиграл в номинации “Лучший альбом”! В небольшом интервью Кейв пошутил, что почувствовал себя на этом мероприятии снова молодым (хотя более 10 лет назад он отказался от звания “Лучший мужской исполнитель” в конкурсе MTV, гордо заявив, что его Муза не скаковая лошадь — ох, не на этой ли лошади он собирается появиться в бронзовом виде?).

Кстати сказать, 8 июля выйдет книжка об истории создания песни Dig!!! Lazarus Dig!!!, в которой Кейв опишет свое сотрудничество с двумя художниками Тимом Ноублом (Tim Noble) и Сью Уэбстер (Sue Webster), оформившими обложку его последнего диска. В книге можно будет прочитать о том, как из маленькой идеи, родившейся на обратной стороне конверта, получилась песня, давшая название всему альбому.

Nick Cave[Bad Seeds](deep voice)

[Dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Back in that hole.]

Larry made his nest high up in the autumn branches
Built from nothing but high hopes and thin air
He collected up some baby blasted mothers who took their chances
And for a while they lived quite happily up there

He came from New York city man, but he couldn’t take the pace
He thought it was like dog eat dog world
Then he went to San Francisco, spent a year in outer space
With a sweet little San Fransiscan girl.

I can hear my mother wailing and a whole lot of scraping of chairs

I don’t know what it is but there’s definitely something going on upstairs
[Dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
(I want you to dig)[Back in that hole.]

(I want you to dig)

(I want you to dig)Meanwhile Larry made up names for the ladies
Like miss Boo and miss Quick
He stockpiled weapons and took potshots in the air
He feasted on their lovely bodies like a lunatic
And wrapped himself up in their soft yellow hair

I can hear chants and incantations and some guy is mentioning me in his prayers.
Well, I don’t know what it is but there’s definitely something going on upstairs
[Dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
(I want you to dig)[Back in that hole.]

(I want you to dig)

(I want you to dig)Well L New York City man, San Francisco, LA, I don’t know
But Larry grew increasingly neurotic and obscene
I mean he, he never asked to be raised from the tomb
I mean no one ever actually asked him to forsake his dreams
He ended up like so many of them do, back on the streets of New York City
In a soup queue, a dopefiend, a slave, then prison, then the madhouse, then the grave
Ah poor Larry.

But what do we really know of the dead And who actually cares?

Well, I don’t know what it is but there’s definitely something going on upstairs.[Dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
(I want you to dig)[Back in that hole Dig yourself]

Little Janie, she wakes up from a dream
A gun like a jawbone down the waistband of her jeans
Mr Sandman, he can recite today’s lesson in his sleep
He says there oughta be some kind of law against me going down on the street
And little Janie pipes up and she says
She says we’re gonna have a real good time tonight
Yeah, tonight

All right

Down the back of Janie’s jeans she had the jawbone of an ass
Mr Sandman, he runs around the corner
Trying to head her off at the pass
He sticks his head over the fence and yells something way too fast
It’s today’s lesson, something about the corruption of the working class

Little Janie walks up on the floor and she says
We’re gonna have a real good time tonight

Come on

Janie says we’re all such a crush of want half-mad with loss
We are violated in our sleep and we weep and we toss and we turn and we burn
We are hypnotised we are cross-eyed we are pimped we are bitched
We are told such monstrous lies

Janie wakes up and she says
We’re gonna have a real good time tonight

Mr Sandman, he has a certain appetite for Janie in respose
He digs her pretty knees and that she is completely naked underneath all her clothes
He likes to congregate around the intersection of Janie’s jeans, yeah
Mr Sandman the inseminator opens her up like a love letter and enters her dreams

Little Janie wakes up and she says
We’re gonna have a real good time tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
We’re gonna have a real good time
Come on, come on, come on
We’re gonna have a real good time

When I came up from out of the meat locker
The city was gone
The sky was full of lights
The snow provided a silent cover
In moonland
Under the stars
Under the snow
And I followed this car
And I followed that car
Through the sand
Through the snow
I turn on the radio
I listen to the DJ

And it must feel nice
(It must feel nice)
It must feel nice to know
That somebody needs you

And everything moves slow
Under the stars, under the ash, under the sand
And the night drifts in
The snow provied a silent cover
And I’m not your favourite lover
I turn on the radio

And it must feel nice
(It must feel nice)
Oh, very, very nice to know
That somebody needs you

And the chilly winds blow
Under the snow, under the stars
The whispering DJ on the radio
The whispering DJ on the radio
I’m not your favourite lover
I’m not your favourite lover

And it must feel nice
(It must feel nice)
To leave no trace
That somebody needs you
And that somebody is me

Under the stars, under the snow

Your eyes were closed
You were playing with the buttons on your coat
In the back of that car

In moonland
Under the stars
In moonland
And I followed that car

Sapped and stupid
I lie upon the stones and I swoons

The darling little dandelions have done their thing
And changed from suns into moons

The dragons roam the shopping malls
I hear they’re gonna eat our guts

If I had the strength I might pick up my sword
And make some attempt to resist

Get ready to shield yourself
Grab your sap and your heaters
Get ready to shield yourself
On the night of the lotus eaters

Mmmmm, don’t you love me baby
Mmmmm, and don’t you love me my baby anymore

They gilded my scales
They fish-bowled me
And they toured me round the old aquariums

They come in their hordes to tap at the glass
The philistines and the barbarians

I like floating here, it’s nice
They’ve hung seaweed around my hips
And I do the hula for the hungry ones
And the lames all throw me tips

Get ready to shield yourself
Grab your sap and your heaters
Get ready to shield yourself
On the night of the lotus eaters

Mmmmm, don’t you love me baby
Mmmmm, and don’t you love me my baby anymore

Get ready to shield yourself
From our catastrophic leaders
Get ready to shield yourself
Grab your sap and your heaters
On the night of the lotus eaters

Now hit the streets
Now hit the streets

Albert, he goes West
He crosses the vast indifferent deserts
Of Arizona
He had a psychotic episode on a dude ranch
That involved a bottle
Of ammonia

Henry, he went South and lost his way
Deep in the weeping forests
Of le vulva
He grew so wan, he grew so sick
He ended up in a bungalow
Sucking a revolver

The light up on your rainy streets
Offers many reflections
I won’t be held responsible
For my actions

Bobby, he goes North
Then he goes East
Then over to New Hampshire
Bobby is a cautious man
He walked into a Concord dive
To drink a beer

Do you wanna dance?
Yeah, do you wanna move?
Yeah, do you wanna dance?
Do you wanna groove?

This world is full of
Endless abstractions
I won’t be held responsible
For my actions

Me, I ain’t going anywhere
Just sit and watch the sun come up
I like it here!
I watch the people go ticking past
I go hey hey hey, you know, I gotta say
I like it here!

Sha-la-la-la Sha-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la

What we once thought we had, we didn’t
And what we have now will never be that way again
So we call upon the author to explain

Our myxomatoid kids spraddle the streets
We’ve shunned them from the greasy-grind
The poor little things they look so sad and old
As they mount us from behind
I ask them to desist and to refrain!
Then we call upon the author to explain

Well, rosary clutched in his hand
He died with tubes up his nose
And a cabal of angels with finger cymbals
Chanted his name in code
We shook our fists at the punishing rain
And we called upon the author to explain

He said, everything is messed up round here
Everything is banal and jejune
There’s a planetary conspiracy against the likes of you and me
In this idiot constituency of the moon
Well, he knew exactly who to blame!
And we call upon the author to explain

Prolix! Prolix!
Nothing a pair of scissors can’t fix

Well, I go guruing down the street
And young people gather round my feet
And they ask me things – but I don’t know where to start
They ignite the powder-trail straight to my father’s heart
And, yeah, once again
I call upon the author to explain

Who is this great burdensome slavering dog-thing
That mediocres my every thought?
I feel like a vacuum cleaner – a complete sucker!
It’s fucked up and he is a fucker
But what an enormous and encyclopaedic brain!
I call upon the author to explain

Rampant discrimination
Mass poverty, third world debt
Infectious disease, global inequality
And deepening socio-economic divisions
Well, it does in your brain
We call upon the author to explain

Now hang on
My friend Doug is tapping on the window!
Hey Doug, how you been? (hey Doug)
Well, he brings me a book on holocaust poetry – complete with pictures
And then he tells me to get ready for the rain
And we call upon the author to explain

Prolix! Prolix!
Nothing a pair of scissors can’t fix

Bukowski was a jerk!
Berryman was best!
He wrote like wet paper maché
But he went the Hemming-way
Weirdly on wings and with maximum pain
We call upon the author to explain

Down in my bolthole I see they’ve published
Another volume of unreconstructed rubbish
“The waves, the waves were soldiers moving”
Well, thank you – thank you!
Thank you and again
I call upon the author to explain

Prolix! Prolix!
Nothing a pair of scissors can’t fix

I’m so far away from you
I’m pacing up and down my room
Does Jesus only love a man who loses?
I turn on the radio
There’s some cat on the saxophone
Laying down a litany of excuses

There’s madhouse longing in my baby’s eyes
She rubs a lamp between her thighs
And hopes the genie comes out singing
And she lives in some forgotten song
And moves like she is zombie-strong
Breathes steady as the pendulum keeps swinging

You better hold on to yourself

Well, cities rust and fall to ruin
Factories close and cars go cruising
In and around the borders of her vision
She says oh woah woah woah
As Jesus makes the flowers grow
All around the scene of her collision

Oh you know, yes, I would
I would hold on to yourself

In the middle of the night
I try my best to chase outside
The phantoms and the ghosts and the fairy-girls
On 1001 nights like this
She mutters open sesame and Ali Baba and his forty thieves
Launch her off the face of the world

Well, you know
Oh baby, I’ll come back
And I’ll hold on to yourself

Babe, I’m 1000 miles away
And I just don’t know what to say
‘Cause Jesus only loves a man who bruises
But darling we can clearly see
It’s all life and fire and lunacy
And excuses and excuses and excuses

Well, you know if I could I would
Yeah, I would lie right down
And I’d hold on to yourself

Yeah, I would lie right down
And I would hold on to yourself

One day I’ll come back to you
And I’ll hold on to yourself

Yeah, I’m gonna come back
Gonna lie down
And I’ll hold on to yourself

Well, you lost a foe
And you found a friend
Lie down here and be my girl
I’m back now, baby, that man
He won’t be coming round here again
Lie down here and be my girl

I’m trying to tread careful, baby
You’re as brittle as a wishbone of a bird
Lie down here and be my girl
We’ve been scribbled in the margins
Of a story that is patently absurd
Lie down here and be my girl

Let it all come down
Yeah, tonight
Shine
Let it all come down

It’s a matter of some urgency
O darling can’t you see, I can’t hold back the tide
Lie down here and be my girl
And stop your frantic little fingers trying to collect
The years that pour from the hole in my side
Lie down here and be my girl

Don’t worry, baby, this old snake
Banging at your door
Lie down here and be my girl (has got a few skins left to shed)
You look so good
You look so good
Lie down here and be my girl (and the rest is better left unsaid)

Let it all come down
Yeah, tonight
Shine
Let it all come down

One day I’ll buy a factory
I’ll assemble you on a production line
Lie down here and be my girl
I’ll build a million of you, baby
And every single one of them will be mine
Lie down here and be my girl

I will fill the house with you
Stack you up in every room
Lie down here and be my girl (we’ll have a real good time)
But right now I’m sitting here
On my own, going out of my mind
Lie down here and be my girl

Let it all come down
Yeah, tonight
Shine
Tonight

You look so good (tonight)

I stepped out of the St. James hotel
And I left you behind curled up like a child
A change is gonna come
And as the door whispered shut
I walked on down the high-windowed hall

You lay sleeping on the unmade bed
The weatherman on the television in the St. James hotel said
That the rains are gonna come
And I stepped out on the streets
All sparkling clean with the early morning dew

Maybe it was you or maybe it was me?
You came on like a punch in the heart
Lying there with the light on your hair
Like a Jesus of the moon
A Jesus of the planets and the stars

Well, I kept thinking about what the weatherman said
And if the voices of the living can be heard by the dead
Well, the day is gonna come when we find out
And in some kind of way I take a little comfort from that
Now and then

‘Cause people often talk about being scared of change
But for me I’m more afraid of things staying the same
‘Cause the game is never won
By standing in any one place
For too long

Maybe it was you or maybe it was me?
But there was a chord in you that I could not find to strike
You lying there with all the light in your hair
Like a Jesus of the moon
A Jesus of the planets and the stars

I see the many girls walking down the empty streets
Maybe once or twice one of them smiles at me
You can’t blame anyone for saying hello
I say hey
I say hello… I say hello…

Will it be me or will it be you?
One must stay and one must depart
You lying there in the St. James hotel bed
Like a Jesus of the moon
A Jesus of the planets and the stars

I say hello… hello… hello…

Hold that chrysalis in your palm,
see it split and change.
It won’t do you any harm,
it’s just trying to rearrange.
It was born to live a day,
now it flies up from your hand.
It’s beautiful,
it’s the one they call your ever-loving man.

Wolves have carried your babies away,
oh, your kids drip from their teeth.
The nights are long and the day
is bitter cold beyond belief.
You spread yourself like a penitent
upon the mad vibrating sand,
and through your teeth
arrange to meet your midnight man.

Everybody’s coming round to my place.
Everybody’s coming round to my place.
Everybody’s coming round.
Oh, baby, don’t you see?
Everybody wants to be
your midnight man

Don’t disturb me as I sleep,
treat me gentle when I wake.
Don’t disturb me as I sleep,
even though your body aches
even though your body aches
to serve at his command.
Between the wars
she still adores her ever-loving man.

Close your eyes, sleep in him,
dream of your lost sons and daughters.
Me, I’ll raise up the dorsal fin
and glide up and down the waters.
I’ll glide up and down the waters
then I’ll walk upon the land,
and call ‘em out,
the ones who doubt your midnight man.

Everybody’s coming round to my place.
Everybody’s coming round to my place.
Everybody’s coming round.
Oh, darling, don’t you see?
Everybody wants to be
your midnight man

It’s early in the morning
and I don’t know what to do.
It’s early in the morning
and I can’t believe it’s true.
It’s early in the morning
and it’s happening again;
I called you once, I called you twice.
Ain’t I your midnight man?

Everybody’s coming round to my place.
Everybody’s coming round to my place.
Everybody’s coming round.
They want you, they love you.
They need to be
your midnight man.

Everybody’s coming round to be your midnight man.

I walk into the corner of my room, see my friends in high places
I don’t know which is which and whom is whom, they’ve stolen each other’s faces
Janet is there with her high-hatting hair full of bedroom feathers
Janet is known to make dead men groan in any kind of weathers
I crawl over to her, I say hey baby, I say hey Janet
You are the one, you are the sun and I’m your dutyfull planet
But she ain’t down with any of that, she’s heard that shit before
I say ah ha, oh yeah, you’re right, cause I see Betty X standing by the door
With more news from nowhere
More news from nowhere
And it’s getting strange in here
Yeah, it gets stranger every year
More news from nowhere
More news from nowhere

Now, Betty X is like Betty Y minus that fatal chromosome
Her hair is like the wine dark sea, on which sailors come home
I say hey baby, I say hey Betty X (I lean close up to her throat)
This light you’re carrying is like a lamp, hanging from a distant boat
It is my light, said Betty X, Betty X says this light ain’t yours
And so much wind blew through her words that I went rolling down the hall
For more news from nowhere
More news from nowhere
And it’s getting strange in here
Yeah, it gets stranger every year
More news from nowhere
More news from nowhere

I turn another corner, I go down a corridor and I see this guy
He must be about 100 foot tall and he only has one eye
He asks me for my autograph, I write nobody and then
I wrap myself up in my woolly coat and blind him with my pen
Cause someone must have put something in my drink, everything getting strange looking
Half the people had turned into squealing pigs, the other half were cooking
Let me out of here, I cried, and I went pushing past
And I saw miss Polly singing with some girls, I cried strap me to the mast
For more news from nowhere
More news from nowhere
And it’s getting strange in here
Yeah, it gets stranger every year
More news from nowhere
More news from nowhere

Then a black girl with no clothes on danced across the room
We charted the progress of the planets around that boogie-wongie moon
I called her my nubian princess, I gave her some sweet-back bad-ass jive
I spent the next seven years between her legs pining for my wife
But by and by it all went wrong, I felt all washed-up on the shore
She stared down at me from up in the storm as I sobbed upon the floor
For more news from nowhere
More news from nowhere
And don’t it make you feel alone
Don’t it make you wanna get right-on home
More news from nowhere
More news from nowhere

Here comes Alina with two black eyes, she’s given herself a transfusion
She’s filled herself with panda blood to avoid all the confusion
I said the sun rises and falls with you, and various things about love
But a rising violence in me cut all my circuits off
Well, Alina, she starts screaming, her cheeks are full of psychotropic leaves
Her extinction was nearly absolute when she turned her back on me
For more news from nowhere
More news from nowhere
And it’s getting strange in here
Yeah, it gets stranger every year
More news from nowhere
More news from nowhere

I bumped bang crash into Deanna hanging pretty in the door frame
Alle the horrors which have befallen me, well, Deanna is to blame
Every time I see you, babe, you make me feel so all alone
And I wept my face into her dress long after she’d gone home
With more news from nowhere
More news from nowhere
And don’t it make you feel alone
Don’t it make you wanna get right back home
More news from nowhere
More news from nowhere

Don’t it make you feel so sad, don’t the blood rush to your feet
To think that everything you do today, tomorrow is obsolete?
Technology and women and little children too
Don’t it make you feel blue? Don’t it make you feel blue?
For more news from nowhere
More news from nowhere
And don’t it make you feel alone
Don’t it make you wanna get right back home
More news from nowhere
More news from nowhere

Well, I’ve gotta say
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye