Camille O'Sullivan - Mercy Seat (Nick Cave)

It all began when they come took me from my home
And put me on Dead Row
For a crime for which I am totally innocent, you know

I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner meals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
All things good or either ungood.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
In a way I'm yearning
To be done... all this measuring of truth
An eye for an eye
And A tooth for a tooth
Anyhow I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die

Interpret signs and catalogue
A blackened room, a thicken fog.
The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind
They are the sick breath at my hind
They are the sick breath gathering at my hind

I hear stories from the chamber
How Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might I say it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told

In Heaven His throne is made of gold
The ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm told
All history does unfold
Down here it's wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And God is never far away

Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
I go shuffling out of life
Just to stay in death awhile
And anyway I never...

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyhow I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to...

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all these looks of disbelief
A life for a life
An eye for an eye
And anyhow I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to...

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth
A life for a life
An eye for an eye
And anyhow I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to...

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is smoking
In a way I'm choking
To be done with all this measuring of truth
A life for a life
An eye for an eye
And anyhow I told the truth

But I'm afraid I told a lie

Category:

Music

Tags:

• Camille
• O'Sullivan
• Mercy
• Seat
• Nick
• Cave

[controlesexism]

There's not many that can get away with a Cave/Bad Seeds cover, but damn, she nailed it. I seriously believe every word.

[JackSkylightFLASH]

Marry me Camille, and stop being coy. You're not fooling anyone girl.

[HopeWithPandora]

Camille does a great female Nick Cave cover...