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The question arises spontaneously: "what would Nick Cave do if he listened to this album?"
Possible solutions:
1) He would retire from the music scene, concluding with a "My Time Has Come";
2) His creaky bones would crumble into a heap of ashes.
The answer is yours, but only after you have listened to it.
Wovenhand (joined hands), that is David Eugene Edwards, singer of 16 Horsepower, takes up arms and strikes us with this dark and lamenting work. For those who thirst for an extraordinary voice that digs the grave for your long and sleepless nights; for those who listen to music and smoke cigarettes at the same time, beware because like me, you risk finishing the pack; for those who bite their nails in moments of tension, I advise you to stop beforehand, otherwise, in the end, you'll be bleeding; for those who are easily impressed, do not listen to it as his voice is frightening.
This album is immense, insanely unsettling, apocalyptic, classic, it's everything you desire in moments of anger.
Your jaw will drop just by listening to the opening track "Sparrow Falls", with its medieval interlude and those bell tolls announcing that "joined hands" is back to keep you company. The rest is made of sounds that seem to come from the underworld, suspended on the edge of perdition; if you swallow hard with "Bleary Eyed Duty" (Nicola Cava would swoon over it!!) or cry with "Into The Piano" don't worry, it's normal.
Dear Edward, I have fallen in love with your music and your voice, I will always follow you wherever you go; from now on you will be my adventure companion, I will never leave you.
Thanks To My Queen.
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
01 Sparrow Falls (04:45)
Holy king cause my skin to crawl
Away from every evil thing
In a cotton mouth in a cotton mouth
Quick across the water bring
Your hand speak of a broken door handle
Of thoughts and deeds a little bird sings
A little bird sings
Star rise on the face of the water
Quiet comes on the wing of a lark
Call out in an old time holler
Call out if you're afraid of your dark
I will you no grief no to see you fall
Once had a mind to I'm done with that
I mean you no harm at all
What stands between us
Runs right through my head
It's water still under the bridge
We come together in a horsehead union
Hang my tobacco hands from a beam
Silver handled and chest of drawers
Out of the longhouse I took what's yours
I took what's yours
I will you no grief no to see you fall
Once had a mind to I'm done with that
I mean you no harm at all
I will you no grief no to see you fall
Once had a mind to I'm done with that
I'm done with that
I mean you no harm at all
06 Oil on Panel (05:36)
The color has left you
No your colors fall
For her no one dreams
I've made a covenant with my eyes
All lust lashes out
When do I blink my love
Blink on illusion
On this warm bed of feathers my dove
Already gone
I never heard it come in
Life not mine to be taken
My mind not mine to be lost
I paint them roughly
I paint them in my sleep
Ira
Gula
Luxuria
Heavy as their holes are deep
Roma
Roma
Where is my country
Wholly in his hands
Worthy in his eye
You and I
I paint them roughly
I paint them in my sleep
Ira
Gula
Luxuria
Heavy as their holes are deep
Roma
Roma
Where is my country
Yeshua
Yeshua
Where you go take me with thee
Roma
Roma
Where is my country
Yeshua
Yeshua
Where you go take me with thee
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