Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Cabin Fever Lyrics






The Captain's fore-arm like bunched-up rope
with A-N-I-T-A wrigglin' free on a skull'n'dagger
and a portrait of Christ, nailed to an anchor
etched into his upper...

O o o' Cabin Fever!
O o o' Cabin Fever!
Slams his fucken tin-dish down
Our Captain, takes time to crush
Some Bloo-Bottles glowin in his gruel
with a lump in his throat, and lumpy mush
Thumbing a scrapbook stuck up with clag
and a morbid lump of Love in his flags.
Done is the Missing, now all that remain
Is to sail forever, upon the stain
Cabin Fever! O o o' Cabin Fever!

The captain's free-hand is a cleaver
which he fashions his beard, n' he rations his jerkey!
and carves his peg outa the finest mahagony!
Or was it Ebony?

O o o' Cabin Fever!
O o o' Cabin Fever!
Slams his fucken tin-dish down
Our Captain, takes time to crush
Some Bloo-Bottles glowin in his gruel
with a lump in his throat, and lumpy mush
Thumbing a scrapbook stuck up with clag
and a morbid lump of Love in his flags.
Done is the Missing, now all that remain
Is to sail forever, upon the stain
Cabin Fever! O o o' Cabin Fever!

Tallies up his loneliness, notch by notch
For the sea offers nuthin to hold or touch
Notch by notch, winter by winter
Notch x notch, winter x winter

Now his leg is whittled, right down to a splinter
O o Cabin Fever! O o o Cabin Fever!
O the rollin sea still rollin on!
She's everywhere! now that she's gone! Gone! Gone!
O Cabin Fever! O Cabin Fever!

Welcome to his table, Beloved-Unconscious
Raisin her host of hair from her crooks
and strugglin to summony one of her looks!
His arm now like coiled s-s-s-snakes
Whips all the bottles that he's drunken,
like crystal - skittles about the cabin,
of a ship they'd been sailing
Five years sunken...

O o o' Cabin Fever!
O o o' Cabin Fever!
Slams his fucken tin-dish down
Our Captain, takes time to crush
Some Bloo-Bottles glowin in his gruel
with a lump in his throat, and lumpy mush
Thumbing a scrapbook stuck up with clag
and a morbid lump of Love in his flags.
Done is the Missing, now all that remain
Is to sail forever, upon the stain
Cabin Fever! O o o' Cabin Fever!





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  1. 7.... A....

    The Captain's fore-arm like bunched-up rope
    With A-N-I-T-A wriggling free on a skull'n'dagger
    And a portrait of Christ, nailed to an anchor
    Etched into his upper...

    O o o' Cabin Fever!
    O o o' Cabin Fever!

    Slams his fucking tin-dish down
    Our Captain, takes time to crush
    Some Bloo-Bottles glowin in his gruel
    With a lump in his throat, and lumpy mush
    Thumbing a scrapbook stuck up with clag
    And a morbid lump of Love in his flags
    Done is the Missing, now all that remain
    Is to sail forever, upon the stain

    Cabin Fever! O o o' Cabin Fever!

    The captains free-hand is a cleaver
    Which he fashions his beard, and he rations his jerky!
    And carves his peg outta the finest mahogany!
    Or was it Ebony?
    Tallies up his loneliness, notch by notch
    'Cause the sea offers nothing to hold or touch
    Notch by notch, winter by winter
    Notch by notch, winter by winter
    Now his leg is whittled, right down to a splinter

    O o Cabin Fever! O o o Cabin Fever!
    O the rollin sea keeps rollin on!
    O the rollin sea keeps rollin on!
    She's everywhere! now that she's gone!
    She's everywhere! now that she's gone! Gone! Gone!
    O Cabin Fever!

    Welcome to his table, Beloved-Unconscious
    Raisin her host of hair from her crooks
    And struggling to summon one of her looks!
    His arm now like coiled s-s-s-snakes
    Whips all the bottles that he's drunken
    Like crystal - skittles about the cabin
    Of a ship they'd been sailing
    Five years sunken

  2. J.... B....

    One of his best. Great song, terrific !

  3. C.... B....

    Just passing through after listening to Ghosteen and reminding myself that he truly can do anything!

  4. p.... ....

    Done is the Missing, now all that remain
    Is to sail forever, upon the stain

  5. x.... ....

    ...what can we say...this is eternal.

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    The first rule of Cabin Fever is you don't talk about Cabin Fever.

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    Nick's inscrutability

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    @leegsy :) damn, with that idea, yt comment section could lose c.a. 95% of comments :)

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    @Lord Dickens ...that obvious :)))