Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Song Of Joy Lyrics






Have mercy on me, sir
Allow me to impose on you
I have no place to stay
And my bones are cold right through
I will tell you a story
Of a man and his family
And I swear that it is true
Ten years ago I met a girl named Joy
She was a sweet and happy thing
Her eyes were bright blue jewels
And we were married in the spring
I had no idea what happiness and little love could bring
Or what life had in store
But all things move toward their end
All things move toward their their end
On that you can be sure
La la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la
Then one morning I awoke to find her weeping
And for many days to follow
She grew so sad and lonely
Became Joy in name only
Within her breast there launched an unnamed sorrow
And a dark and grim force set sail
Farewell happy fields
Where joy forever dwells
* Hail horrors hail *
Was it an act of contrition or some awful premonition
As if she saw into the heart of her final blood-soaked night
Those lunatic eyes, that hungry kitchen knife
Ah, I see sir, that I have your attention!
Well, could it be?
How often I've asked that question
Well, then in quick succession
We had babies, one, two, three
We called them Hilda, Hattie and Holly
They were their mother's children
Their eyes were bright blue jewels
And they were quiet as a mouse
There was no laughter in the house
No, not from Hilda, Hattie or Holly
"No wonder", people said, "poor mother Joy's so melancholy"
Well, one night there came a visitor to our little home
I was visiting a sick friend
I was a doctor then
Joy and the girls were on their own
La la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la
Joy had been bound with electrical tape
In her mouth a gag
She'd been stabbed repeatedly
And stuffed into a sleeping bag
In their very cots my girls were robbed of their lives
Method of murder much the same as my wife's
Method of murder much the same as my wife's
It was midnight when I arrived home
Said to the police on the telephone
Someone's taken four innocent lives
They never caught the man
He's still on the loose
It seems he has done many many more
Quotes John Milton on the walls in the victim's blood
The police are investigating at tremendous cost
In my house he wrote "his red right hand"
That, I'm told is from Paradise Lost
The wind round here gets wicked cold
But my story is nearly told
I fear the morning will bring quite a frost
And so I've left my home
I drift from land to land
I am upon your step and you are a family man
Outside the vultures wheel
The wolves howl, the serpents hiss
And to extend this small favour, friend
Would be the sum of earthly bliss
Do you reckon me a friend?
The sun to me is dark
And silent as the moon
Do you, sir, have a room?
Are you beckoning me in?
La la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la





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  1. J.... K....

    The best ...

  2. C.... V....

    that's pretty good...


    aqui por causa do pipocando.

  3. m.... t....

    this is terrifying

  4. M.... B....

    i fucken love this.♥

  5. a.... b....

    Album genial de pincipio a fun

  6. J.... K....

    Great masterpiece thank you Nick

  7. J.... K....

    The bible of Nick...great....

  8. S.... B....

    Nick Cave is tough to pick a favorite song for me due to his many incarnations. Song of Joy is in my top five and Murder Ballads is definitely one of my favorite albums I love every album from this man and his side projects especially with Lydia Lunch and Rowland Howard. He I believe started in 1977 and currently still going I hope he continues to tour as well I've seen him many times and it's always astonishing.Except he won't do this song, The Carny or Loverman anymore for some odd reason.

  9. D.... B....

    mi cancion de reggaeton favorita

  10. P.... K....

    Very very Leonard Cohen-ish

    P.... K....

    Leonard Cohen is one of his biggest influences and you can hear that in most of his music.Cohen was amazing live too just like Cave.

  11. T.... ....

    Howcome so many dislikes?

    T.... ....

    I don't know.

    T.... ....

    People with no taste

  12. D.... B....

    all things move toward their end,,,,,,,,, HIT IT!!!

  13. M.... G....

    Outside the vultures wheel, the wolves howl, the serpents hiss
    And to extent this small favour friend would the sum of earthly bliss
    Do you reckon me a friend?

  14. M.... D....

    Yo soy bacon

  15. I.... G....

    This is "Red Right Hand Part II" See https://youtu.be/RrxePKps87k

  16. D.... B....

    no esta la version sin remasterizar

  17. L.... D....

    This is... goddamn awesome

  18. M.... D....

    this is definitely next level shit, like serial killer pop music, lol. I could see buffalo bill jamming this in his basement, mos def ; )

    M.... D....

    It's murder ballads. That stuff exists for centuries. It just not pop music.

  19. T.... M....

    Jeffrey Lee Pierce & Kid Congo considered doing a murder ballads album mid '80s; much as I appreciate Cave's work, great talent - I'd LOVE to have heard their version! - JLP's vision & vocals were sidereal ❤️

    T.... M....

    key word, considered, that says it all

  20. J.... J....

    Red Right Hand...

    This ought to play for Thomas Shelby's darkest moment, or be the theme for his nemesis if he ever gets one.

    J.... J....

    El disco mas completo del Maestro Cave, lastima q x internet hoy x hoy lo escucha cualquiera .Y despues dan pateticas opiniones,o no?

  21. V.... F....

    I think the man telling the story is the killer... Freaky

    V.... F....

    Oh he is, early on in the song he quotes paradise lost just the same as the killer does

    V.... F....

    Outside the vultures wheel, wolves howl and serpents hiss, and to extend this small favour friend would be the sum of earthly bliss...
    D'you reckon me a friend? Are you beckoning me in?

    Yep. Course he did it.

    V.... F....

    👍👍👍

  22. B.... I....

    [Verse 1]
    Have mercy on me, sir
    Allow me to impose on you
    I have no place to stay
    And my bones are cold right through
    I will tell you a story
    Of a man and his family
    And I swear that it is true
    Ten years ago I met a girl named Joy
    She was a sweet and happy thing
    Her eyes were bright blue jewels
    And we were married in the spring
    I had no idea what happiness and little love could bring
    Or what life had in store
    But all things move toward their end
    All things move toward their their end
    On that you can be sure
    Hit it

    [Verse 2]
    Then one morning I awoke to find her weeping
    And for many days to follow
    She grew so sad and lonely
    Became Joy in name only
    Within her breast there launched an unnamed sorrow
    And a dark and grim force set sail
    Farewell happy fields
    Where joy forever dwells
    Hail horrors hail
    Was it an act of contrition or some awful premonition
    As if she saw into the heart of her final blood-soaked night
    Those lunatic eyes, that hungry kitchen knife
    Ah, I see sir, that I have your attention!
    Well, could it be?
    How often I've asked that question
    Well, then in quick succession
    We had babies, one, two, three
    We called them Hilda, Hattie and Holly
    They were their mother's children
    Their eyes were bright blue jewels
    And they were quiet as a mouse
    There was no laughter in the house
    No, not from Hilda, Hattie or Holly
    "No wonder", people said, "poor mother Joy's so melancholy"
    Well, one night there came a visitor to our little home
    I was visiting a sick friend
    I was a doctor then
    Joy and the girls were on their own
    La la la la la la la la la la
    La la la la la la la la la la

    B.... I....

    Where's verse 3?

  23. C.... R....

    Best song off an amazing album.