Black Crow King - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Black Crow King by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
From the album The Firstborn Is Dead Released June 3, 1985
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[LosHuxleys]

The firstborn is dead is one of the greatest albums of all timez

[metalandhorror]

Southern gothic for them hot summer evenings !

[FrostedSeagull]

Ahhh ...the Goth days of yesteryear. I loved Nick Cave AND he was the King of the Goths. As St Nick sings - I am the black crow king, the king of nothing at all!!!!. Perfectly said.

[kirboletta]

that album sounds always astonishing to me

[lujanl.]

Mmmmm Mmmmm I am the black crow king Mmmmm I am the black crow king, the Keeper of the nodding corn
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! All the hammers are a-talking
All the nails are a-singing So sweet and low.

You can hear it in the valley where live the lame and the blind
They climb the hill out of it’s belly, they leave with mean black boots on.
Ooh yeah

“I just made a simple gesture
They jumped up and nailed it to my shadow
My gesture was a hooker You know, my shadow’s made of timber.”

And the storm is a-rolling And the storm is a-rolling All down on me.

And I’m still here rolling after everybody’s gone And I’m still here rolling after everybody’s gone Ah’m still here rolling and I’m left on my own the blackbirds have all flown! Everyone’s rolled on!

I am the black crow king Keeper of the trodden corn
I am the king
Won’t say it again And the rain it raineth daily, Lord And wash away my clothes I surrender up my arms To a company of crows I am the black crow king I won’t say it again.

And all the thorns are a-crowning King ruby on each spine And all the spears are a-sailing Oh my oh my.

And the storm is a-rolling The storm is a-rolling
All down on me.

And I’m still here rolling after everybody’s gone I’m still here rolling after everybody’s gone I’m still here rolling and left on my own those blackbirds they have all flown and I am on my own.

I am the black crow king

Keeper of the forgotten corn The King! The King! I’m the king of nuthin’ at all
The hammers are a-talking
The nails are a-singing The thorns are a-crowning him.
The spears are a-sailing The crows are a-mocking The corn is a-nodding
The storm is a-rolling
The storm is a-rolling
The storm is a-rolling down
The storm is a-rolling down
The storm is a-rolling Down on me
Rolling down on me
Rolling down on me.

[acrobaticalpaca]

Wish I could go back and play this as an ensemble for my gcses.

[aderbberti]

fuck yeahhhh I'm the black crow king, the king of nothing at all!!!!