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Murder Ballads
1. SONG OF JOY
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 a little love could bring
Or what life had in store
But all things move toward 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 on emorning 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
Thery 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, "Red light 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 earthy 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
La la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la
Lines in Italic by JOHN MILTON
Word and music: CAVE
Vocals, pianos, organ, hammond; NICK CAVE
Guitars: BLIXA BARGELD
Bass: MARTYN P. CASEY
Drums: MICK HARVEY
It was back in '32 whem times were hard
He had a Colt .45 and a deck of cards
Stagger Lee
He wore rat-drawn shoes and an old stetson hat
Had a '28 Ford, had payments on that
Stagger Lee
His woman threw him out in the ice and snow
And told him, "Never ever come back no more"
Stagger Lee
So he walked through the rain and he walked through the mud
Till he came to a place called The Bucket Of Blood
Stagger Lee
He said, "Mr.Motherfucker, you know who I am"
The barkeeper said, "No, and I don't give a good goddamn"
To Stagger Lee
He said, "Well bartender, it's plain to see
I'm that bad motherfucker called Stagger Lee"
Mr.Stagger Lee
Barkeeper said, "Yeah, I've heard your name down the way
And I kick motherfucking asses like you every day"
Mr.Stagger Lee
Well, those were the last words that the barkeeper said
'Cause Stag put four holes in his motherfucking head.
Just then in came a broad called Nellie Brown
Was known to make more money than any bitch in town
She struts across the bar, hitching up her skirt
Over to Stagger Lee, she starts to flirt
With Stagger Lee
She saw the barkeep, said, "O God, he can't be dead!"
Stag said, "Well, just count the holes in the motherfucker's head"
She said, "You look like you ain't scored in quite a time.
Why not come to my pad? It won't cost you a dime"
Mr.Stagger Lee
"But there's something I have to say before you begin
You'll have to be gone before my man Billy Dilly comes in,
Stagger Lee
"I'll stay here till Billy Dilly comes in, till time comes to pass
And furthermore I'll fuck Billy Dilly in his motherfucking ass"
Said Stagger Lee
"I'm a bad motherfucker, don't you know
And I'll crawl over fifty good pussies just to get to one fat boy's asshole"
Said Stagger Lee
Just then Billy Dilly rolls in and said, "You must be
That bad motherfucker called Stagger Lee"
Stagger Lee
"Yeah, I'm Stagger Lee and you better get down on your knees
And suck my dick, because if you don't you're sure to be dead"
Said Stagger Lee
Billy Dilly dropped down and slobbered on his head
And Stag filled him full of lead
Oh yeah.
Words: TRADITIONAL/CAVE
Music: BARGELD/CASEY/CAVE/HARVEY/SAVAGE/SCLAVUNOS/WYDLER
Vocals, organ, gun shots: NICK CAVE
Guitar, screams: BLIXA BARGELD
Piano: CONWAY SAVAGE
Bass: MARTYN P.CASEY
Drums: JIM SCLAVUNOS
Marraccas: THOMAS WYDLER
Get down, get down, little Henry Lee
And stay all night with me
You won't find a girl in this damn world
That will compare with me
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
I can't get down and I won't get down
And spend all night with thee
For the girl I have in that merry green land
I love far better than thee
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
She leaned herself against a fence
Just for a kiss or two
And with a little pen-knife held in her hand
She plugged him through and through
And the wind did roar and the wind did moan
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
Come take him by his lilly-white hands
Come take him by his feet
And throw him down this deep deep well
Which is more that one hundred feet
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
Lie there, lie there, little Henry Lee
Till the flesh drops from your bones
For the girl you have in that merry green land
Can wait forever for you to come home
And the wind did howl and the wind did moan
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
Words: TRADITIONAL/CAVE
Music: CAVE
Vocals: NICK CAVE
Vocals: PJ HARVEY
Acoustic guitars, organ: MICK HARVEY
Guitar: BLIXA BARGELD
Piano: CONWAY SAVAGE
Bass: MARTYN P.CASEY
Drums: THOMAS WYDLER
There she stands, this lovely creature
There she stands, there she stands
With her hair full of ribbons
And green gloves on her hands
So I asked this lovely creature
Yes, I asked. Yes I asked
Would she walk with me a while
Through this night so fast
She took my hand, this lovely creature
"Yes" she said, "Yes" she said
"Yes, I'll walk with you a while"
It was a joyful man she led
Over hills, this lovely creature
Over mountains, over ranges
By great pyramids and sphinxs
We met drifters and strangers
Oh the sands, my lovely creature
And the mad, moaning winds
At night the deserts writhed
With diabolical things
Through the night, through the night
The wind lashed and it whipped me
When I got home, my lovely creature
She was no longer with me
Somewhere she lies, this lovely creature
Beneath the slow drifting sands
With her hair full of ribbons
And green gloves on her hands
Words: CAVE
Music: BARGELD/CASEY/CAEV/HARVEY/WYDLER
Vocals, organ: NICK CAVE
Guitar, wind organ: MICK HARVEY
Guitar: BLIXA BARGELD
Piano: CONWAY SAVAGE
Bass: MARTYN P.CASEY
Percussion: JIM SCLAVUNOS
Drums: THOMAS WYDLER
Horns: TERRY EDWARDS
Additional Vocals: KATHARINE BLAKE
CHORUS:
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
As she stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he knocked on my dorr and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face
CHORUS
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?"
On the second day he came with a single red rose
Said: "Will you give me your loss abd you sorrow?"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
He said, "If I show you the roses will you follow?"
CHORUS
On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was muttered word
As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I kissed her goodbye, I said, "All beauty must die"
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
CHORUS
Words and music: CAVE
Vocals, piano: NICK CAVE
Vocals: KYLIE MINOGUE
Acoustic guitar, guitar: MICK HARVEY
Guitar: BLIXA BARGELD
Bass: MARTYN P.CASEY
Drums: THOMAS WYDLER
Bells: JIM SCLAVUNOS
Backing vocals: MICK HARVEY, CONWAY SAVAGE
Violins: JEN ANDERSON, SUE SIMPSON
Viola: KERRAN COULTER
Cello: HELEN MOUNTFORT
String arrangement: NICK CAVE, MICK HARVEY
I live in a town called Millhaven
And it's small and it's mean and it's cold
But if you come around just as the sun goes down
You can watch the whole town turn to gold
It's around about then that I used to go a-roaming
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all gotta die
My name is Loretta but I prefer Lottie
I'm closing in on my fifteenth year
And if you think you have seen a pair of eyes more green
Then you sure didn't see them round here
My hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing
La la la la La la la lie
Mama often told me we all have to die
You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven
How last Christmas Bill Blake's little boy didn't come home
They found him next week in One Mile Creek
His head bashed in and in his pockets full of stones
Well, just imagine the wailing and moaning
La la la la La la la lie
Even little Billy Blake, he had to die
Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High
Found nailed to his door, his prize-winning terrier
The next day the old fool brought little Biko to school
And we all had to watch as he buried her
His eulogy to Biko had all the tears a-flowing
La la la la La la la lie
Even God's little creatures, they have to die
Our little town fell into a state of shock
A lot of people were saying things that made little sense
Then the next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe
Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence
Foul play can really get a small town going
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children all have to die
Then, in a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs.Colgate
Was stabbed but the job was not complete
The last thing she said before the cops pronounced her dead
Was, "My killer is Loretta and she lives across the street!"
Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning
La la la la La la la lie
The young ones, the old ones, they all gotta die
Yes, it is I, Lottie. The Curse of Millhaven
I've struck horror in the heart of this town
Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow
It's more like the other way around
I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming
La la la la La la la lie
Sooner or later we all gotta die
Since I was no bigger than a weavil they've been saying I was evil
That if "bad" was a boot then I'd feet it
That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard lately
O fuck it! I'm monster! I admit it!
It makes me so mad my blood really starts a-going
La la la la La la la lie
Mama always told me that we all gotta die
Yeah, I drowned the Blakey kid, stabbed Mrs.Colgate, I admit
Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed
But I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school psychos
Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head
I'll sing to the lot, now you got me going
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children have all gotta die
There were all of the others, all our sisters and brothers
You assumed were accidents, best forgotten
Recall the children who broke through the ice on Lake Tahoo?
Everyone assumed the "Warning" signs had followed them to the bottom
Well, they're underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowing
La la la la La la la lie
Even twenty little children, they had to die
And the fire of '91 that razed the Bella Vista slum
There was the biggest shit-fight this country's ever seen
Insurance companies ruined, landlords getting sued
All cause of a wee little girl with a can of gasoline
Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing
La la la la La la la lie
Rich man, poor man, all got to die
Well I confessed to all these crimes and then they put me on trial
I was laughing when they took me away
Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah
It ain't home, but you know, it's fucking better than jail
It ain't such a bad old place to have a home in
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all gotta die
Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless Rorschach tests
I keep telling them they're out to get me
They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, "Why of course!
There is so much more I could have done if they'd let me!"
So it's Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children have all gotta die
La la la la La la la lie
I'm happy as a lark and everything is fine
Singing La la la la La la la lie
Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all gotta die
Words and music: CAVE
Vocals, organ: NICK CAVE
Guitar: BLIXA BARGELD
Guitar: HUGO RACE
Violin, accordian: WARREN ELLIS
Bass: MICK HARVEY
Drums: THOMAS WYDLER
Tamborine: JIM SCLAVUNOS
The Moron Tabernacle Choir:
NICK CAVE, MARTYN P.CASEY, CONWAY SAVAGE, THOMAS WYDLER,
WARREN ELLIS, BRIAN HOOPER, SPENCER P.JONES, DAVE GRANEY,
KATHARINE BLAKE, CLARE MOORE,ROWLAND S.HOWARD, JAMES JOHNSTON,
IAN JOHNSTON, GERALDINE JOHNSTON, ASTRID MUNDAY
They found Mary Bellows cuffed to the bed
With a rag in her mouth and a bullet in her head
O poor Mary Bellows
She'd grown up hungry, she'd grown up poor
So she left her home in Arkansas
O poor Mary Bellows
She wanted to see the deep blue sea
She drove across Tennessee
O poor Mary Bellows
She met a man along the way
He introduced himself as Richard Slade
O poor Mary Bellows
Poor Mary thought that she might die
When she saw the ocean for the first time
O poor Mary Bellows
She checked into a cheap little place
Richard Slade carried in her old suitcase
O poor Mary Bellows
"I'm a good girl, sir," she said to him
I couldn't possibly permit you in
O poor Mary Bellows
Slade tipped his hat and winked his eye
And turned away without goodbye
O poor Mary Bellows
She sat on her bed and thought of home
With the sea breeze whistling all alone
O poor Mary Bellows
In hope and loneliness she crossed the floor
And undid the latch on the fron floor
O poor Mary Bellows
They found her next day cuffed to the bed
A rag in her mouth and a bullet in her head
O poor Mary Bellows
So mothers keep your girls at home
Don't let them journey out alone
Tell them this world is full of danger
And to shun the company of strangers
O poor Mary Bellows
O poor Mary Bellows
Words and music: CAVE
Vocals: NICK CAVE
Guitar: BLIXA BARGELD
Guitar: MICK HARVEY
Piano: CONWAY SAVAGE
Bass: MARTYN P.CASEY
Drums: THOMAS WYDLER
Additional vocal: MARIELLA DEL CONTE
Crying: ANITA LANE
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane
Horrors in her head
That her tongue dare not name
Lived all alone by the river
The rolling rivers of pain
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh
There is one shining eye on a hard-hat
Company closed down the mine
Winking on the waters they came
Twenty hard-hats, twenty eyes
In her clapboard shack
Just six foot by five
They killed all her whiskey
Poured their pistols dry
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh
Seems you've remembered
How to sleep, how to sleep
The house dogs are in your turnips
And your yard dogs are running all over the streets
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh
"O Mr.Smith and Mr.Wesson
Why you close up shop so late?"
"Just fitted out a girl who looked like a bird
Measured .32, .44, .38
Asked that girl which road she was taking
Said she was walking the road of hate
But she hopped on a coal-trolley up to New Haven
Population: 48"
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh
Your guns are drunk and smoking
They have followed you to the gate
Laughing all the way back from the new town
Population, now, 28
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh
Words and music: CAVE
Vocals, piano: NICK CAVE
Guitar: BLIXA BARGELD
Hammond, space belt: MICK HARVEY
Bass: MARTYN P.CASEY
Drums: JIM SCLAVUNOS
Tamborine: THOMAS WYDLER
Additional vocals: GERALDINE JOHNSTON, LIZ CORCORAN
I am tall and I am thin
Of an enviable height
And I've been known to be quite handsome
From a certain angle and in a certain light
Well I entered into O'Malley's
Said, "O'Malley I have a thirst"
O'Malley merely smiled at me
Said "You wouldn't be the first"
I knocked on the bar and pointed
To a bottle on the shelf
And as O'Malley poured me out a drink
I sniffed and crossed myself
My hand decide that the time was nigh
And for a moment it slipped from view
And when it returned, it fairly burned
With confidence anew
Well the thunder from my steely fist
Made all the glasses jangle
When I shot him, I was so handsome
It was the light, it was the angle
Huh! Hmmmmm
"Neighbours!" I cried, "Friends!" I screamed
I banged my fist upon the bar
"I bear no grudge against you!"
And my dick felt along and hard
"I am the man for which no God waits
For which the whole world yearns
I'm marked by darkness and by blood
And one thousand powder-burns"
Well, you know those fish with the swollen lips
That clean the ocean floor?
when I looked at poor O'Malley's wife
That is exactly what I saw
I jammed the barrel under her chin
And her face looked raw and vicious
Her head it landed in the sink
With all the dirty dishes
Her little daughter Siobhan
Pulled beers from dusk till dawn
And amongst the townfolk, she was a bit of a joke
But she pulled the best beers in town
I swooped magnificent upon her
As she sat shivering in her grief
Like the Madonna painted on the church-house wall
In whale's blood and banana leaf
Her throat it crumbled in my fist
And I spun heroically around
To see Caffrey rising from his chair
I shot that motherfucker down
Mmmmmmmmm Yeah Yeah Yeah
"I have no free will," I sang
As I flew about the murder
Mrs.Richard Holmes, she screamed
You really should have heard her
I sang and I laughed, I howled and I wept
I panted like a pup
I blew a hole in Mrs.Richard Holmes
And her husband he stood up
And he screamed, "You are an evil man"
And I paused a while to wonder
"If I have no free will then how can I
Be morally culpable, I wonder"
I shot Richard Hoilmes in the stomach
And gingerly he sat down
And he whispered weirdly, "No offense"
And lay upon the ground
"None taken," I replied to him
With which he gave a little cough
With blazing wings I neatly aimed
And blew his head completely off
I've lived in this town for thirty years
And to no-one am I a stranger
And I put new bullets in my gun
Chamber upon chamber
And when I turned my gun on the bird-like Mr.Brookes
I thought of Saint Francis and his sparrows
And as I shot down the youthful Richardson
It was Sebastian I thought of, and his arrows
Hhhhhhhhhhhh Mmmmmmmmm
I said, "I want to introduce myself"
And I am glad that you all came
And I leapt upon the bar
And shouted out my name
Well Jerry Bellows, he hugged his stool
Closed his eyes and shrugged and laughed
And with an ashtray as big as a fucking big brick
I split his head in half
His blood spilled across the bar
Like a steaming scarlet brook
And I knelt at it's edge on the counter
Wiped the tears away and looked
Well, the light in there was blinding
Full of God and ghosts and truth
I smiled at Henry Davenport
Who made an attempt to move
Well, from the position I was standing
The strangest thing I ever saw
The bullet entered through the top of his chest
And blew his bowels out on the floor
Well I floated down the counter
Showing no remorse
I shot a hole in Kathleen Carpenter
Recently divorced
But remorse I felt and remors I had
It clung to every thing
From the raven hair upon my head
To the feathers on my wings
[...] in it's fraudulent claw
With it's golden hairless chest
And I glided through the bodies
And killed the fat man Vincent West
Who sat quietly in his chair
A man become a child
And I raised the gun up to his head
Executioner-style
He made no attempt to resist
So fat and dull and lazy
"Do you know I lived in your street?" I cried
And he looked at me as though I were crazy
"O", he said, "I had no idea"
And he grew as quiet as a mouse
And the roar of the pistol when it went off
Near blew the hat right off the house
Well, I caught my eye in the mirror
And gave it a long and loving inspection
"There stands some kind of man", I roared
And there did, in the reflection
My hair combed back like a raven's wing
My muscles hard and tight
And curling from the business end of my gun
Was a query-mark of cordite
Well I spun to the left, I spun to the right
And I spun to the left
"Fear me! Fear me!"
But no one did cause they were dead
Huh! Hmmmmmmmm
And then there were the police sirens wailing
And a bull-horn squelched and blared
"Drop your weapons and come out
With your hands held in the air"
Well, I checked the chambers of my gun
Saw I had one final bullet left
My hand, it looked almost human
As I held it to my head
"Drop your weapon and come out!
Keep your hands above your head!"
Well, I had one long hard think about dying
And did exactly what they said
There must have been fifty cops out there
In a circle around O'Malley's bar
"Don't shoot", I cried, "I'm a man unarmed!"
So they put me in their car
And they sped me away from that terrible scene
And I glanced out of the window
Saw O'Malley's bar, saw the cops and the cars
And started counting on my fingers
Aaaaaaaaah One Aaaaaaaah Two Aaaaaah Three Aaaah Four
O'Malley's bar O'Malley's bar
Words and music: CAVE
Vocals, piano: NICK CAVE
Bass, percussion: MICK HARVEY
Organ: CONWAY SAVAGE
Drums: THOMAS WYDLER
When you're sad and when you're lonely
And you haven't got a friend
Just remember that death is not the end
And all that you held sacred
Falls down and does not mend
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end
When you're standing on the crossroads
That you cannot comprehend
Just remember that death is not the end
And all your dreams have vanished
And you don't know what's up the bend
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end
When the storm clouds gather round you
And heavy rain descend
Just remember that death is not the end
And there is no-one there to comfort you
With a helping hand to lend
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end
For the tree of life is growing
Where the spirit never dies
And the bright light of salvation
Up in dark and empty skies
When the cities are on fire
With the burning flesh of men
Just remember that death is not the end
And you search in vain to find
Some law-abiding citizen
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end
"Death Is Not The End" Lyrics ©Special Rider Music/
Sony Music Publishing 1988
Words and music: DYLAN
Vocals (in order of appearance): NICK CAVE, PJ HARVEY, SHANE MacGOWAN,
KYLIE MINOGUE, THOMAS WYDLER, ANITA LANE, BLIXA BARGELD
Guitar: MICK HARVEY
Guitar: BLIXA BARGELD
Piano: CONWAY SAVAGE
Organ: NICK CAVE
Bass: BRIAN HOOPER
Drums: THOMAS WYDLER
Percussion: JIM SCLAVUNOS
Oh behalf of THE BAD SEEDS, I would like to think MICK GEYER our chief
researcher and guru, GEOFF COX, JOHN HILLCOAT, IAN JOHNSTON, JOHANNES BECK,
BARRY ADAMSON, JAMES JOHNSTON, TIM FRIESE-GREENE, SHAUN CONNON,
TOMY COHEN, VICTOR VAN VUGT, KAI REINHARDT, TONY MARTIN,
HENRY ROLLINS, PRUDENCE TRAPANI, SIMON PETTIFAR, VIVIANE CARNEIRO,
KATY BEALE, LIZ PIPPET, TIM JOHNSTON, DAWN CAVE,
CAMILLE WOLFF from GREY HOUSE BOOKS, 60 Portobello Road London w11,
DANIEL MILLER and all the people at MUTE.
And all the artists who participated in this recording,
WARREN ELLIS, MARIELLA DEL CONTE, GERALDINE JOHNSTON,
KATHARINE BLAKE, LIZ CORCORON, BRIAN HOOPER, SPENCER P.JONES,
HUGO RACE, DAVE GRANEY, TERRY EDWARDS, and the members of
THE MORON TABERNACLE CHOIR who so happily embraced its spirit.
I would especially like to thank KYLIE MINOGUE, POLLY HARVEY and ANITA LANE
for brightening our glum little corners with their brilliance, and my old
friend SHANE MacGOWAN for his murderous contribution.
A special thanks to our inspired managerial team,
AYNER JESSON and TARA-JANE ZAGACKI.
THE BAD SEEDS are:
MICK HARVEY, BLIXA BARGELD, THOMAS WYDLER, CONWAY SAVAGE,
MARTYN P.CASEY, JIM SCLAVUNOS
This record was produced by NICK CAVE AND THE BAD SEEDS, TONY COHEN and
VICTOR VAN VUGT.
It was recorded in 1993-95 at ATLANTIS, SING SING and METROPOLIS STUDIOS,
Melbourne, WESSEX STUDIOS, London and mixed at METROPOLIS with
TONY COHEN
WHERE THE WILD ROSES GROW was mixed by GREGG JACKMAN at SARM WEST, London
Mastered by RAY STAFF at WHITFIELD STREET
Front cover painting © by Jean-Frederic Schnyder,
"Landschaft I-XXXV, Inv.Nr.4547 III", courtesy Kunsthaus Aarau, Switzerland
Drawings found in "Sang und Klang fuers Kinderherz", Berlin 1909,
"Wehr und Waffe fuer die Jugend" Berlin 1907-1909,
"Bechstein's Maerchen", Berlin 1931 and by Oliver Gretscher
Artdirection: Johannes Beck ©MINUS publishing houses, Berlin 1995
KYLIE MINOGUE appears courtesy of Deconstruction.
Kylie Minogue Management: Terry Blamey Management Pty.Ltd.
BRIAN HOOPER appears courtesy of RED EYE/Polydor (Australia)
WARREN ELLIS appears courtesy of Big Cat Records
SHANE Mac GOWAN appears courtesy of ZTT Records Ltd.
PJ HARVEY appears courtesy of Island Records Ltd.
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