Abattoir Blues / The Lyre of Orpheus

23 ContributorsThere She Goes, My Beautiful World LyricsThis is a song about the creative process, writer’s block, suffering for one’s art, and the need of the artist to achieve immortality through one’s work. Here Cave is, perhaps, in the throes of writer’s block… Read More The wintergreen, the juniper

The cornflower and the chicory

All the words you said to me

Still vibrating in the air

The elm, the ash and the linden tree

The dark and deep, enchanted sea

The trembling moon and the stars unfurled

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes again

John Wilmot penned his poetry

Riddled with the pox

Nabokov wrote on index cards

At a lectern, in his socks

St. John of the Cross did his best stuff

Imprisoned in a box

And Johnny Thunders was half alive

When he wrote Chinese Rocks

Well, me, I'm lying here, with nothing in my ears

Me, I'm lying here, with nothing in my ears

Me, I'm lying here, for what seems years

I'm just lying on my bed with nothing in my head

Send that stuff on down to me

Send that stuff on down to me

Send that stuff on down to me

Send that stuff on down to me

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes again

Karl Marx squeezed his carbuncles

While writing Das Kapital

And Gauguin, he buggered off, man

And went all tropical

While Philip Larkin stuck it out

In a library in Hull

And Dylan Thomas died drunk in

St. Vincent's hospital

I will kneel at your feet, I will lie at your door

I will rock you to sleep, I will roll on the floor

And I'll ask for nothing, nothing in this life

I'll ask for nothing, give me everlasting life

I just want to move the world

I just want to move the world

I just want to move the world

I just want to move

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes again

So if you got a trumpet, get on your feet

Brother, and blow it

If you've got a field, that don't yield

Well get up and hoe it

I look at you and you look at me and

Deep in our hearts know it

That you weren't much of a muse

But then I weren't much of a poet

I will be your slave, I will peel you grapes

Up on your pedestal with your ivory and apes

With your book of ideas with your alchemy

O come on send that stuff on down to me

Send that stuff on down to me

Send that stuff on down to me

Send that stuff on down to me

Send that stuff on down to me

Send it all around the world

Cause here she comes, my beautiful girl

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes again

[Verse 1]

Farmer Emmerich went into his barn

And found a cow suckling a serpent

And a brown ape clanking a heavy chain

Said Farmer Emmerich to the ape

Never ask me to come into this barn again

[Chorus]

So Long

Farewell

So Long

[Verse 2]

Farmer Emmerich caught the serpent

And the brown ape in a cage

And took them into his house

He fed the snake a vat of milk

And when the ape rattled its chain

He tossed the ape a mouse

[Chorus]

So Long

Goodbye

Farewell

[Verse 3]

The villagers found out that Farmer Emmerich

Was nurturing a serpent

And descended upon his farm

All rabid in their blindness

They dragged the snake outside

Chopped it open with an axe

And the ground soaked

In the milk of human kindness

[Chorus]

So Long

Farewell

So Long

[Verse 4]

But the brown ape escaped

And was heard to roam the ranges

Clanking its heavy chain

Down in the valley it sang to its friend

Whom he may never see again