“I don’t believe in an interventionist God But I know, darling, that you do But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him Not to intervene when it came to you Not to touch a hair on your head To leave you as you are And if He felt He had to direct you Then direct you into my arms…
But I believe in love And I know that you do too
Heaven has denied us its kingdom The saints are drunk howling at the moon The chariots of angels are colliding Well, I’ll run, babe, but I’ll come running Straight to you For I am captured Straight to you For I am captured One more time
My husband, of course, is a musician. It’s his job. So he is deep inside it, especially the writing of lyrics. The house is full of poetry and music, and I guess the ghostlike quality of his songwriting, the strange ethereal femininity of much of it, is a big inspiration. Maybe that was why he was attracted to me in the first place. He says I was floating around his songs long before he met me!
All the fine winds gone And this sweet world is so much older Animals pull the night around their shoulders Flowers fall to their naked knees Here I come now, here I come I hear you been out there looking for something to love The dark force that shifts at the edge of the tree It’s alright, it’s alright When you turn so long and lovely, it’s hard to believe That we’re falling now in the name of the Anthrocene
Nick Cave - Anthrocene
there’s always something fucking miraculous about the imagery that nick cave uses. this song is especially timely, now that the whole planet is ravaged by natural diasasters.