(l,m) Nick Cave (p) Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds < Nick Cave: vocals; Mick Harvey: rhythm guitar, organ; Blixa Bargeld: guitar; Conway Savage: piano; Martyn Casey: bass; Thomas Wydler: drums; The Bad Seeds: backing vocals; Mick Harvey & David Blumberg: string arrangements; Dennis Karmazyn: cello; Bruce Dukov, Barbara Porter: violins > ( Henry's Dream [Mute, 1992] )
Brother, my cup is empty And I haven't got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home
I am the captain of my pain Tis the bit, the bridle, The trashing cane The stirrup, the harness The whipping mane The pickled eye The shrinking brain O brother, buy me one more drink I'll explain the nature of my pain Yes, let me tell you once again I am the captain of my pain
O brother, my cup is empty And I haven't got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home
I cannot blame it all on her To blame her all would be a lie For many a night I lay awake And wished that I could watch her die To see her accusing finger spurt To see flies swarm her hateful eye To watch her groaning in the dirt To see her clicking tongue crack dry O brother, buy me one more drink One more drink and then goodbye And do not mock me when I say Let's drink one more before I die
O brother, my cup is empty And I haven't got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home
Well I've been sliding down on rainbows Well I've been swinging from the stars Now this wretch in beggars clothing Bangs his cup across the bars Look, this cup of mine is empty! Seems I've misplaced my desires Seems I'm sweeping up the ashes Of all my former fires So brother, be a brother And fill this tiny cup of mine And please, sir, make it whiskey For I have no head for wine
O brother, my cup is empty And I haven't got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home
I counted up my blessings And counted only one One tiny little blessing And now that blessings gone So buy me one more drink, my brother Then I'm taking to the road Yes, I'm taking to the rain I'm taking to the snow O my friend, my only brother Do not let the party grieve So throw a dollar onto the bar Now kiss my ass and leave
O brother, my cup is empty And I haven't got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home
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