There She Goes, My Beautiful World Lyrics - Nick Cave & The Bad Seed

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 

Well 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 Larking 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 ever-lasting 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, there she goes 

There she goes again 

There she goes, my beautiful world 

There she goes, my beautiful world 

There she goes, my beautiful world 

There she goes again