There She Goes Lyrics - Nick Cave

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 Willmot penned his poetry 

riddled with the pox 

Nabakov wrote on index cards, 

at a lectem, in his socks 

St. John of the Cross did his best stuff 

imprisoned in a box 

And JohnnyThunders 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 Gaugin, 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 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, my beautiful world 

There she goes again