Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wendy Rose
Background Vocals
Conway Savage
Piano
Lena Palmer
Background Vocals
Martyn P. Casey
Bass Guitar
Mick Harvey
Guitar
Donovan Lawrence
Background Vocals
Geo Onaymake
Background Vocals
James Johnston
Organ
Stephanie Meade
Background Vocals
Thomas Wydler
Percussion
Jim Sclavunos
Percussion
Ase Bergstrom
Background Vocals
London Community Gospel Choir
Choir
Nick Cave
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nick Cave
Songwriter
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick Launay
Producer
Ian Cooper
Mastering Engineer
Conway Savage
Producer
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Producer
Martyn P. Casey
Producer
Mick Harvey
Producer
Warren Ellis
Producer
James Johnston
Producer
Damon Iddins
Mixing Engineer
Lars Fox
Editing Engineer
Jim Sclavunos
Producer
Nick Cave
Producer
Lyrics
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 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
Oh 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
Writer(s): Nicholas Edward Cave
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