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nick cave the bad seeds - cabin fever! كلمات الأغنية

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the captain’s fore-arm like bunched-up rope
with a-n-i-t-a wrigglin’ free on a skull’n’dagger
and a portrait of christ, nailed to an anchor
etched into his upper…

o o o’ cabin fever!
o o o’ cabin fever!
slams his f-cken tin-dish down
our captain, takes time to crush
some bloo-bottles glowin in his gruel
with a lump in his throat, and lumpy mush
thumbing a scr-pbook stuck up with clag
and a morbid lump of love in his flags.
done is the missing, now all that remain
is to sail forever, upon the stain
cabin fever! o o o’ cabin fever!

the captain’s free-hand is a cleaver
which he fashions his beard, n’ he rations his jerkey!
and carves his peg outa the finest mahagony!
or was it ebony?

o o o’ cabin fever!
o o o’ cabin fever!
slams his f-cken tin-dish down
our captain, takes time to crush
some bloo-bottles glowin in his gruel
with a lump in his throat, and lumpy mush
thumbing a scr-pbook stuck up with clag
and a morbid lump of love in his flags.
done is the missing, now all that remain
is to sail forever, upon the stain
cabin fever! o o o’ cabin fever!

tallies up his loneliness, notch by notch
for the sea offers nuthin to hold or touch
notch by notch, winter by winter
notch x notch, winter x winter

now his leg is whittled, right down to a splinter
o o cabin fever! o o o cabin fever!
o the rollin sea still rollin on!
she’s everywhere! now that she’s gone! gone! gone!
o cabin fever! o cabin fever!

welcome to his table, beloved-unconscious
raisin her host of hair from her crooks
and strugglin to summony one of her looks!
his arm now like coiled s-s-s-snakes
whips all the bottles that he’s drunken,
like crystal – skittles about the cabin,
of a ship they’d been sailing
five years sunken…

o o o’ cabin fever!
o o o’ cabin fever!
slams his f-cken tin-dish down
our captain, takes time to crush
some bloo-bottles glowin in his gruel
with a lump in his throat, and lumpy mush
thumbing a scr-pbook stuck up with clag
and a morbid lump of love in his flags.
done is the missing, now all that remain
is to sail forever, upon the stain
cabin fever! o o o’ cabin fever!

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