01-febrero-2009
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Una gran nube negra se acerca por el horizonte...
::: ... y viene a Tupelo

Terribles desgracias se ciernen sobre un pueblo llamado Tupelo, y Nick Cave nos lo cuenta... como sólo él sabe hacerlo.
Looka yonder! looka yonder! a big black cloud come!
O comes to tupelo.
Yonder on the horizon Stopped at the mighty river
In a valley hides a town called tupelo
Distant thunder rumble. distant thunder rumble
Rumble hungry like the beast The beast it cometh, cometh down
Tupelo
Father why are all the children weeping?
They are merely crying son.
O, are they merely crying father?
Yes, true weeping is yet to come.
The Weeping Song
Y las letras:
Tupelo
Looka yonder! looka yonder!
Looka yonder! a big black cloud come!
A big black cloud come!
O comes to tupelo. comes to tupelo
Yonder on the horizon
Yonder on the horizon
Stopped at the mighty river
Stopped at the mighty river and
Sucked the damn thing dry
Tupelo-o-o, o tupelo
In a valley hides a town called tupelo
Distant thunder rumble. distant thunder rumble
Rumble hungry like the beast
The beast it cometh, cometh down
The beast it cometh, cometh down
Wo wo wo-o-o
Tupelo bound. tupelo-o-o. yeah tupelo
The beast it cometh, tupelo bound
Why the hen wont lay no egg
Cant get that cock to crow
The nag is spooked and crazy
O God help tupelo! o God help tupelo!
O God help tupelo! o God help tupelo!
Ya can say these streets are rivers
Ya can call these rivers streets
Ya can tell ya self ya dreaming buddy
But no sleep runs this deep
No! no sleep runs this deep
No sleep runs this deep
Women at their windows
Rain crashing on the pane
Writing in the frost
Tupelos shame. tupelos shame
O God help tupelo! o God help tupelo!
O go to sleep lil children
The sandmans on his way
O go to sleep lil children
The sandmans in his way
But the lil children know
They listen to the beating of their blood
Listen to the beating of their blood
Listen to the beating of their blood
Listen to the beating of their blood
They listen to the beating of their blood
The sandmans mud!
The sandmans mud!
And the black rain come down
The black rain come down
The black rain come down
Water water everywhere
Where no bird can fly no fish can swim
Where no bird can fly no fish can swim
No fish can swim
Until the king is born!
Until the king is born!
In tupelo! tupelo-o-o!
Til the king is born in tupelo!
In a clap-board shack with a roof of tin
Where the rain came down and leaked within
A young mother frozen on a concrete floor
With a bottle and a box and a cradle of straw
Tupelo-o-o! o tupelo!
With a bottle and a box and a cradle of straw
Well saturday gives what sunday steals
And a child is born on his brothers heels
Come sunday morn the first-born dead
In a shoebox tied with a ribbon of red
Tupelo-o-o! hey tupelo!
In a shoebox buried with a ribbon of red
O ma-ma rock you lil one slow
O ma-ma rock your baby
O ma-ma rock your lil one slow
O God help tupelo! o God help tupelo!
Mama rock your lil one slow
The lil one will walk on tupelo
The lil one will walk on tupelo
Black rain come down, black rain come down
Tupelo-o-o! yeah tupelo!
And carry the burden of tupelo
Tupelo-o-o! o tupelo! yeah!
The king will walk on tupelo!
Tupelo-o-o! o tupelo!
He carried the burden outa tupelo!
Tupelo-o-o! hey tupelo! [repeat]
You will reap just what you sow
The Weeping Song
Go son, go down to the water
And see the women weeping there
Then go up into the mountains
The men, they are weeping too.
Father, why are all the women weeping?
They all are weeping for their men
Then why are all the men there weeping?
They are weeping back at them.
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the men and women sleep.
This is a weeping song
But I won´t be weeping long.
Father why are all the children weeping?
They are merely crying son.
O, are they merely crying father?
Yes, true weeping is yet to come.
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the little children sleep.
This is a weeping song
But I won´t be weeping long.
O father tell me are you weeping?
Your face seems wet to touch.
O then I´m so sorry father
I never thought I hurt you so much.
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While we rock ourselves to sleep.
This is a weeping song
But I won´t be weeping long
No. I won´t be weeping long




























