Текст песни NICK CAVE AND THE BAD SEEDS - Brother, My Cup Is Empty

Brother, my cup is empty
And I haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home


I am the captain of my pain
Tis the bit, the bridle,
The trashing cane
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The stirrup, the harness
The whipping mane
The pickled eye
The shrinking brain
O brother, buy me one more drink
I'll explain the nature of my pain
Yes, let me tell you once again
I am the captain of my pain


And I haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home


I cannot blame it all on her
To blame her all would be a lie
For many a night I lay awake
And wished that I could watch her die
To see her accusing finger spurt
To see flies swarm her hateful eye
To watch her groaning in the dirt
To see her clicking tongue crack dry
O brother, buy me one more drink
One more drink and then goodbye
And do not mock me when I say
Let's drink one more before I die


O brother, my cup is empty
And I haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home


Well I've been sliding down on rainbows
Well I've been swinging from the stars
Now this wretch in beggars clothing
Bangs his cup across the bars
Look, this cup of mine is empty!
Seems I've misplaced my desires
Seems I'm sweeping up the ashes
Of all my former fires
So brother, be a brother
And fill this tiny cup of mine
And please, sir, make it whiskey
For I have no head for wine


O brother, my cup is empty
And I haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home


I counted up my blessings
And counted only one
One tiny little blessing
And now that blessings gone

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