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Album: Miscellaneous (2008)
Artists: Nick Cave

  1. A Box For Black Paul
  2. A Box For Black Paul
  3. A Dead Song
  4. A Dead Song
  5. Ain't Gonna Rain Anymore
  6. Ain't Gonna Rain Anymore
  7. All The Pretty Little Horsies
  8. All The Pretty Little Horsies
  9. All Tomorrow's Parties
  10. All Tomorrow's Parties
  11. Are You The One That I've Been Waiting For?
  12. Babe, I Got You Bad
  13. Black Hair
  14. Brompton Oratory
  15. Come Into My Sleep
  16. Crow Jane
  17. Daktari
  18. Death Is Not The End
  19. Far From Me
  20. Green Eyes
  21. Henry Lee
  22. I Do Love Her So (Lime Tree Arbour)
  23. Idiot Prayer
  24. Into My Arms
  25. King Kong Kitchee Kitchee Ki-Mi-O
  26. Knoxville Girl
  27. Little Empty Boat
  28. Lovely Creature
  29. O'Malley's Bar
  30. People Ain't No Good
  31. Right Now I'm A-roaming
  32. Song Of Joy
  33. Stagger Lee
  34. The Ballad of Robert Moore and Betty Coltrane
  35. The Curse Of Millhaven
  36. The Kindness Of Strangers
  37. The Willow Garden
  38. There Is a Kingdom
  39. West Country Girl
  40. Where Do We Go Now But Nowhere
  41. Where The Wild Roses Grow
  42. Wild Rose
  43. Wild Rose


Nick Cave
Miscellaneous
The Kindness Of Strangers

They found Mary Bellows cuffed to the bed
With a rag in her mouth and a bullet in her head
O poor Mary Bellows
She'd grown up hungry, she'd grown up poor
She left her home in Arkansas
O poor Mary Bellows
She wanted to see the deep blue sea
She travelled across Tennessee
O poor Mary Bellows
She met a man along the way
He introduced himself as Richard Slade
O poor Mary Bellows
Poor Mary thought that she might die
When she saw the ocean for the first time
O poor Mary Bellows
She checked into a cheap little place
Richard Slade carried in her old suitcase
O poor Mary Bellows
"I'm a good girl, sir", she said to him
I couldn't possibly permit you in
O poor Mary Bellows
Slade tipped his hat and winked his eye
And turned away without goodbye
O poor Mary Bellows
She sat on her bed and thought of home
With the sea breeze whistling all alone
O poor Mary Bellows
In hope and loneliness she crossed the floor
And undid the latch on the front door
O poor Mary Bellows
They found her the next day cuffed to the bed
A rag in her mouth and a bullet in her head
O poor Mary Bellows
So mothers keep your girls at home
Don't let them journey all alone
Tell them this world is full of danger
And to shun the company of strangers
O poor Mary Bellows
O poor Mary Bellows
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