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… Read Full Bio ↴There are multiple artists that perform under the name Bad:
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1. BAD is a pop duo from NYC comprised of Julia Brex and Jackson Hoffman. Their music blends elements of funk, soul, and early-90's pop and R&B. More info at https://www.instagram.com/badtheband/ and https://www.facebook.com/thebandbad
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2. Bad is also a Ukrainian hardcore band featuring lead vocalist Dmitry Shevtsov. More info at http://vk.com/badrock_group and http://bad-music.net/
One More Time
Bad Lyrics
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Regard quixotic reveries of ownership
The blossoming disease of man called tenure and accretion
The ancient western treadmill of deception and derision
But I want something more
Racing through a life of tragic wastage
I experience the loss of trust and innocence
As we trudge like blind men forward trying to avoid collision
But I want something more
In Bad's song One More Time, the lyrics paint a picture of a world filled with sadness, loss, and deception. The first verse addresses the idea of ownership and the desire to possess things, which can lead to the disease of greed and accumulation. The second verse speaks to the tragedy of wasted lives and the loss of trust and innocence, as time and its destructive force seems to have erased the reasons for our actions. The song seems to suggest that despite all the negativity around us, there must be something more that is worth striving for.
The theme of the song appears to be a search for something deeper and more meaningful in life. It speaks to the idea of striving for a sense of purpose and meaning, even in the face of the darker aspects of human nature. The contrast between the images of destruction and the singer's desire for something more gives the lyrics a sense of urgency and desperation, as if time is running out and something important is at stake.
Overall, One More Time is a powerful song that encourages listeners to look beyond the surface of things and to search for what truly matters in life.
Line by Line Meaning
Going through a world of sad debris
Navigating through a world filled with the remnants of sorrowful events
Regard quixotic reveries of ownership
Recognizing unrealistic dreams of owning everything
The blossoming disease of man called tenure and accretion
The growing sickness of humanity's obsession with acquiring things and holding onto them
The ancient western treadmill of deception and derision
The longstanding cycle of lies and ridicule in Western society
But I want something more
Desiring something beyond material possessions and societal norms
Racing through a life of tragic wastage
Living a life filled with avoidable loss and misfortune
I experience the loss of trust and innocence
Losing faith in others and the naivety that comes with youth
The billowing cyclone of time has blown away our reasons
The relentless passage of time has taken away our justifications and rationales
As we trudge like blind men forward trying to avoid collision
Moving forward blindly, attempting to avoid negative outcomes
But I want something more
Yearning for a greater purpose or meaning beyond mere existence
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BRETT GUREWITZ
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Luján L.
Here I am the Moonlight Man with a six-barrel shooter
But I’m not that kinda guy, I have a dream
Sometimes I get the elevator to the top of the Burj Al Arab
And shoot my guns across Dubai
Bang, bang, bang, I’m that kinda guy
But mostly I curl up inside my typewriter
Curl up inside my typewriter and wish that I could die
Your legs are so long they should come with their own elevator
Don’t worry darling I’ll be coming around to see you later
Because between you and me and my best friend the housefly
I’m a Steve McQueen with a big, beautiful dream
I am god
I am god thinking about god thinking about Steve McQueen
It’s for me the sirens and the sylphs do their twilight pining
On Saturday night I walk on someone else’s stomach lining
Up and down the street, call me a cab, call me a cab
No I’m a housefly called God and I don’t give a fuck
Here I come up the elevator
Sixty floors hoping I don’t get stuck
And everyone out here does mean
And everyone out here does pain
But someone’s gotta sing the stars
And someone’s gotta sing the rain
I’m the atomizer
I’m the vaporizer
I turn everything to crud
I like it here in your flesh and blood
I’m the elevator man don’t you see?
You’re a spine lashed, long legged lovely young thing
Call me a cab, I’ll drive to the top of the Burj Al Arab and fire my guns across your stomach
Because someone’s gotta sing the stars
And someone’s gotta sing the rain
And someone’s gotta sing the blood
And someone’s gotta sing the pain
Watch out you fuckers
I’ve got my six shooter and my housefly on a lead
I’m Burj al-McQueen and I’m coming to make every last one of you bleed
God is great, chances are
God is good, well I wouldn’t go that far
I’m Steve McQueen the atrocity man
With my strap-on blood porn dream
But mostly I curl up inside my typewriter with my housefly and cry
I tell my housefly not to cry
My housefly tells me not to die
Because someone’s gotta sing the stars
And someone’s gotta sing the rain
And someone’s gotta sing the blood
And someone’s gotta sing the pain
midsummersky
tbh i'm rarely impressed by poetry, but this particular poem has been living rent free in my mind for over two years now
Brit
This is some of the best poetry I have ever heard. Nick Cave is a legend.
Alex Ball
I saw this in the cinema last year. Incredibly powerful. It's stayed with me for months. I can see the windmill near to where Arthur fell from where I live. I always think about Nick and his family when I look at it.
Beautiful poetry and music from such tragedy.
George 75
Alex Ball Could you tell me where can I see the movie please ? I mean online
Barbora Tesaříková
This leaves me breatless, speechless and with tears in my eyes. As the movie did. His voice, his thoughts, his art... It touches me deep inside my soul.
Barry Pietrantonio
It'd be nice if he did a studio version of this and released it. He recited this before he came out for our Q & A in Boston. It was done with minimal instrumentals and none of the background talking/noise. Just his trembling voice. It was powerful.
LittleDreambox
YES!!!!!!! YES!!!!! I heard. the same last night in the Brisbane Conversations.The doors opened half and hour before Nick came to the stage. this, instrumental, filled the space for the half hour before it swell, the dialogue came and Mr Cave entered the space. I could easy listen to the whole half hour version.stunning and mournful beauty.
XRaySpex000
he played a recording of this before the Conversations show in DC the other night. It was beautiful.
2ndmoon
There's nothing in this world that makes me feel like what Nick Cave content makes me feel like
Tomasz Malota
Thank you Nick. Your music, your art resonates deeply in depths of my soul. The emotional load and truth within is sometimes unbearable yet it feels as without it there would be nothing left... It gives a meaning to the music. It connects the written word with the sense of existence... Or the lack of it. I can sit breathless for hours and watch, listen or read your art... Thank you.