Let the Bells Ring
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds Lyrics


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C'mon, kind sir, let's walk outside
And breathe the autumn air
See the many that have lived and died
See the unending golden stair
See all of us that have come behind
Clutching at your hem
All the way from Arkansas
To your sweet and last amen

Let the bells ring
He is the real thing
Let the bells ring
He is the real, real thing

Take this deafening thunder down
Take this bread and take this wine
Your passing is not what we mourn
But the world you left behind
Well, do not breathe, nor make a sound
And behold your mighty work
That towers over the uncaring ground
Of a lesser, darker world

Let the bells ring
He is the real thing
Let the bells ring
He is the real, real thing

There are those of us not fit to tie
The laces of your shoes
Must remain behind to testify
What an elementary blues
So, let's walk outside, the hour is late
Through your crumbs and scattered shells
Where the awed and the mediocre wait
You're barely fit to ring the bells

Let the bells ring
He is the real thing




Let the bells ring
He is the real, real thing

Overall Meaning

The song "Let The Bells Ring" by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds is a melancholic homage to a great artist or writer, who is no longer with us. The song narrates a gathering of people coming together to celebrate the work and life of this person. The opening lines "C'mon, kind sir, let's walk outside / And breathe the autumn air" paints a picture of a group of mourners who have come together to celebrate the life of this iconic figure who can be seen as the staircase leading to the heavens above. The song talks about how the person's work still resonates and towers over the present world.


The chorus of the song "Let the bells ring / He is the real thing / Let the bells ring / He is the real, real thing" suggests that the artist/writer in question was authentic in their craft and their work was of the highest quality. The song also touches on the idea that not everyone is fit to understand or appreciate the greatness of the person being celebrated, as mentioned in the lines "There are those of us not fit to tie / The laces of your shoes / Must remain behind to testify / What an elementary blues."


Overall, "Let The Bells Ring" is a beautifully written tribute to an unknown artist, who has left a significant impact on the world through their work.


Line by Line Meaning

C'mon, kind sir, let's walk outside
Come outside with me, fellow gentleman


And breathe the autumn air
Inhale the crisp fall atmosphere


See the many that have lived and died
Observe the countless souls that have passed


See the unending golden stair
Notice the perpetual steps to another world


See all of us that have come behind
Witness everyone who has followed in your footsteps


Clutching at your hem
Grasping onto your garment in reverence


All the way from Arkansas
Traveling far and wide to be near you


To your sweet and last amen
To your final and peaceful farewell


Let the bells ring
Ring the bells in celebration


He is the real thing
He is genuine and authentic


Take this deafening thunder down
Silence the noise that surrounds us


Take this bread and take this wine
Receive this symbolic sustenance


Your passing is not what we mourn
We are not grieving your death


But the world you left behind
We are mourning the world you have departed from


Well, do not breathe, nor make a sound
Stay still and quiet


And behold your mighty work
Gaze at your impressive legacy


That towers over the uncaring ground
That surpasses the indifferent earth


Of a lesser, darker world
Of a world that is inferior and gloomier


There are those of us not fit to tie
Some of us are unworthy to even lace your shoes


The laces of your shoes
The strings holding your footwear together


Must remain behind to testify
They must stay to bear witness


What an elementary blues
How simple and basic the sadness is


So, let's walk outside, the hour is late
Come on, let's step out as it's getting dark


Through your crumbs and scattered shells
Among the remnants and fragments of your life


Where the awed and the mediocre wait
Where those who are impressed and unremarkable are present


You're barely fit to ring the bells
You are hardly qualified to toll the bells




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Mute Song Limited
Written by: Nicholas Cave, Warren Ellis

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