Your Funeral...My Trial
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds Lyrics


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I am a crooked man
And I've walked a crooked mile
Night, the shameless widow
Doffed her weeds, in a pile

The stars all winked at me
They shamed a child
Your funeral, my trial

One thousand Marys lured me
Into gullies damned with clover
Bird with crooked wing cast
Its wicked shadow over
The bauble moon did mock
And trinket stars did smile
Your funeral, my trial

Here I am, little lamb
Let all the bells in whoredom ring
All the crooked bitches that she was
Mongers of pain
Saw the moon
Become a fang
Your funeral, my trial

Your funeral, my trial





Your funeral, my trial

Overall Meaning

These lyrics come from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds' song "Your Funeral...My Trial." As with much of Cave's work, the lyrics are poetic and somewhat abstract, leaving room for interpretation. The singer refers to himself as a "crooked man" who has "walked a crooked mile," which suggests he has behaved immorally in the past. The night is personified as a "shameless widow" who sheds her mourning clothes and the stars mock the singer, perhaps for his misdeeds. The repetition of the line "Your funeral, my trial" throughout the song implies that someone has died and the singer is being judged for his role in their death, or possibly for his general wickedness.


The second stanza mentions "One thousand Marys," which could be a biblical reference to the Virgin Mary or a nod to the idea of multiple women all named Mary. The singer is lured into "gullies damned with clover," which creates an image of a beautiful but dangerous terrain. A bird with a crooked wing casts a wicked shadow, emphasizing the sinister tone of the song. The moon and stars are described as "bauble" and "trinket," suggesting they hold no real power or significance. The refrain of "Your funeral, my trial" continues to tie everything together thematically, implying that the singer is being held accountable for something.


In the final stanza, the singer addresses a "little lamb" and calls for "all the bells in whoredom" to ring. This language is provocative and layered with meaning - the lamb could represent innocence or purity, while the bells in whoredom could symbolize debauchery and sin. The mention of "crooked bitches" suggests that the singer is surrounded by corrupt women who have inflicted pain. The imagery of the moon becoming a fang is unsettling and adds to the overall sense of danger and foreboding. The song ends with a repetition of "Your funeral, my trial," closing the loop on this mysterious narrative.


Line by Line Meaning

I am a crooked man
I am a deceitful person with a crooked, immoral character.


And I've walked a crooked mile
I have lived a life of deceit and immorality.


Night, the shameless widow
Night is personified as a promiscuous widow who has no shame.


Doffed her weeds, in a pile
She removed her mourning clothes and threw them in a heap.


The stars all winked at me
The stars mocked and ridiculed me.


They shamed a child
I was made to feel ashamed like a child who has done something wrong.


Your funeral, my trial
I will be judged for my wrongdoing at your funeral, which is a symbol of my guilt and punishment.


One thousand Marys lured me
I was seduced by many women, each named Mary.


Into gullies damned with clover
I was tempted to do wrong in beautiful, but cursed places.


Bird with crooked wing cast
A bird with a deformed wing cast a twisted shadow.


Its wicked shadow over
The bird's shadow represented the evil that was cast over me.


The bauble moon did mock
The full moon taunted and ridiculed me.


And trinket stars did smile
The stars looked down on me with contempt and amusement.


Here I am, little lamb
I am weak and vulnerable, like a little lamb.


Let all the bells in whoredom ring
Let the sounds of sin and debauchery echo through the streets.


All the crooked bitches that she was
All the women who were immoral and deceitful like Night.


Mongers of pain
They were sellers of pain and suffering.


Saw the moon become a fang
They witnessed the transformation of the moon into a symbol of danger and aggression.


Your funeral, my trial
Again, the idea of punishment and guilt is emphasized.


Your funeral, my trial
The repetition of this phrase reinforces the central theme of the song - the artist's guilt and punishment at the funeral of someone else.




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