"Hard on for love, hard on for love....Just as long as I can get to kiss those gypsy lips! "

Your funeral my trial est le quatrième album de Nick Cave and the bad seeds. Il est sorti en 1986 chez Mute et fut enregistré aux studios Hansa de Berlin ainsi qu'à Londres. L'album est composé de morceaux puissants, furieux ou dépressifs. J'avais fait l'acquisition du double LP composé de 8 titres à sa sortie.

Les Bad Seeds que Blixa Bargeld vient de rejoindre explorent différents univers: l'ambiance foraine avec The carny, celui des Dadaistes avec She fell away. Les morceaux sont excellents de Stranger than kindness en passant par le possédé Hard on for love ainsi que Long time man. Le morceau Scum est une "attaque en règle" contre un journaliste, Barney Hoskyns, ex fréquentation du chanteur qui avait "descendu" lors d'une critique The first born is dead, un des albums précédents de la formation. A la manière d'un conteur broyant du noir, Nick Cave raconte des histoires sordides, mises en musique avec beaucoup de brio et un parti pris tragique.

Nick Cave and the bad seeds atteignent l'apogée de leur carrière solo avec cet album homogène au climat étrange, baroque et très noir.

The carny clip

Hard on for love audio

La puissance musicale au service du texte incantatoire et possédé de Nick Cave que j'appréciais tellement quant il se mettait en colère....

It is for she that the cherry bleeds
That the moon is steeped in mild nad blood
That I steal like a robber
From her altar of love
O money lender! O clover gender!
I am the fiend hid in her skirts
And it's as hot as hell in here
Coming at her as I am from above
Hard on for love hard on for love
Hard on for love hard on for love
Well, I swear I seen that girl before
Like she walked straight outa the book of Leveticus
But they can stone me with stones I don't care
Just as long as I can get to kiss
Those gypsy lips! Gypsy lips!
My aim is to hit this Miss
And I'm moving in (I'm moving in)
Coming at her like Lazarus from above
Hard on for love hard on for love
Hard on for love hard on for love
The Lord is my shepard I shall not want
The Lord is my shepard I shall not want
But he ledeth me like a lamb to the lips
Of the mouth of the valley of the whadow of death
I am his rod and his staff
I am his sceptre and shaft
And she is heaven and hell
At whose gates I ain't been delivered
I'm gunna give the gates a shove
Hard on for love hard on for love
Hard on for love hard on for love
And her breasts rise and fall
Breast rise and fall
Breast rise and fall
Breast rise and fall
And just when I'm about to get my hands on her
Just when I'm about to get my hands on her
Just when I'm about to get my hands on her
Just when I'm about to get my hands on her
You are beautiful! O dove!
Hard on for love hard on for love
Hard on for love hard on for love
Just when I'm about to get my hands on her
Just when I'm about to get my hands on her
Her breasts rise and fall
Her breasts rise and fall
Just when I'm about to get my hands on her
Just when I'm about to get my hands on her
Hard on for love hard on for love
Hard on for love hard on for love

Ma note: 10/10