the ship song

Reminiscing today about some songs on the playlist from times long past and my mind fell onto the Ship Song, by Nick Cave. Most of the music I chose to grow up with (except the constant barrage of Kenny Rodgers, Neil Diamond etc – thanx Dad!) was chosen as an emotional stimulus, I always warmed towards things that could tug the heartstrings in one way or another.

Recently pondering this fact as looking back on old playlists / cps etc there are many things I would discard. There are somethings which were obviously purchased to rebel, or to impart a sense of disgust to my parents ears (c’mon – there was a vicious attack by Kenny Rodgers remember), but most was a combination of music and lyrics to give me some emotional movement. This has been concerning me a little lately as I try to comprehend the difference between enjoying music and encountering the passions.

This sign was one of my favourites and still brings a little tear to the inner eye, and by no means as interesting as some of their other lyrics. A couple of years back it was used as the focal point to a tribute to a Sydney Landmark; the Opera House, where a list of artists who had played there the previous year paid homage to this classic track.

A little diversion per chance . . .

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down.
We make a little history baby
Every time you come around.
Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down.
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around.

We talk about it all night long
We define our moral ground.
But when I crawl into your arms
Everything comes tumbling down.

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down.
We make a little history baby
Every time you come around.

Your face has fallen sad now
For you know the time is nigh
When I must remove your wings
And you, you must try to fly.

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down.
We make a little history baby
Every time you come around.
Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down.
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around.

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