Monday, December 30, 2013

Black Hair Nick Cave

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  1. Last night my kisses were banked in black hair
    And in my bed, my lover, her hair was midnight black
    And all her mystery dwelled within her black hair
    And her black hair framed a happy heart-shaped face

    And heavy-hooded eyes inside her black hair
    Shined at me frome the depths of her hair of deepest black
    While my fingers pushed into her straight black hair
    Pulling her black hair back from her happy heart-shaped face

    To kiss her milk-white throat, a dark curtain of black hair
    Smothered me, my lover with her beautiful black hair
    The smell of it is heavy. It is charged with life
    On my fingers the smell of her deep black hair

    Full of all my whispered words, her black hair
    And wet with tears and good-byes, her hair of deepest black
    All my tears cried against her milk-white throat
    Hidden behind the curtain of her beautiful black hair

    As deep as ink and black, black as the deepest sea
    The smell of her black hair upon my pillow
    Where her head and all its black hair did rest
    Today she took a train to the West
    Today she took a train to the West
    Today she took a train to the West

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