
Brompton Oratory (2011 Remaster) Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
"Brompton Oratory" by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds (#Rock), released in 2011, explores themes of longing, spirituality, and existential reflection. The lyrics convey a sense of yearning and connection to faith and love, set against a haunting musical backdrop featuring rich instrumentation and Cave's evocative vocals. The song captures a profound emotional landscape, resonating with listeners and contributing to the band's legacy in alternative rock.

[Verse 1]
Up those stone steps I climb
Hail this joyful day's return
Into its great shadowed vault I go
Hail the Pentecostal morn
The reading is from Luke 24
Where Christ returns to his loved ones
I look at the stone apostles
Think that it’s alright for some
[Verse 2]
And I wish that I was made of stone
So that I would not have to see
A beauty impossible to define
A beauty impossible to believe
A beauty impossible to endure
The blood imparted in little sips
The smell of you still on my hands as I
Bring thе cup up to my lips
[Verse 3]
No God up in the sky
And no devil benеath the sea
Could do the job that you did, baby
Of bringing me to my knees
Outside I sit on the stone steps
With nothing much to do
Forlorn and exhausted, baby
By the absence of you
Up those stone steps I climb
Hail this joyful day's return
Into its great shadowed vault I go
Hail the Pentecostal morn
The reading is from Luke 24
Where Christ returns to his loved ones
I look at the stone apostles
Think that it’s alright for some
[Verse 2]
And I wish that I was made of stone
So that I would not have to see
A beauty impossible to define
A beauty impossible to believe
A beauty impossible to endure
The blood imparted in little sips
The smell of you still on my hands as I
Bring thе cup up to my lips
[Verse 3]
No God up in the sky
And no devil benеath the sea
Could do the job that you did, baby
Of bringing me to my knees
Outside I sit on the stone steps
With nothing much to do
Forlorn and exhausted, baby
By the absence of you
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