tear the old into pieces

''But there's that fear of standing still. 

The unbridled compulsion to travel new paths. 

To tear the old into pieces. 

To kill that which clings. 

And plant the seeds of something new in its ashes.''

Reinhard Kleist - 'Nick Cave-Mercy On Me'

A song in which to weep

Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds - The Weeping Song HQ (1990) 

 

Go son, go down to the water
And see the women weeping there
Then go up into the mountains
The men, they are weeping too

Father, why are all the women weeping?
They are weeping for their men
Then why are all the men there weeping?
They are weeping back at them

This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the men and women sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long

Father, why are all the children weeping?
They are merely crying son
O, are they merely crying, father?
Yes, true weeping is yet to come

This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the men and children sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long

O father tell me, are you weeping?
Your face seems wet to touch
O then I'm so sorry, father
I never thought I hurt you so much

This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While we rock ourselves to sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long
No I won't be weeping long