Verwandte Songs (related songs)
Song «Where The Wild Roses Grow» von Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds & Kylie Minogue.
Veröffentlichungsdaten: 1995 10 02 (Single), 1996 02 05 (Album)
Label: Mute CDMUTE 185, Mute CDSTUMM 138
Songwriter Nick Cave
Produktion: Tony Cohen & Victor Van Vugt
Genre: Alternativerock - Gothrock
Ein Kunstlied von Nick Cave, der 1996 mit den Bad Seeds ein ganzes Album mit Mörderballaden gemacht hat.
Im Prinzip die Pretty-Polly-Story als Ich-Erzählung aus der Perspektive des Mörders (Cave) und des Opfers (Minogue). Einen Dreh hat dieser Song allerdings: Die Zeile: «I kissed her goodbye, said all beauty must die» verweist darauf, dass der Mörder ein Psychopath ist und nicht aus Not handelt.
Personen und Querverweise
They call me The Wild Rose But my name was Elisa Day Why they call me it I do not know For my name was Elisa Day [Nick Cave] From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one She stared in my eyes and smiled For her lips were the colour of the roses That grew down the river, all bloody and wild [Kylie Minogue] When he knocked on my door and entered the room My trembling subsided in his sure embrace He would be my first man, and with a careful hand He wiped at the tears that ran down my face They call me The Wild Rose But my name was Elisa Day Why they call me it I do not know For my name was Elisa Day [Nick Cave] On the second day I brought her a flower She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow So sweet and scarlet and free?" [Kylie Minogue] On the second day he came with a single red rose Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow" I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed He said, "If I show you the roses, will you follow?" They call me The Wild Rose But my name was Elisa Day Why they call me it I do not know For my name was Elisa Day [Kylie Minogue] On the third day he took me to the river He showed me the roses and we kissed And the last thing I heard was a muttered word As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist [Nick Cave] On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die" And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth They call me The Wild Rose But my name was Elisa Day Why they call me it I do not know For my name was Elisa Day