A killer first line, don’t you think? It’s a deft hook, one that pulls you in somewhat lazily, dreamily into the song. It opens with a few calm piano bars, then swoops right into that line. I downloaded this Nick Cave song as part of a slew of LimeWire searches months ago. I barely gave it much attention (as compared to those other swiped songs with a more compelling tempo), until a quiet lull at work allowed me to hear the words clearly.
The drawl got to me. This is how men are supposed to sing, with a deep, resonant voice soaked in years of good quality scotch. Not the screechy caterwauling and falsettoing you hear so often nowadays. The song is reminiscent of church music and conjures (at least to me) religious imagery with its vague references to biblical lines and the summoning of angels. The soothing piano underpinnings and the even cutting of verse do not belie the disbelief. Nick takes G/god aside and gives him marching orders. Love trumps religion, you gotta root for that one. To pull off all this in what boils down to a love song, seems very witty, doesn’t it?
And any guy who rocks a piano so nonchalantly is fine by me. I’m even going as far as forgiving the hair.
Just when you think you have Cave pegged as a crooner, it turns out he also spews forth songs the likes of this one.