NICK CAVE Art, Lyrics Poster, The Ship Song, Bad Seeds, Art Print, Sea, Ocean Print, Song
[Intro] Come sail your ships around me And burn your bridges down We make a little history, baby Every time you come around Come loose your dogs upon me And let your hair hang down You are a. " The Ship Song " is a song written by Nick Cave (lyrics and music), [1] originally performed by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds on their 1990 The Good Son album. It was released by Mute Records as the first single from the album on 12 March 1990, as a CD single, 7" vinyl and a 12" vinyl release. The song reached #84 on the UK Singles Charts. [2] [3] About Press Copyright Contact us Creators Advertise Developers Terms Privacy Policy & Safety How YouTube works Test new features NFL Sunday Ticket Press Copyright. ARTWORK - Marina Chavez Marina Chavez (photographs) - Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/marinachavezphotographsThe Ship Song Come sail your ships around.The Ship Song song and lyrics by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds Spotify
Come sail your ships around me. And burn your bridges down. We make a little history, baby. Every time you come around. Your face has fallen sad now. For you know the time is nigh. When I must remove your wings. And you, you must try to fly. Come sail your ships around me. The Ship Song. 1990. Featured on: The Good Son Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. 1990. VIEW. Sign up to the newsletters. Email * Mailing List - Nick Cave. Nick Cave; News, music, tickets, film and more from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. Mailing List - Red Hand Files. The Red Hand Files; Nick Cave's weekly mailer answering questions submitted by readers. Come sail your ships around me And burn your bridges down We make a little history baby Every time you come around Come loose your dogs upon me And let your hair hang down You are a little mystery to me Every time you calling 'round We talk about it all night long We define our moral ground But when I crawl into your arms Everything comes. Come sail your ships around meAnd burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around
Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you call around
We talk about it all night long
We.