" NICK CAVE "

By Devotid Disciple

'Olivia Keenan'

The energy of your presence.3 Metres away from my beating heart,drawing me in with your mystical aura.A moment I have longed for since the first time I heard your beautiful,passionate voice.

I watched your fingers caress that piano as your soul poured out through the keys.Your voice was perfect,as I knew it would be.It flowed through my veins as I gazed into your emotion filled,deep beautiful green eyes.

A moment I thought might NEVER occur.I soaked in every second of your presence,your vibe,your soul,my soul connected.Your music,it strikes like a bolt of lightening,shattering through my tender flesh.Fondling each nerve ending with massaging tentacles.I writhe in your voice.I get lost in your enticing labyrinth of thought.

Deep,mystifying,secret,secluded caves and tunnels of stories,scenarios,reality melting into you,or from your subconscious into my eager heart and soul.

You intrigue me like I've NEVER been intrigued before.You teach me how to write my OWN manual.You show me that beauty exists in everything.I couldn't feel my feet on the ground.Your eyes elevated me from reality.You give me pleasure to hear your passion.You have the ability to change my perception on life.I LOVE YOU.

Jump into my mind and take control of my thoughts.Take over my being.Touch me again with your magic.Bless me with your PASSION.

Fill me with your mind and essence.Breathe into me your voice.Embrace me with your meaningful words.Love me with your smile.Teach me with your journeys.Take me with you to your world,for YOU have helped me to create MINE.

I want to see the product of your impact.You make complete sense to me.A part of me relates to every word you write,sing,play.You grant me unique happiness.A happiness and understanding I share with NO OTHER PERSON.

I love your theories,I love how you conduct your fame.You keep your music sacred,it is a part of you,and in most respects IT IS YOU.

I admire how you treasure your world and let it out only to those who are naturally  able to respond respectfully.You DO NOT flounder in the media.You do this NOT for recognition,but because of your love of expression and freedom to express your deepest thoughts.

Your music IS your autobiography.Each album produced is a demonstration of WHERE YOU  are at in those times in your life emotionally.

I have watched you grow,and LOOK AT YOU NOW!! Listen to  you NOW!!

You are,WILL and ALWAYS HAVE BEEN the greatest person,creatively and emotionally,that I have EVER encountered.

Ah just want to say a REAL spesh thankyou (HUGS) to DISCIPLE Sista Livi for sayen it betta than ah  EVER  cud have dun.

Bless You Chile

Thee  Reverend HACK 

XX

The following passage was written by Disciple 'Brotha Muke' and let me tell you dear children of Faith,that every word that boy dun wrote,tis "written from thee heart"

Dateline July 2004

Nick Cave,The Bad Seeds, The music, The world, The life.
The life I choose to live, the life I want to live, this is the life I live in. 
In times of distress, sadness, sorrow, I need a helping hand.
In times of happiness, joyfulness and excitement, I like to hold a hand.
In times of tiredness and stress, I need a positive hand to hold.
When I am lost, I need a guiding hand.
That hand is the music of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

His music, their music.

Their music is my hand,to hold me when I need it, to guide me and show me the way when I need it most.
Addictive yes, like a drug, not a harmful drug, but a drug. His music, is my drug,which I am addicted to, and could not do without.
A breath of air, his music is my air, I breathe it, a breath of cool fresh air.
I need Nick's music, it influences me in every aspect and angle of my life.
It shows me the way, those subliminal messages, a spree of subconscious guidance.

A tall, thin, handsome soul, who sings, and tells me a story, the story of life which unfolds everyday.
Poetic masterpieces representing the twisted abnormality of life.
The masterpieces that reveal to me their hidden depths, and layers through this life.
Experiences, sightings, memories, love, hate, death, life, guidance.
What more could a Disciple want? My name is Brotha Muke, and YES I am a devotee, I put my energy and life into listening to Our  Higher Power's tales.
He has shown me a path, it's a path of righteousness,that became the path of my life.
Yes,I've walked that path, and I've come to many cross-roads, yet the music has always shown me which road to choose. 

I have walked past 'the camellias, magnolias and azaleas so sweet' on the side of the road, and I have seen 'the steeple tear the stomach from a lonely little cloud'.

Seen so many things, right and wrong.
If you need a path to walk, walk the one I walk.

If you need a hand to hold, hold the hand I hold.

*  A special thankyou to The Rev. who provided me an 'extra' hand to hold,when I needed it most.

:Muke 04:

Now Thee Huck-Sista  "Riverbank"  bears her Test-a-meant  to Thee Bluddied  Faith of Disciplehood

I was first introduced to GOD four years ago,a friend had put in The Murder Ballads.A few lines into the album I was in awe alone in that room,Nick had just taken me away into "dark familiarity."Filling with passion that was missing in the traditional ballards.Iwas amazed that I hadn't heard this before!It was a perfect moment,I sunk into it all,HE connected pieces disguised as scattered,fitting together the atmospheres I gather.When I got my grubby hands on FHTE I knew HE was talken to me directly.There within thee blues with grinding cracklin' words spit out and mournful confushun.My past be  free to haunt me!! no longa be separated by time.As Saint HUCK,underbelly of thee river,the underlyin plague,blind loss of innocence.HE is altogether anger, mournful flurry,reflectid questioning this myth.Nick feeds feeds the mysteries of my birthplace in those first seeds albums.HE continually tempts curiousity,peerin' into darkened edges.Almost indescribable how Thee Lord has merged into my life at times I find him takin' the words from me speaken thru HIM.We are ONE when words cannot be found,there HE is reflecten perfectly with simple words,notes set down in a beautiful punctuation.Countless times I have sung "Brother My Cup is Empty" to voicelessness,thee energies of Thee Birthday Party furthered to loosen the rage dull throb to help save thee strings of sanity.Spooky at times how a song will find me at the moment I am meant to hear it as if it was written for that moment.The Earth made a gesture as I read the last words of ATASTA,how powerful it was,with rubbles maken the beams above wiggle as snakes.With NMSWP we joined in a wrenchen and joyous HALLELUJAH! as I turn down that overgrown path again."He's a GOD,he's a man,HE's a ghost,HE's a guru  ,forever and EVER...

Amen.

'Twas a blessid day when Disciple Sista HUCK "Good-Luck!" of Thee Rivah-bank came aboard this Slum Church, that chile's ah Mish-SHUN-erry,yessirre mah blessid Sista ah thanx thee HUCK!!....Thee LAWD thanx thee too.

Thee Rev XX

REMEMBER THE PRICE in PRICEVILLE!!!!!!!!     This is a votive from Thee Reverend Hack,ah just gots to say,ah fear NO evil,yay though ah shall walk through the valley of CLAG ah shall fear knot,four ah have thee Lawd beside me.... Not the soul-less unit shifter of Nocturama and ABLOO but the MESSIAH of THE MERCY SEAT,of SAINT HUCK,and theJUNKYARD and of WILD WORLD. Ah makes NO apologies four sayin' these things,four in mah mind the Lawd stopped recording after NMSWP.....plain and sin-FULL... ah dun felt utterly betrayid,ah DID!!! DISCIPE-HELLS Please let me know your thoughts 'n' feelings about this thorny topic.....write 'em in thee Guest Book,if you wood bee sew kine!! (here's your linky) To write a comment about Corp-whore-hate Cave....Go To:   http://yournamenickcave.50megs.com/guest_book.html   Or if you just want to READ the Guest Bible and who's said what,then please use THIS LINK   http://yournamenickcave.50megs.com/fsguestbook.html   Thankyou mah Brothas an Sistas of thee Blessid Cloth. Rev XX