The wintergreen, the juniper
The cornflower and the chicory
All the words you said to me
Still vibrating in the air
The elm, the ash and the linden tree
The dark and deep, enchanted sea
The trembling moon and the stars unfurled
There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes again

John Willmot penned his poetry
Riddled with the pox
Nabakov wrote on index cards
At a lectern in his socks
St. John of the Cross did his best stuff
Imprisoned in a box
And JohnnyThunders was half alive
When he wrote Chinese Rocks

Well, me, I'm lying here, with nothing in my ears
Me, I'm lying here, with nothing in my ears
Me, I'm lying here, for what seems years
I'm just lying on my bed with nothing in my head

Send that stuff on down to me
Send that stuff on down to me
Send that stuff on down to me
Send that stuff on down to me

There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes again

Karl Marx squeezed his carbuncles
While writing Das Kapital
And Gauguin, he buggered off, man
And went all tropical
While Philip Larkin stuck it out
In a library in Hull
And Dylan Thomas
He died drunk in St. Vincent's hospital

I will kneel at your feet
I will lie at your door
I will rock you to sleep
I will roll on the floor
And I'll ask for nothing
Nothing in this life
I'll ask for nothing
Give me ever-lasting life

I just want to move the world
I just want to move the world
I just want to move the world
I just want to move

There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes again

So if you got a trumpet
Get on your feet, brother, and blow it
If you've got a field that don't yield
Well get up now and hoe it
I look at you... you look at me
And deep in our hearts we know it
That you weren't much of a muse
But then I weren't much of a poet!

I will be your slave
I will peel you grapes
Up on your pedestal
With your ivory and apes
With your book of ideas
With your alchemy
O Come on
Send that stuff on down to me

Send that stuff on down to me
Send that stuff on down to me
Send that stuff on down to me
Send that stuff on down to me
Send it all around the world
Cause here she comes, my beautiful girl

There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes again



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  • +2
    General CommentI agree that this song is about not losing his muse, but wanting her to come to him - almost praying to "her" for inspiration. But I also think that the chorus is about her arriving. I don't think that "there she goes" means departure... I think that he means she is doing it again - helping to see his beautiful world. He has been visited by the muse before and he would do anything to see her again. The litany of ailments may be intended to point out that even great artists, writers and philosophers were human and also had to struggle to reach their acheivements.

    This has to be one of the most hopeful things that Mr. Cave has put on record:

    "So if you got a trumpet, get on your feet,
    brother, and blow it
    If you've got a field, that don't yield,
    well get up [now] and hoe it"

    Sounds like a do-it-yourself / punk ethic to me. In other words, his art may not be perfect ("you weren't much of a muse") but he never promised that it would be ("I weren't much of a poet"). He tries, he knows that he may fail, but it doesn't matter if the muse will just visit one more time. Notice the last time around that he says "here she comes" before the chorus.
    violexon March 03, 2007   Link
  • +1
    General CommentBut, this song is anything but uninspired..
    __AwwSugaron February 26, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General CommentSuch an amazing song...
    CHAKAon February 23, 2005   Link
  • 0
    General CommentIt's about the muse, and losing it.
    smallwonderroboton April 13, 2005   Link
  • 0
    General CommentI don't see loss. It's so upbeat.
    _ellieon April 18, 2005   Link
  • 0
    General CommentIt\'s all about having lost the muse. His beautiful world (ie., inspiration) has gone. He\'s lying there with nothing in his ears (ie., no inspiration), asking for that stuff (ie., inspiration) to be sent down to him. He\'s got writer\'s block, clearly, and is envious of all the brilliant artists who weren\'t blocked. He\'s so passionately, dying for inspiration to come. Great song.
    smallwonderroboton April 22, 2005   Link
  • 0
    General CommentI don't think it's so much about losing the muse, more to do with wanting someone to be his muse, but she isn't. The lines:

    I look at you and you look at me and
    deep in our hearts know it
    That you weren't much of a muse,
    but then I weren't much of a poet

    indicate that to me. Also, he is willing to do anything to have that muse, as he says in the verses " i will lie at your feet" etc. It's a song about envy of the great artists, and also about desire to be one of those great people, but the realisation that he is not really good enough.
    stanlavisbad2on September 25, 2005   Link
  • 0
    General CommentDon't forget the mention of these particular great artists' physical obstacles. That litany of ailments has to play in there somehow.

    I know I have felt un-inspired as an artist before.
    I have also scorned myself when I see people with huge obstacles accomplishing more. Sitting there with opportunities and health, it can make one feel ashamed.

    (just the kind of unpleasant realities Cave dwells on that no one likes to talk about)

    go Nick

    -phase
    warmPhaseon February 06, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General CommentI think he's speaking to God (I am not religous, but Cave is) and to us. God is his maker, "she" is the world (Mother Nature?) and his muse. Listen/read with that thought - I think its pretty close.
    Stevie Staron September 24, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General CommentThis is a love song to the world that created all of the beauty he spoke of. He also speaks to a woman (separate from the world) whom he loves. Nonetheless, their love doesn't compare to the wonder of the world in which they live.

    "I look at you and you look at me and
    deep in our hearts know it
    That you weren't much of a muse,
    but then I weren't much of a poet"

    There's this hopelessly romantic ideal that he would do anything for a world that could create such amazing beauty, but nothing he can do will ever come close.

    freakhavenon April 17, 2009   Link

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