My face is finished
My body's gone
And I can't help but think
Standing up here in all this applause
And gazing down at all the young and the beautiful
With their questioning eyes
That I must above all things love myself
That I must above all things love myself
That I must above all things love myself

I saw a girl in the crowd
I went over, I shouted out
I asked if I could take her out
But she said that she didn't want to

I changed the sheets on my bed
I combed the hairs across my head
I sucked in my gut and still she said
That she just didn't want to

I read her Eliot, I read her Yeats
I tried my best to stay up late
I fixed the hinges on her gate
But still she just never wanted to

I bought her a dozen snow white doves
I did her dishes in rubber gloves
I called her Honeybee, I called her love
But she just still didn't want to
She just never wants to
DAMN!

I sent her every type of flower
I played her a guitar by the hour
I petted her revolting little Chihuahua
But still she just didn't want to

I wrote a song with a hundred lines
I picked a bunch of dandelions
I walked her through the trembling pines
But she just even then didn't want to
She just never wants to

I thought I'd try another tact
I drank a litre of Cognac
I threw her down upon her back
But she just laughed and said she just didn't want to

I thought I'd have another go
I called her my little ho
I felt like Marcel Marceau must feel
But she said she just never wanted to
She just didn't want to

I've got the No Pussy Blues
I've got the No Pussy Blues
I've got the No Pussy Blues!
DAMN!

No Pussy Blues
I've got the No Pussy Blues
I've got the No Pussy Blues
I've got the No Pussy Blues

DAMN!
DAMN!


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    General Comment"As our dreams and desires are hung on the butcher's hook of rampant consumerism, and the mirage and the illusion and the Nike trainers are served up on the trembling quim of an impossibly nubile girl-thing, No Pussy Blues tells it like it is," suggests Cave. "It is the child standing goggle-eyed at the cake shop window, as the shop-owner, in his plastic sleeves, barricades the door and turns the sign to "CLOSED". It is the howl in the dark of the Everyman."

    "Set over a throbbing pornographic bass line, the world holds its breath for the onslaught of the wah's shriek of frustration and dirty water," counters Casey. "No Pussy Blues continues in the blues tradition and its timeless fascination with getting laid... or not."

    "It's 'Back Door Man', it's 'Crawling King Snake', it's 'Tiger Man'," says Ellis.

    "It's 'Shake Rattle and Roll'," says Sclavunos.
    Ad_Nauseamon December 24, 2007   Link
  • +1
    General CommentGrinderman are one hell of a band and I don't want to live in a world where a bloke like Nick Cave can't get laid (yes it's a joke as I know it's not an autobiographical song).
    rollingstonedmagazineon July 05, 2009   Link
  • 0
    General CommentHm. Nick Cave can't get laid? :p
    Nosdravdeon March 03, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General CommentIt's the 'tash, Nick!
    morbid moragon April 22, 2008   Link
  • 0
    General CommentI would so do Nick Cave.
    feel me loudon June 13, 2008   Link
  • 0
    General CommentHmmm - not my type, even before the 'tash (looks too much like Cletus on The Simpsons). But that's a good point- chances of Nick (or any rock star) being unable to get a bunk-up? Nil. No matter how personal his songs sound, they all come from his fertile imagination. Amazing, then, how he seems to FEEL them - that "Damn!" is pure pent-up frustration. The man's a genius.
    morbid moragon June 20, 2008   Link
  • 0
    General CommentLOL at your "it's the 'tash" comment, Morbid, because I had the same thought.

    I'm not too sure about all the songs coming from his "fertile imagination" though, since Boatman's Call was straight from the heart and real life. Maybe it's just a certain someone who "just fucking doesn't want to". Susie Bick?
    the_boatmanon December 03, 2008   Link
  • 0
    General CommentI really love the distorted bass in this song. Also, not to be nitpicky, but it's actually "Yeats," as in W.B. Yeats, the poet.

    trbc08on December 20, 2008   Link
  • 0
    General CommentFeminism has deprived him of all the formerly sure-fire methods of getting laid. Even throwing her down upon her back is fruitless, for she laughs it off in an emasculating denial of his dominance.

    Or perhaps she scoffs at an aging man's use of a young man's methods.
    PaulAnkaon April 28, 2011   Link
  • 0
    Song MeaningThis song is about a lesbian....when he says "no pussy" he means he doesn't have one.

    this is the truth.
    annefrankon July 02, 2013   Link

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