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and with that said I think this stanza is very telling.....
You caress yourself
And grind my soft cold bones below
Your map of desire
Burned in your flesh
Even a fool can come
A strange lit stair
And find a rope hanging there
Stranger than kindness
This prostitute is so down and out she wishes she were dead!">
Stranger Than Kindness (Nick Cave cover) Meanings & Lyrics Discussion | SongMeanings
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and with that said I think this stanza is very telling.....
You caress yourself
And grind my soft cold bones below
Your map of desire
Burned in your flesh
Even a fool can come
A strange lit stair
And find a rope hanging there
Stranger than kindness
This prostitute is so down and out she wishes she were dead!" />
I think a step closer would reveal it's about prostitution... Lets just call a spade a spade... here is why I think so...
"The gaunt fruit of passion
Dies in the light
Stranger than kindness
Your sleeping hands journey
They loiter
Stranger than kindness
You hold me so carelessly close
Tell me I'm dirty
I'm a stranger
I'm a stranger
I'm a stranger to kindness "
If that isn't the epitome of the relationship of a prostitute and her john I do not know what is>>>
and with that said I think this stanza is very telling.....
You caress yourself
And grind my soft cold bones below
Your map of desire
Burned in your flesh
Even a fool can come
A strange lit stair
And find a rope hanging there
Stranger than kindness
This prostitute is so down and out she wishes she were dead!
I think a step closer would reveal it's about prostitution... Lets just call a spade a spade... here is why I think so...
"The gaunt fruit of passion Dies in the light Stranger than kindness
Your sleeping hands journey They loiter Stranger than kindness You hold me so carelessly close Tell me I'm dirty I'm a stranger I'm a stranger I'm a stranger to kindness "
If that isn't the epitome of the relationship of a prostitute and her john I do not know what is>>>
and with that said I think this stanza is very telling.....
You caress yourself And grind my soft cold bones below Your map of desire Burned in your flesh Even a fool can come A strange lit stair And find a rope hanging there Stranger than kindness
This prostitute is so down and out she wishes she were dead!